Page 94 of Elf-ish

From the back pocket, he removes another square packet and rips the edge with his teeth. I watch as he rolls it down his length, then holds the base, making the length stand tall and proud and eager for me.

“Ride me.” His voice is so low, so deep, I almost don’t recognize it.

Still, I hold his shoulder and climb over his lap, resting my entrance at the tip. With my other hand, I hold up the edge of his jersey.

Jude brings his other hand to my lower belly and stretches his thumb for my clit. “Hang here a second.”

As I balance on the edge of him, he circles that sensitive nub, making certain I’m ready to take him.

No concerns here.

I release his shoulder and nudge his hand away. I just want to feel him slide into me, and once his hand is free, I lower.

“Oh shit,” Jude mutters, watching himself disappear. He doesn’t take his eyes off the spot until I’m as full of him as I can get.

His head snaps upright, and he looks me in the face. “You are so beautiful.” He pulls forward to kiss me, bracketing my jaw in his hands again, and for a beat we stay in this position. Him buried inside me while we kiss. When I feel him jerk within me, I pull back, needing to move. The tension is building, and I’m ready to continue the climb.

With one hand back on his shoulder, and the other holding up the edge of his jersey, I do as he asked, and ride. Up and down, my slickness coats him, and I move faster and faster until he pins me to his lap. I rock forward and back, letting my clit kiss his pelvic bone.

“Holy . . . holy . . .” I cry, lost in the sensation.

“That’s it, angel. Fucking ride my cock.”

“Jude,” I cry out.

“That’s right. And you don’t want holy holy, you want bad.” His jaw snaps. His fingers dig into my hips.

“My good girl wants the naughty list,” he continues. “And she wants it with me.”

“Yes,” I call out, tipping my head back a second as I pump over him.

“Let me feel it, angel. Want to feel you dripping down my balls.”

“Oh God,” I whimper, hearing the slick mess we’re making. Then my breath hitches. “Jude?”

I glance down between us like I don’t know what my body is doing.

“Touch yourself.”

My head pops up, and I stare at him. I’ve never done that with someone.

His fingers press harder at my hips, tugging at the sides of his jersey to keep it raised just enough so he can see where we are connected.

“Let me see it.”

Hesitantly, I lower my hand to my clit, rubbing small circles where I need attention while I glide up and down on him. Then I scissor my fingers, feeling him slide between them. I squeeze his gliding length before returning to myself.

“Holy shit.” Jude barks, like I’ve surprised him. Then his voice strains, “Get there, sweetheart.”

“Jude,” I cry one more time, removing my hand and slamming down on him, rubbing against that delicious bone of his again, before I snap. Like a Christmas cracker, I come unraveled, exploding over Jude like colorful strings of ribbon and bits of confetti. My mouth hangs open and my head tips forward as I rocket and crash, collapsing over him a second.

Jude rocks us forward. Up and off the couch we go, as he slips free from me. He spins and sets me back on the couch on my knees, facing away from him. He wedges my legs apart as he crawls up behind me, pressing me gently forward to bend over the back of his sofa.

“I want to read my name on your back while I fuck you.”

“Jesus.” I shouldn’t like the sound of that, but as he surges into me, stealing my breath, I thrust backward, drawing him deeper. As if I can’t get him deep enough.

“Green,” he shouts, and I turn my head, wondering why he’s calling out the color.