One word and I explode, feeling my body release a flood of wetness all over his face. His tongue flattens as he laps it up, his rumbling moans telling me just how much he’s enjoying it. When I finally stop quivering from the aftershocks, I lift one shaky leg over and collapse down beside him. My chest is heaving; I’m both exhausted and energized. I sense him roll over, but my eyes refuse to open, in case this was all just a really, really sexy dream. But then the bed dips, and I look over to see Jude’s deliciously naked ass slowly walking into the bathroom, his limp barely noticeable. Then again, I’m a little distracted.
Hockey butts are a thing of perfection.
A tap turns on for a few minutes, then he returns. “Never had to clean my beard after eating pussy.”
I cover my face with my hands. “I don’t know if I should be proud or mortified.”
The mattress sinks again as he stretches out beside me and a warm hand lands on my stomach. I can smell the soap on his skin as he leans in and bites my earlobe gently. “Proud. It was fucking hot.”
Rolling onto my side, I kiss him deeply. There’s a faint hint of a musky smell that’s probably from me. And he’s right. It’s freaking hot.
His hand goes to my leg, and he lifts it again, this time to drape it over his. “Wait, that’s your bad leg.” I stop him, holding myself still. But Jude pushes my leg down to rest on his hip.
“Keep it up high, around my waist.”
I scoot in until we’re pressed together. It’s taking naked cuddling to a whole other level. His cock is hardening again; I can feel it sliding between my open hips. We stay like this, just kissing and letting our hands travel all over each other. It’s an incredibly erotic position to make out. But my body is craving his. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to climax again so soon, but I don’t really care. I need him inside of me.
“Condom?” I whisper against his lips.
Jude freezes. Not the reaction I expected. “Shit.”
My mouth turns up as I watch his brows pull together. “Don’t worry, big guy. A girl should always be prepared.” Carefully, I untangle myself from him, climb off the bed, and go to the living room to grab my purse. When I return to the bedroom, he’s on his back, propped up on his elbows. I take a second just to drink him in. His hair’s a mess and his beautiful eyes are hooded with pleasure. Muscles ripple across his torso. He made no effort to cover himself up and thank God for that. Because Jude’s body is a work of art. A light dusting of hair on his chest trails down to his semihard cock. Strong legs, surgical scars and all, heck, even his feet are sexy, somehow.
“You’re so hot,” I blurt out. “Like, really freaking hot. Ten chili peppers. It’s not fair.”
To my utter shock, hell freezes over and pigs fly.
Okay, no. But Jude’s head falls back and he laughs. Like a deep, true laugh.
My mouth falls open and my purse drops to the floor. When he lifts his head and looks at me, I get another surprise.
He’s smiling.
And it’s the most beautiful sight to see. His face lights up, the skin around his eyes crinkling. It’s almost blinding, it’s so amazing.
I approach him slowly after pulling out the two condoms I keep stashed in my bag. My hand reaches out and traces the lines of lips, still upturned in a grin.
“Miracles do happen,” I whisper, and his smile grows even wider. “Why now? What did I say?”
Jude tugs me until I’m up on the bed beside him. He doesn’t answer until we’re back in the sideways cuddle position, my hips splayed open with one leg draped over his. Even then, he says nothing, but his face grows serious — not grumpy, just serious, and he pulls me in to kiss me softly.
“You make me happy.”
Those four words make my heart stutter. But for once, I’m at a loss for what to say. Letting my body do the talking, I reach for one of the condoms, rip it open, and back away just enough so I can roll it down his length, stroking a few times to make him even harder.
Lining our bodies up, I tilt my hips so that he dips inside. Just that makes me gasp, feeling him run through my sensitized folds. He grabs my ass and starts to move me back and forth, keeping it teasingly shallow. It’s an exquisite torment, too much and not enough at the same time.
“Oh my God,” I pant as I curl myself up, making his dick hit the place I’m desperate to feel him. “Deeper. I need you deeper.”
Jude pulls back, his strong hands pushing my hips away at the same time, then he slams us together, making me shriek from the overwhelming sensation of fullness. Taking him in at this angle is lighting up places inside of me I never knew existed. He does it again, and again, and every time, I cry out his name as his length fills me perfectly. My body starts to writhe, twisting and undulating, needing to feel him everywhere. But Jude’s hands squeeze my ass tightly. “Don’t. Move,” he grinds out. My eyes blink open,huh, I hadn’t realized they were closed,and I see wildfire in his eyes. He’s breathing heavily, staring so deeply at me, I just know he sees everything. All of me.
“You feel like heaven.”
“Jude,” I whisper, cupping his cheek with one hand. His grip loosens just enough to let me move and I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth. His hand grips my ass tightly, then suddenly, there’s a crack as he smacks me lightly. “Oh God! Do that again!” He does, and every time his hand lands on my flesh, it sends a pulse of wetness to my pussy.
Moving my hips in this position is difficult, especially with my leg so high up. But the ecstasy on his face is enthralling to see. When his eyes flutter closed, I lean down and kiss his open mouth, plunging my tongue in at the exact same time as I push onto his cock.
“Fucking hell, you’re amazing, baby. So goddamn hot, sunshine, what you do to me is insane.” I hear the raw vulnerability and utter wonder in those words. It all feels so real, but I know it’s just the heat of the moment. Passion makes people say crazy things. I can’t let myself get caught up in what he says, no matter how much it makes my heart hurt with wishing it wasn’t pretend.
