His hands took over, moving her over his hardness, seeking to meld it into her skin. She moaned, and he answered her with a harsh groan. He pushed her sweatshirt up, then her bra, then he just looked at her.
He’d uncovered smooth, creamy skin. His. All his. “Mine,” he growled. He watched her eyes as he lowered his mouth to her breast. Then she closed those gray orbs with irises like shattered glass, and he took her nipple in his mouth. She cried out as if her need were a violent thing seeking escape. Her hands settled in his hair, tugging, pulling, pushing.
He smiled against her, and then he let himself do nothing but feel—the softness of her skin, the pebble of her nipple, the ripest, sweetest of berries. He kissed the area over her heart before he began laving attention on each mound, unable to pull away, her cries in his ears, her taste and smell dominating his senses.
Her hips writhed over his even as he pushed up, trying to alleviate the bittersweet pain in his cock.
He reached for the drawstring of the sweatpants and lifted her slightly as he pushed the pants and her panties down one leg, baring her to his gaze. Her downy brownish-black curls taunted him. He gazed at her there, splayed over his lap, legs on either side of his, pussy open and hot. He could feel her heat through his jeans and wanted nothing more than to release his cock and impale her on it, move her over him until they both released.
Reverence slid through him, peaceful and calming. His need didn’t abate, but for this moment, he would please her and show her everything he felt for her with his mouth and hands.
“Please,” she whispered brokenly.
He’d heard that word from her too much. She’d never beg him for anything else ever again.
Slowly, half afraid it was all a dream, he moved his hand to her opening, sliding a single finger through her folds until the center of her heat was right there. He touched her, her wetness coating his finger, easing his way inside her body. Her hips moved, allowing him greater access.
She opened like a flower above him. So much heat. He wanted to taste her there, but with her head thrown back, her chest flushed, and his need hammering at him, he needed her to finish before he blew his top.
One finger surrounded by her warmth. Her body milked him, and he added a finger. Her breath blew out roughly, and she keened softly. Her head bowed, hair hiding her face from him as her chin came to rest on her bunched-up sweatshirt. With his other hand, he pushed her back until he could wrap his hand gently around her neck, holding her head up so he could watch her eyes as she exploded. Her hair was silk against his skin.
Had he ever wanted this badly?
With one hand between her legs and one around her neck, Jude worked Ella. She was so damn tight, clenching and releasing around his fingers. He sank deep, hitting the spot he’d longed for, and her eyes closed.
“Open them,” he demanded.
Her mouth opened first, on a gasp saturated with sex and desire. Her eyes followed, locking on his, and in them was every emotion he’d missed from her during the last year—need, love, joy, pain, frustration, followed quickly by need again. She was spiraling tighter, her body moving faster on his hand, her chest rising and falling, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth.
His tortured cock cursed him. Through it all, he watched her. Ella. His lady. The absolute love of his life.
“Give me another truth, Ella,” he ordered, his tone soft but uncompromising. “I need your truths, baby.”
“There are too many,” she pushed out around a moan.
“Give me the most important one,” he pleaded.
Her body rippled, their fire burning her up from the inside out. He scissored his fingers once and then swirled her wetness around her clit. One more entrance into her body, one caress of his index finger against her chin, and Ella gave in, crying out in her pleasure, her body undulating as it sought the last vestiges of pleasure from his hand.
She never looked away from him, their gazes locked, and in that moment he was both proud of her strength and humbled that she’d given herself over to him. She was magnificent in her release.
Slowly, because this was part of his reward for not taking more than she was ready to give him, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. “Beautiful,” he said when finished.
“You’ll take it all, won’t you?” she asked.
He nodded. “But don’t worry, Ella. I’ll give it back tenfold.”
It was a vow from his heart.
She collapsed against his chest and snuggled, legs still spread over his, her core against him once again. She fit so perfectly in his arms. God, he’d missed this. More than being inside her, just holding her, being wrapped up in her.
He shook his head and wiped his eyes.
“Another truth, hmm?” she asked and sounded as if she was moments away from sleep.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” he told her. “Give it to me, El.”
“I dream of you, even when I’m awake. I never let you go, Jude.”
Her voice was so low that he wondered if she’d said what he thought she had.
A shuddering breath left her limp against him, and he knew she’d gone to sleep.
With her words, she put a piece of him back in place. It was a piece he’d been missing since she’d “died.” He somehow managed to get her pants completely off, and then he started to work on her shirt. Once he’d removed those and her bra, he settled her against him and then lay down with her.
Jude pulled the throw over
