Page 86 of Elf-ish

“Yes,” I whisper.

Jude presses up to his knees and one-handedly shoves down his boxer briefs. His fingers still only momentarily inside me, and then he’s on top of me again. The weight of his shaft glides back and forth in the wetness he’s made before his tip catches on my clit.

Jude cups my shins and presses them to my chest, holding my legs up and wide. I’m on display in a way I never have been, and he settles his thickness against me once more, sliding his hard cock back and forth through the soaked creases.

“You feel so good,” he strains, his voice as tight as his grip on my legs.

When his tip notches at my entrance, we both freeze. His blue eyes are reflected in the dull light and sparkle like ice crystals. Quickly, he releases my legs and stretches for the nightstand beside his bed.

I hear the telltale sound of a rip and then watch as Jude covers his length. He settles back between my thighs, but keeps his arms extended while his hardness lies against my clit.

“This still okay?”

“More than okay,” I whisper, holding on his eyes before he glances where we meet. He grips his dick and lines it up, then slowly dips inside me.

Jude is big. Bigger than anyone I’ve ever experienced, and I appreciate the time he takes to slowly fill me. Once he’s to the hilt, he pauses.

“I just need a second.” His voice comes heavy and ragged while he hangs his head, still braced on extended arms.

I reach up and cup his jaw. “You won’t break me,” I whisper.

“But I want to.” His head pops up and he stares down at me. “I want to shatter you in the best way.”

That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. “Break away,” I whisper, wanting him to do his worst.

“Angel,” he groans as he pulls back until only his tip rests inside me. Then he drives home again, a little quicker, a little sharper.

When I puff out a breath, he does it again and again, taking his time to tease and torture. Back and forth he moves while I cling to him. My hands cup his face first, pulling him down to kiss me until we can’t keep the connection.

Then, I wrap my arms around his slick back, nails scratching down his spine. The move causes Jude to react. His head pops up, and his hips move faster.

“Do you like that?” I tease, drawing my nails back up his back.

“Fuck,” he grunts, moving even faster. His hips snap forward and mine snap back, each of us meeting the other thrust for thrust.

“You feel so good.” He sounds almost surprised, but I’m not. Not that I didn’t think Jude would be talented in this area, but his expertise surpasses my fantasies. The reality is so much better than what I’d imagined in my head.

Eventually, he brings his hand between us, catching his thumb on my clit.

“What are you . . .” My breath hitches as I quickly discover what he’s doing and wonder how no one has ever done this to me before.

His skilled thumb circles my clit, and his hard length dips in and out, and I feel the familiar climb only this man creates.

“Jude,” I cry out in warning.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he grunts. “Come for me. Come all over me. Mark me as yours.”

The command is deep and shattering as he promised. I break into a million little pieces, scattering in the wind like drifts of snow across a flat field. Weightless and breathless, I come again, wrapped around him.

Jude rocks even faster, driving even deeper, until he abruptly halts. He flings his head back, and I stare at the vein on his neck, pulsing in rhythm with another spot on him.

When Jude collapses over me, he brings the hand that touched me to the top of my head as if cocooning me beneath him. His inhales are rapid, and his chest presses against mine, before he rolls us to our sides.

He swipes his hand over my hair, holding it back while he stares at me.

“Why did that feel like another epiphany?”

“I don’t know.” I chuckle, feeling strangely the same way.