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With shaky fingers, I fumbled with the button of his jeans, popping it open after a few tries. Jude distracted me from my mission when he latched onto my breast, pulling my nipple between his lips. My head fell back against the wall, and I pushed my chest up, offering myself to him. Jude accepted, trading one breast for the other, letting his tongue curl around the stiff peaks and sucking at me until I saw stars.
When his mouth returned to mine, his tongue thrusting between my lips, I started on his jeans again. His zipper lowered easily, and I slipped my hand beneath the elastic band of his underwear, gliding down his hot, silky length.
He pulled away from my mouth, watching me touch him. With my free hand, I pushed his jeans down his hips and gripped his ass, pulling him against me. He rocked, his length sliding up and down my belly. Goosebumps broke out on my skin even though my core was aflame.
Jude lifted his head, and our eyes met. He stilled, barely breathing. In his eyes, I saw the depth of his feelings for me. I couldn’t make out the names of each emotion, only that they wentfarbeneath his surface.
“I want you, Jude.”
He cupped my jaw with one hand, the other sliding down my stomach, dipping below the waistband of my boy-shorts. “I’ve never stopped wanting you, Tali. But you gotta tell me if I’m going to have my heart handed to me in the morning.” His fingers slid between my legs, grazing my folds. “I’m not sure I can stop this, even if you say yes.”
He spread me apart and found my entrance with one finger, breaching me, but just barely. Breathy pants fell from my open lips, and my neck arched.
“Tell me, Tali. Tell if you’re gonna break my damn heart, baby.”
He slid two long fingers all the way inside me, and the hand on my jaw flexed.
“All I can say for sure is I need to be as close as possible to you.”
“Fuck, Stripes.Fuck.” His fingers thrusted inside me in rough, shaky movements, while he slapped the wall next to my head. His forehead fell on mine, and we both watched where we touched each other. His cock swelled in my grasp, and my pussy clenched around his fingers. It was sexy, and so intensely intimate.
I closed my lips around his bottom lip, sucking, then kissing. “Please,” I rasped.
Jude stilled for one tick of the clock, but it might as well have been a century. Then he was a flurry of movement, slipping his hands from my body and pulling my boxers completely off. He tore into the box of condoms like an animal, foil packets spilling on the floor around us, until he finally sheathed his length in latex. He gripped the back of my thigh, hitching it up to his hip, aligning his cock with my entrance. My hips rolled toward him, giving him all the permission he needed to push forward and slide home.
I gasped at the achingly familiar fullness.
“There’s my north,” he gritted, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming in all the way to the root. It wasn’t enough. Jude gripped my other leg and lifted me in his arms, fully pinning me to the wall. He kneaded my ass as he surged into me with the assurance of a man who knew exactly what I liked and how to give it to me.
I clung to him, my ankles locked behind his back and arms tight around his shoulders. He drove into me hard, again and again, and all I could do was open myself for him and take it.
Our lips collided in a messy, needy kiss. Now that the floodgates had opened and we were able to kiss after years of absence, we were greedy for each other. I sucked his tongue. He bit my lips. We licked each other’s mouths, tasting and remembering. Jude was the only man I’d ever let kiss me this way. I didn’t need art or finesse, I just needed his mouth on mine.
He pulled away, cupping my throat with a gentle hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes sparked with heated emotion, and I couldn’t look away. In that moment, I wondered how I’d gone so long without this man looking at me this way. Would I survive if he stopped again?
His thrusts inside me grew more urgent, sliding in as deep as he could get. I angled my hips so he hit the sweet spot inside me that had my stomach tightening and muscles clenching around his cock, trying to hold him there.
My release rolled over me like a summer storm—intense, sparking with electricity, coating my skin in a layer of moisture. I mewled and writhed in Jude’s strong arms. His final thrusts were jerky and wild. He buried his sweaty face in my neck, biting me and groaning.
We eventually made it to the bed, laying on our sides, facing each other, legs tangled. He cupped my face and stroked my cheek with his knuckles, then replaced one condom for another and planted himself deep inside me.
We weren’t in a hurry this time. He found the deepest part of me and stroked it over and over with slow thrusts of his cock.
“Stripes,” he said with reverence.
“I don’t know what this means, Jude.”
His hips rocked forward, and my insides shuddered. “We’ll figure it out together.”
I hooked my arm around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. My back arched from the pleasure he kept bringing me. “Jude...how are you doing this again?”
He pushed forward, hard. “It’s you, baby. You don’t know how good you feel. How much I’ve wanted this with you.”
We kissed and made slow, intense love until we were sweaty, boneless, heaps curled in each other’s embrace.
Jude trailed a fingertip over the curve of my waist, up to my ribs, and down again. I laid my head on my arm, my mouth curving into a smile.
“What’s that about?” he asked.
