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As she stood there in her underwear, completely unashamed.
He stripped off his jeans, then his underwear, leaving his whole, masculine body exposed to her gaze. He was perfection. More than she’d ever taken, certainly, but everything she wanted.
She moved toward him and pressed her body against his, kissing him again. The heat and fire of his mouth was almost unbearably good. She was wet and slick between her legs, her breasts heavy.
He reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall down her arms, her breasts now bare against his chest. Her nipples were so tight it was painful. She moaned, letting her head fall back, and he kissed her down her neck, his teeth scraping her skin, before moving down to the plump part of her breast, then down farther to her nipple, where he took her deep in his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation creating a pull of desire between her legs.
She could hardly wait. Usually, she needed a little bit of foreplay to get going, but she was there. The only thing was, she didn’t want it to end. She almost wanted this torture to go on forever.
It was like he sensed it.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he said.
“Okay...”
“You can walk in front of me. I’m happy to watch.”
She was very aware of the way the thong framed her rear end as she walked ahead of him and up the stairs, certain she was giving him quite the show.
“That’s good,” he said, his voice like gravel.
She could see the door cracked in the hallway, and when she looked inside, correctly identified it as the master bedroom. The bed was big, with dark, masculine blankets.
But she didn’t care about his blankets. She just cared about the fact that she was going to be in bed with him soon. With all that hard, powerful length moving inside of her.
She would love to be shocked at herself. But she was too pleased with herself.
Because this was her embracing another side of herself when she never had before. And she never would have if it wasn’t for him. But then, that had always been true. Jude had always been the wildness. While she had been the softness. But she was done with that.
They got into the bedroom, and he continued to kiss her, consume her. He laid her down on the bed, then took her panties down and cast them off to the side. She was desperate for him. Completely beyond herself.
She couldn’t understand how they had ended up here, and yet in other ways, she couldn’t understand how she hadn’t thought that someday, someday she would end up here. That he would find her someday.
It simultaneously felt like the most romantic and heartbreaking thing. And she was alight with it.
Because the truth was, she had built a life that had no room for a man like him. Her life was built around polo shirt boys. Her life was... Built around fear, maybe. But not right now.
Not in this moment.
In this moment, she had him. All that ink. All that sin. And she wouldn’t let there be anything else.
She ran her hands down the fine musculature of his back. Arched herself against that hot, hard length. He put his hands between her legs and began to tease her there. Finding her wet and ready. She had never been so wet in her life. She had never been so close to the edge just from this. From this teasing. He kissed her neck, down her body, paused to take a nipple deep into his mouth. And then continued his journey down her stomach, to that sensitive place between her legs.
And she should’ve known. He was everything that a bad boy ought to be. Including voracious. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her thighs and spread them roughly, putting his mouth over that wet, needy place. Licking her, sucking her. Before pushing a finger deep inside of her, and then another.
She arched against him, her body strung tight like a bow. She was drowning in it. Drowning in him.
He moved his hands down to cup her butt and lifted her up off the bed, bringing her into more firm contact with his mouth, setting her off.
Her orgasm rolled through her like a wave. On and on and on, the sound of it crashing within her echoing on and on.
She gripped his strong shoulders and urged him up her body. He kissed her mouth, and then reached over to his nightstand, thankfully having a presence of mind to take a condom out and apply it quickly, before moving back to her. He kissed her, letting her taste her own pleasure on his lips, as he pressed the blunt head of his arousal to the entrance of her body and thrust home.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, and for a moment, she was immobilized.
He met her gaze.
All that familiar blue looking down into her. It wasn’t solid. It was crystalline. Fractured. Like shattered ice. And in those shards she saw everything. Adventure. Danger. Safety. Comfort. Home.
