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Judah hums thoughtfully, and when he speaks, I can hear a smile in his voice. "I'm a physician, Issy. I'm morally obligated to protect you from skin cancer."
"This isn't funny. Aren't you worried about people knowing?"
"Knowing what?"
His hands move to my right arm, and I clear my throat, tearing my eyes away from the sight of his fingers slowly massaging lotion into my skin to stare at the bottom of the closest palm tree. "Knowing that you're, you know-" I trail off lamely, my cheeks burning from frustration and arousal. Why does he have to make me feel so good? This would all be so much easier if I didn't get wet just seeing the man's face.
"That I'm panting after a gorgeous little cock-tease half my age?" He suggests mildly, and I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from whimpering. His hands leave my arm for a moment, and I hear the lotion bottle being opened and closed again before they move back to my left arm. "This isn't something I do, just so you know." He offers, suddenly sounding a little worried. "I haven't dated anyone in years, and certainly not a woman your age. I didn't want you to think-"
"That you're into me because I'm a gorgeous little cock-tease half your age?"
He chuckles. "Yes. Because no, that's not why I'minto you, Issy." I want to ask why heisbecause I genuinely don't know, but I keep my mouth shut. Giving him any additional opportunities to charm my panties off is the opposite of what I should be doing. "To answer your question, no, I don't particularly care. I'd rather it not come out before Reuben and Evie's wedding to spare them the drama, but I won't keep my hands off you to spare feelings."
He's talking like we're in a relationship, and we're not. We're just… I don't know what this is, but whatever worries I have about what the hell I'm doing evaporate when Judah's hands move to my hips, running his fingers over my pelvic bones. I whimper, slapping a hand over my mouth a second later. If Judah heard, he gives no indication of it, and I'm a little relieved he's not saying more of what he did last night because I'd probably spontaneously combust. He has me so worked up, so frustrated, and desperate. I went for a four-mile run this morning before breakfast, and it didn't help one bit.
"Have you done your legs yet?"
I shake my head mutely, heart pounding wildly in my chest.
His hands start low, smoothing the lotion slowly over my ankles up my calves, and there's no way in hell I can explain this even to myself.I was going to avoid him. Not only am I not walking away, I'm asking for more. My breathing turns ragged when Judah's hands slip between my thighs, rubbing the lotion into the sensitive skin.
I'm so wet it's embarrassing. If he even brushes his hand against my swimsuit, I'm positive he'd be able to tell.
"Do you need more?" He murmurs, and I almost collapse when I find the courage to look back at the gorgeous man kneeling in the sand behind me, his silver hair damp from the ocean and erection tenting his swim trunks. His hands stop on my hips, holding me in place, and I know he isn't asking if I need more lotion.
I want to say yes, but I'm scared too. What if the way he makes me feel is a fluke, and I really am as messed up as I always thought? I've embarrassed myself enough around him, and if he touches me more, he's going to enter the next level in humiliating Isobel Bradley trivia.
"Issy," Judah whispers my name like a prayer, and the scales finally tilt.
I want to cry when I finally nod, fear and hope twisting inside me. "Yes."
His head falls forward with a deep groan of relief, pressing against my lower back as he moves a hand to cup my entire sex through my swimsuit, and my hips cant forward immediately, a throaty cry coming from between my parted lips. Just the pressure of his touch feels incredible, and I can't help grinding shamelessly down, pleasure knotting low in my tummy.
"Do you need me to put my fingers inside you?" Judah coos, giving my pussy a little squeeze through the material. Apparently, my little moan is an acceptable answer because a moment later, he's hooked my swimsuit to the side, barring my slippery, swollen pussy to his gaze. "Fuck, Issy. Is all this for me? Do I make you wet, sweetheart?"
"Yes," I hiccup, fruitlessly trying to grind myself back on him, but this position won't allow it. He knows what I need, though, because he slides two fingers forward, circling my clit gently. It's impossibly erotic, and I think I might die if he stops. I've never felt anything like this, never even come close during all those nights alone in my bed, rubbing my clit frantically in an attempt to relieve the tension built up inside me. Already my whole body is shaking, and it feels like my entire awareness is centered on the gentle swipes of Judah's fingers.
Oh my god. I want him to touch me more. I want his fingers inside me, spreading me open,breaking me. I want to stand here in the middle of a beach with our family members in the ocean, only a few hundred yards away, my legs spread wide for my sister's future father-in-law. I want his big, strong body behind me, his hands holding me steady as he eases his cock into my throbbing sex.
"Bend over for me. Hold onto the table, that's it." His voice is so calm, but there's a low strain to it I've never heard before. He drags my legs further apart, and a second later, he's leaned forward, and his fingers are replaced with his tongue.
Holy hell-
My arms almost give out and send me face first into the picnic table when he groans, pushing his tongue into my throbbing opening, fucking me wetly.
All I can do is hold onto the edge of the picnic table, my muscles shaking and my breath coming in desperate, fevered pants.
I've had ex-boyfriends do this to me before, or at least something that bares a passing resemblance to this. This has all the same major elements, my legs spread, a man with his face buried between them, tonguing my opening and my clit, but there's one major difference here. I'm enjoying this—a lot. Not only does it feel good, it feels like my body is hurdling toward something. A hook is being pulled from low in my belly, dragging me closer and closer to an edge I've never even seen before.
Is it possible he’s actually going to make me have an orgasm? Is that what's happening to me?
If so… the hype is real.
"Judah." I hear myself crying over and over again, far too loud. Somebody could hear, somebody couldsee us. My family,his family, are in the water, only a few hundred yards away. I've needed this for so long, though, and as Judah's stubble brushes against my inner thighs and his fingers bite painfully into my hips to hold me still, I'm almost hysterical with the need to finish.
"Fuck, yes." He growls when he pulls back. That's all the warning I get before his long, thick fingers plunge roughly into my opening, making me yelp in surprise and pain as something inside me tears.
Shit.
