“No.” The command barks from my mouth and I shake my head, stalking across the room to close the space between us. I encircle her wrists and pull them down and away from her body. “Don’t cover up, or try to hide any part of you. Fuck, Rachel,” I whisper her name, a prayer on my lips. “You’re perfect.”
She immediately shakes her head. “I’m not.”
“You are.” I drop to my knees, my face just under her breasts as I lift my head. She shivers as my jawline grazes her sensitive skin. “Did you miss how everyone couldn’t keep their eyes off of you?”
“I don’t care about everyone.”
“Damn right.” My hands abandon her wrists to cup her tits and squeeze. Her nipples pebble into hard points. “I couldn’t keep from staring.” I drop my gaze from hers to rub my face between her breasts. “Of thinking about how I wanted to do this.” My mouth opens and I capture one nipple between my lips, sucking it into my mouth, and laving it with my tongue. A shot of lust shoots down my spine, my dick begging to sink into her sweet pussy. But he’s an impatient bastard, and I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. I’m not wasting it on a five-minute fuck. Her pleasure is my priority and I’m prepared to draw it out all night.
“Jude,” she moans, her fingers weaving into my hair.
I leave her breasts, kissing down her abdomen. With a shimmy of her hips, I pull the dress the rest of the way down her body. Inhaling the scent of her arousal only heightens my own. I need her. I need to taste her. To make her come. I need her to understand how badly I want this to happen. How much she means to me. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I say, glancing up to catch her gaze.
I lean closer, inches from her center. “This.” I splay my fingers wide on her hips, holding her to me as I close the space between us. “Fuck, Rachel.” My breath hits her skin and she bites her bottom lip. “I’ve been dying to know what you taste like.” Our gazes still locked, I open my mouth and press it to her folds. My tongue dips into her center. Fuck, she tastes better than I imagined. My lips still pressed to her pussy, I release a groan that sends a gasp to her mouth. I do it again. And again.
Licking, sucking, swirling, I use my mouth to draw sounds of pleasure from her lips. Each angle, movement, and use of pressure is an exploration of her body. I’m the student, and her orgasm is my only assignment. My face is wet and her thighs shaking when I finally come up for air. “What do you want?” I know she’s close. But there’s something holding her back. Preventing her from losing control.
“I want you,” she says, her voice tense and breathless. “I want to touch you.”
Fuck me. I nearly come at her request. “On the bed,” I say gruffly, then imagine how bad it’d hurt to send my balls through a meat grinder. Ouch. Yeah, that does the trick, and my erection wanes enough that I won’t shoot my load before I’m even inside her.
She lies back on the bed, her head resting on a pillow to meet my gaze. Her legs fall open and she fingers herself, watching me as I stare in delight. I love how comfortable she is in her sexuality. “Jude,” she moans before plunging two fingers into her wetness.
Yes. Fucking, yes. Working my fingers nimbly through the buttons of my shirt, I toss it to the floor and shuck my pants. I stalk forward, enjoying the show of Rachel pleasuring herself, and needing a closer look. I kneel onto the bed, my mouth watering for another taste of her pussy.
My erection bulges in my boxers, dying to be free, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea until he’s suited up. Shit! “Condoms,” I say, my eyes going wide with the realization I don’t have any. Fuck it. I bound to the side of the bed and pick up the phone, ready to dial the concierge to have a box delivered immediately.
Rachel’s hand grips my wrist. “I’m clean. I’m on birth control. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was tested, and, well, if you are too . . .” Fuck me. Is she really offering this to me?
“I always use condoms, and haven’t been with anyone since I was tested either.” My dick bobs in agreement, but I don’t want her to regret one moment of our time together. “If you want, I’ll go get condoms. We’ve waited this long, what’s a few more minutes? Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”
“I want you.” Her chin lifts and she presses up on one elbow to seal her lips over mine. “Now,” she whispers between kisses. The sweep of her tongue in my mouth draws a moan—from her or me, I don’t really know. “Inside me. Nothing between us.” She relaxes back onto the bed, dragging me with her.
I brace my hands on the mattress, kissing and punishing her lips with my mouth. Her hands go to the waistband of my boxer briefs, and with the help of her feet, she pushes them down my legs. I kick them off the rest of the way. My mouth moves to her breasts.
She grips me in her hands, stroking my length until I’m so hard I might explode. “Jude.” She scoots down the mattress so we’re perfectly aligned. My cock dips into her folds, wetness coating the tip. “Please.”
My intention to go slow flies from my mind the second my hips thrust forward. Wet. Tight. Heaven. Her body grips my length. I still, savoring the pleasure of this moment. I kiss her, rolling my hips to pull out, then plunge in deeper. “Good?” I ask.
Her gaze lifts, and the
