She was so damn breakable.
She reached for him, and he followed her down, cataloging every breath and gasp, feeling her body give under his, welcoming.
“Love me, Jude,” she whispered.
“There’s nothing else for me to do, El,” he responded.
She cupped his cheek, pulling him to her mouth. She arched up into his body, demanding he move faster, give her more. But it was the first time in a year that he’d had her under him. There was no rushing this.
“Slow, Ella. Let me love you slowly.” Then he proceeded to do just that.
He stroked her flesh, tongued her hills and hollows, pressed against her skin until the heat between them made them one. He kissed her mouth, tugging on the curve of her lower lip until she hissed in a rough breath. He licked her neck, bit down on the spot he knew she loved, and felt her belly contract.
She tugged at his hair, stroked his chest, and sank her nails deep into the muscles there. She leaned up and licked his nipple. His balls drew up tight, and he had to hold himself still to stave off his orgasm.
“Do that again, and this will go much faster than either of us want,” he growled down at her.
She smiled, a sweet curving of her lips, sexy and so blinding he wanted to howl. She arched up again, and he used his palm to push her back down. “No. I’m going to be inside you when I come, and I’ll be feeling you contracting around my cock as I do it.”
She reached between them and stroked him. He felt the heat of her pussy so close, so tempting. She wrapped her fist around him and squeezed. His eyes crossed. “Damn, woman!”
She laughed. “You’re moving too slowly. I need you, Jude. Come inside me.”
She bent her knees, held on to his shoulders, and pushed up with her hips, her velvet sheath seeking his steel.
She was a siren, and he couldn’t deny her any longer. He allowed her to lead him to her precipice.
“I love you,” she said, and her voice rang out in the silence of the room.
“Always,” he responded as he sank deeply with one thrust.
He stilled and stayed that way for long moments, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion of his. His muscles locked—the joy of being back inside her so absolute that his blood sang. His heart clicked into place, and his body began a slow dance with hers. Stroke, retreat, lick, kiss, repeat.
He lifted her leg and pushed it toward her chest, opening her so he could settle deeper in the cradle of her hips, hitting her clit as he entered her, sliding home. Their breaths mingled, heat rose, their scents peppering the air with a fragrance that was all them.
She pleaded with him to never stop. He vowed he wouldn’t. She pleaded for him to finish her. He promised he would.
Over and over, their bodies met, melting into each other before moving apart, his cock leaving her warm haven only to return home time and time again. The pressure at the base of his spine built. Her moans became jagged pleas, and still the wave of their desire rose. The headboard banged against the wall, sweat slicked their skin, and light coalesced behind his eyelids.
“Come with me,” he demanded of her.
“I am,” she mouthed, though no sound escaped her.
Pleasure reached its crescendo, peaking inside them and spreading out, offering bliss beyond anything Jude had ever known. Every sense he had heightened as he came. He watched her pupils dilate as the pleasure pulled her under. The draw of her pussy walls on his cock forced his release to go on and on until he felt wrung dry but born anew.
He had no idea how he found the strength to hold himself off her enough so she could breathe, but the thought of pulling out of her and moving off her body wasn’t one he was comfortable with. So he stayed where he was, arms shaking as he gave her enough room to draw breath but not separate from her.
He rested his forehead on hers.
“That was…” Her words drifted off.
“Yeah, I’m pretty amazing,” he said with a small laugh. “You ready?”
She opened her eyes and stared up at him. “For what?”
He slowly pulled out of her. They both groaned at the feel of his cock leaving her snug confines. It was an ecstasy all its own.
“For that,” he answered, and even he heard the smugness of his tone.
He rolled over onto his back and she followed him, snuggling into his side as if she couldn’t bear to be parted from him for any length of time.
“You’re full of yourself,” she said with a laugh.
“Yeah, but just a second ago you were full of me too.”
She snickered. It had always been effortless between them.
“I forgot that humility was never your greatest attribute,” she mumbled sleepily.
“Is it vain to know I please the hell out of my woman?” he asked, covering his eyes with his forearm. He would love a nap.
“Nah, but you could at least make an effort to be humble. Gloating is not your best look,” she pointed out.
Her hands stroked his chest, running through the light mat of hair on his chest. They’d once had a discussion about hairy chests versus hairless and which she preferred. He’d been prepared to have every bit of hair on his chest waxed off if that’s what she wanted. “I prefer you,” she’d told him, and it had been the perfect answer.
“My best look is on top of my woman,” he responded.
“Or your woman on top of you,” she quipped. “Let’s try that next.”
He peeked out from under his forearm. “I’m ready when you are.”
She opened a single eye, reached under the duvet he’d brought over them, cupped his semihard cock, and then she smirked. “Sure.”
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