I push her against the window seat, my tongue plowing into her mouth to tangle with hers. My hands are in her hair, gripping her jaw, trailing her collarbone. I bend and drag the flat of my tongue up the center of her chest. Iris mewls when I take her hard pink nipple in my mouth. She cries out again when I give her other nipple equal attention.
With her ass propped up against the window, I slide my hand down her stomach. “Spread those sexy thighs for me, Petal.”
My touch moves lower, lower, lower and then her clit is a tight, pulsing knot beneath my fingertips.
“Oh god, Jude…” Her thighs clamp around my hand, halting me.
Immediately, I freeze. My eyes search her face. I see the hesitation there. “What is it, baby?” I flatten a palm on the cool glass of the window.
She’s flustered. I see a hint of her blush beneath the moonlight. “It’s just…I…It’s been a long time…”
I lean down and kiss her lips. “I know,” I say softly. “And I want to fix that. I want to make you feel good.” I give her another soft kiss. “But if you want me to stop, I will…”
Her eyes flicker across my face like it’s a book she’s reading. Finally, she reaches up and hooks an arm behind my neck. “Make me feel good, Jude…”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I kiss her hard and I’m rubbing her little bead. She’s so fucking wet on my fingers, pulsing and quaking with each stroke. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, Iris.” I’m groaning against her mouth. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
“Please, Jude. Please.” Her tongue slides into my mouth and dances.
I squeeze her breast, brushing a finger back and forth on her nipple then I band my arm around her waist. “Are you ready for me?”
She laughs. It’s soft and full of desire. “I’ve been picturing this for weeks. I’m ready.”
Her words send a shot of lust to my cock. “You’ve been picturing this?” I ask, as I breach her with one finger. It’s like sliding past the gates of paradise. She’s soft and hot on the inside. Silky. Tight.
My poor knees quiver.
“God, yes,” she whispers. Her skull falls back against the cool window. “I’ve been picturing this.”
I slide another finger into her. Her stomach clenches. Her pelvis curls upward. Her whole body shouts for more. I oblige with a third finger.
“Fuck, Baby. I’ve been picturing us, too.” I pump my fingers inside of her. “At night, when I would lie in my bed, I would wrap my hand around my cock and dream about doing this to you.” Her eyes squeeze tight as I finger-fuck her deeper. Slick honey drips from her slit, down my fingers, onto the window pane. “Did you touch your pussy when you were thinking about us together?”
She brings her feet up, soles flat on the window seat. She widens her thighs. “Yes…” she says breathily.
I almost lose it, right there in my pants at the idea of us both thinking about each other, yearning for each other, touching ourselves at the same time under the same roof with only a few sheets of goddamned drywall between us.
I should have taken this woman a long damn time ago.
And I’m ready to take her now. I curl my fingers inside of her and it takes her by surprise. She bucks and screams, chest arching toward the heavens. I do it again and this time, she fucking shatters.
Her limbs close around me and her face contorts into a gorgeous mask of pleasure. I feel like a king as I watch this perfect creature coming hard on my fingers.
“Jude, yes. Jude, yes. Jude, yes.” I keep working inside of her through her orgasm. I don’t stop until she’s falling limp against the arm I’ve banded around her back.
Through the glass, the full moon sits behind her head like a fucking crown. Appropriate ‘cause this woman is a queen.
31
Iris
Come closer, Petal.” Jude’s voice comes from between my thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about eating this pussy. Don’t make me wait.”
We’re in my bed now. He’s on his back, his palms spreading my thighs as I hover above his face. I’ll admit that I’m a little self-conscious, reserved. But this man is ready to devour me.
He guides my ass, lowering me onto his mouth. The first touch of his lips to my clit is electric. Back arched, I shout at the sensation.
He tenderly strokes a palm down my spine. “You okay?”
Too choked up for words, I nod.
And now, he just can’t stop. He tongues my pussy. He licks me top to bottom. He enters me with hard thrusts before circling the bead of my clit.
My hands come down on the wall above the bed, fingernails digging into the drywall. My nerves sizzle like faulty power lines beneath my skin. What is this man doing to me?
“Oh, Jude. Yes, yes. Jude. Yes.” I’m panting. Frantic. My hips rocking on his face.
He pulls back for air and his thumb flicks the bead of my clit. “Fuck, I could suck this beautiful pussy all day.”
I mewl.
And then he goes straight back to work.
Waves of pleasure rise and fall within me. I move and twist and beg on his mouth. And he just keeps probing me with that velvet tongue, exploring me with those big hands. He’s not intimidated by my curves, by all that fluff I consider extra. He fondles and caresses every part of me like it’s right where it’s supposed to be.
When I feel his tongue probing the pucker of my anus with a slow patient stroke, every muscle at my core tightens. “I’m coming, Jude.” I grab one tit, pinching my nipple between my fingers. “I’m coming.”
His tongue drills into my pussy then his lips
