“Please,” she panted, “don’t move.”
A crooked grin stretched across Jude’s lips as he slipped his finger back into her body.
“I love the way ye feel,” he said. “And I want more of ye.”
“More?” she asked, befuddled by what else he could possibly get from her. Slowly, Jude shifted his free hand to hers and pulled her hand to his crotch. Her eyes widened to feel the massive bulge in his pants that she hadn’t noticed before.
“Ye must ken I’ve wanted ye since I laid eyes on ye,” Jude said. “In the cottage by yer faither’s house, with yer hair wild and free. Even on the moors after the attack. Ye were like a siren that teased me inner desires.”
“Jude,” Cleopatra moaned as his fingers slipped out a bit before going right back into her.
“But the way ye look now,” he said breathing almost as heavily as she was. “At dinner when our hands met. That spark, it shot right through me and ye must ken how much I need ye.” Jude squeezed Cleopatra’s hand that cupped his manhood. She found herself gulping air as the bulge throbbed in her hand relentlessly.
“I do,” she answered as her head bobbed. Swallowing hard to keep her mouth from drying out, she stared at him.
Her eyes widened as his hand shifted off hers and began to unfasten his trews. Slipping off the bench, Cleo dropped to her knees. Although she wasn’t certain what he was presenting to her, she knew in the depths of her being she wanted it. As Jude entangled his fingers into her hair, he lured her to his crotch. Instinctively, Cleopatra closed her eyes.
“Open yer mouth,” Jude whispered. “I want to feel yer lips around me.”
Keeping her eyes closed, Cleopatra did as she was told and opened her mouth. Before she could ask why, Jude lowered her head down to meet his manhood. Instinctively Cleopatra knew what she had to do and began tracing her tongue around the small crown that was presented to her.
By the way Jude moaned she knew she must have been doing something right. She found a great satisfaction in pleasing him and tried to take more of him.
“Aye, that’s it,” Jude said as she felt his hand pressing on her head. “Can ye take more?”
Trying to please him as much as possible, Cleopatra allowed him to slip further down her throat. She was surprised by how her body reacted to him. Every moan only made her want to go further, every sound that escaped his lips made her yearn for more.
“Can I have ye?” he asked as she popped him from her tight lips and stared up at him. “Please,” he begged.
A simple nod was all she gave him but it was like an explosion. Jude eased her away from him and let her rest on her back on the soft, lush grass. She stared up at him, heart pounding as he dropped his trews to his ankles. There was nothing but fire in his eyes as he moved between her legs.
Pulling in a deep breath, she waited for him to settle between her legs and stared up at the sparkling stars high above their heads.
Oh my. Oh my.
Before Cleopatra could say a word, she felt pressure between her legs. Instantly she shifted her attention to Jude. He stared down at her as his fingers grazed over her cheek. She curled her arms around him holding him tight as he slipped deeper inside of her.
“Are ye all right?” he asked as he moved slow and steady, allowing her body to mold to his before inching ever deeper into her. She nodded as her nails clawed at his back.
“Ye feel so amazin’,” he gasped, “as if ye were made for me.”
There was no doubt Cleopatra felt the same. Though she had never had a man before, Jude’s body seemed to fit her. Slowly the pressure eased and she found the pleasure lurking behind the pain. It didn’t take her long to adjust to Jude. When he moved, she moved trying to keep him connected to her for as long as she could.
“Please don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing to me, I don’t ever want it to end.”
“It doesnae have to,” Jude said as he kissed her neck. “Ye daenae have to go anywhere. Ye can stay with me.”
“I want that,” Cleopatra said between her gulps of air. “I want you.”
Their bodies molded and became fused together as the moon drifted over head. Cleopatra realized that all the colors around them popped and seemed to become brighter and more intense. Even the musky aroma that reminded her of the moors that seeped off Jude was stronger. She held onto him, praying that he would never separate from her.
“I cannae make this last forever,” Jude said, “although I wish I could.”
“Please, just a bit longer,” Cleopatra pleaded, “I need you.”
“Aye,” Jude said, “as I need ye. But ye have nay idea how long it’s been for me. How much I’ve missed this.”
“I don’t understand,” Cleopatra said as Jude pulled away from her. There were beads of sweat on his brow and his eyes looked as if he’d woken from a dream.
“I…” Jude hissed as his face scrunched.
Suddenly, Cleopatra’s eyebrows scrunched to the bridge of her nose as she watched Jude’s face contorted in ways that she had never seen before. Panic shot through her as if he was in the midst of a heart attack and on the verge of death. She clung to him and cupped her hands to his face. “What is wrong? What is happening?”
Within a heartbeat Jude crumpled to her side and with his eyes closed. Cleopatra’s mind shifted to the worst possible scenario.
She rolled to him, refusing to let him slip out of her as fear coursed through her. “Please tell me you’re alive, please,” she begged as she slapped him
