Chapter 10
chapter
ten
Jude
My body is pure lust at the moment.
When I thought I’d misread her, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. But then she got out of bed and walked toward me, every glorious inch of her pale curvaceous body on display. She’d been an intoxicating mix of self-assurance and vulnerability. Enough to let me know she wasn’t as unaffected as I thought.
Then she put my hand between her luscious thighs and I nearly came in my pants. She’s so wet, she’s dripping on my hand.
“Baby, there is nothing awkward about you putting my hand on your pussy.”
I slide my fingers around and she’s so hot and wet, she’s driving me wild.
“This is a lot of slick, Peaches. Are you sure all of this is for me?”
She nods, her lips parted.
With my hand on her arm, I steer her so she’s against the wall.
“That’s real good. I’m going to eat your sweet slit until you’re screaming my name. But first I need a kiss. Can I kiss you, Emory?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“I need to hear your words.”
“Yes, Jude. Kiss me, eat me, fuck me. Whatever you want. Take it.”
Evidently when under the heavy aphrodisiac of desire, my sassy girl becomes a compliant, needy mess. And I am fucking here for it.
It’s all the permission I need so I slam my mouth onto hers, lifting her as I do. Her legs come up, wrapping around my waist. The wet heat of her pussy presses to my bare stomach. Now, I’m annoyed that I pulled back on my sweatpants. I move us to the bed and sit on the edge.
“I want to feel you,” I tell her. “Want these pants off.”
“That’s a fantastic idea,” she says. She stands from my lap and pulls down my sweatpants. Then she falls to her knees in front of me and without any preamble, leans forward and nearly swallows my dick whole.
“Fuck, Emory. Christ, are you trying to kill me?” I grab her long blonde hair and fist it into a ponytail. “Two more licks, Peaches, that’s all you get.”
With her lips still wrapped around my cock, she looks up at me.
“I wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now. You like how that dick feels in your mouth?”
She nods slightly and groans in agreement. The vibration of her vocalization thrumbs against my sensitive flesh.
“You’re going to like it even better when it’s inside your pussy.” I pull her up. “Back on my lap, beautiful.”
She straddles me, her slick core presses against my erection.
“I might have to eat you later. I desperately need to fuck you. But you need to come first. Make sure you’re ready for me.”
Her smile lights up the whole damn room, not to mention all the lonely parts of my heart that have been waiting for her claim. She scoots closer, wrapping her legs around my back, then she kisses me.
Her movements are slow at first. “You going to rub your needy little clit on me and get yourself off?”
She whimpers and then sucks on my tongue. I take over the movements. Because I meant what I said, if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to make a mess in my pants.
Her fingers thread through my hair as our lips and tongues fight for dominance. She is so perfect for me in every way. I can’t believe my luck that we found each other.
She squeezes her legs around my hips, bumping herself against me.
“Emory,” I growl her name. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
She pulls away from my mouth and stares into my eyes. “I had a sex dream about you,” she says, her voice laced with her heavy breathing.
“You did?” I ask, then lick across her collarbone. “I want you. So fucking much.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I continue rubbing myself against her. “Was it a good dream?”
She nods. “Yes! Jude, I’m coming!” Her body shatters, rocking against mine, as the waves of her pleasure pulse through her.
It’s a miracle I don’t come with her.
When her climax subsides, I lean over to the bedside table and open the drawer. The only reason I know I have condoms here is because my annoying sisters put them in every nook and cranny when I finished building this place. I guess maybe they thought I’d finally find someone if I could bring them here.
Emory looks over her shoulder to see me dig in an industrial-sized box of Magnums.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I say.
“I didn’t say anything,” she says.
“My sisters discovered you can order anything from Amazon and well, they hid giant boxes of these all over my cabin.” I give her a sheepish smile as I hold up a square of foil.
“Your sisters know you wear the largest size?”
“Uh, no. That would be weird. They bought every variety imaginable. And when I say they, I mean they ordered me all of that on my account.”
She laughs. “I like your sisters.”
“I like them too. But I don’t want to talk about them any more.”
“Okay.”
I tear open the wrapper and roll the latex down my length.
“Do you even know how ridiculously hot you are?” she asks.
“I’m glad you think so. You’re so beautiful it makes my heart ache.” I kiss her again, slow and deep, trying to pour everything I feel for her into it. “Will you ride me, Peaches? So I can look at your face and your gorgeous body?”
She nods. Then raises herself up on her knees and lowers herself down my length.
I grip her ass while she seats herself and I’m ready to confess all my love and affection to her. Pretty sure this is not the right time for that.
“Fuck me, you’re tight,” I manage.
“So full,” she says. “I’m not going to tell you how big you are because I already stroked your ego by telling you how attractive you are.”
That makes me laugh.
Before my parents died, before I became celibate, I’d been with a few women. I enjoyed sex. I am a man, after all, but in truth, it had always felt hollow and not that much different than jacking off in the shower. It was a means to an end, but never any connection. It’s probably why it was easy for me to give it up so I could concentrate on my sisters.
This is evidently what I’d been missing. I wouldn’t have been able to give up Emory.
“We fit perfectly together,” I tell her. “Do you feel that?”
“I do,” she says.
I pump up into her, unable to wait any longer for her to move. Her slick pussy walls grip me so tightly. As I fuck her, I rub slow circles over her clit.
“Jude. Yes.” Her eyes fall closed and her head tilts back. Her long blonde hair brushes against my knees. And we move in tandem, me pumping up and her circling her hips.
“Please don't stop,” she says.
“I’m never going to stop, baby. You’re mine now. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Jude.”
“Fucking right you are.”
Two more thrusts and her pretty eyes widen. “I think I’m going to come.” Her mouth falls open and an orgasm rocks through her body.
The tight walls of her pussy milk my own release and I growl her name.