30. Romy
30
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F alling into the plush duvet lifted a cloud of what I came to recognize as the smell of home. Laundry soap, spearmint, and spice. Jude’s scent. And now my own, sweet and tropical.
Jude crawled up from the bottom of the bed, his corded muscles rolling and flexing as he stalked toward me like an apex predator. But I had never felt safer in his sight. I could let him prowl after me forever.
His cock was rock hard and protruding between his legs, inching toward me. I bent my knees, letting them fall apart, opening for him.
“So needy,” he quipped.
“Always,” I whispered.
He hovered over me now, his cock inches away from my entrance. He dipped his head, brushing his lips across mine. I ran my hands up his back until I could bury my fingers into his hair, holding him to me. Wanting to devour him.
He put a hand between us, gripping his dick to run the tip through me, letting it glide over my clit. I bucked each time. My pussy pulsed.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathing against my mouth.
He did it again and again until I was writhing, trying to suck him in.
“I need you,” I whined.
“You want me inside you?” he asked, peering into my eyes. His eyes were blazing blue now. Burning the hottest flame.
“Please, Jude. I need you to fuck me. Now.”
He sucked in a breath. I could feel his heart pounding through his chest.
“God, I love hearing you say that.”
He reached past me, his body pressing me into the mattress momentarily, to open the top drawer of the nightstand. He pulled out a condom, breaking it open. I watched with rapt attention as he slid it over his cock. His arms flexing deliciously as he sheathed himself.
“I want you so badly, honey, I’m not sure I can take this slow.”
A thrill went through me. “I trust you.”
I wet my lips, hoping he saw just how much I wanted him, too. Needed him.
“Fuck. Me.” I arched into him again, pushing my hips toward him, begging for him.
Jude groaned. “ Fuck. How did I get so lucky?”
My giggle was cut short when Jude’s fingers swiped through my slick slit. He circled around my swollen bud before swiping through, pushing one finger into my pussy, stroking it, loosening it, before adding a second finger.
“You sure you can handle me right now?”
I knew I could take him. I had only once before, but somehow, he was larger, thicker, harder than he was then.
“Uh-huh,” I quietly panted.
He removed his fingers, and I moaned at the vacancy. But that emptiness was brief because then Jude’s cock was notched at my entrance.
“Take a breath.”
I took a shuddering breath, too amped up, buzzing. I felt ready to burst, as if someone had turned the tuning pegs on a guitar so tightly, the strings were about to pop.
He pushed in just an inch.
“So tight. God, I missed this. Missed you. Breathe, honey.”
I tried to steady my heart, drawing air through my nose. Slowly, he inched forward, his eyes never leaving mine. I arched into him, my mouth falling open on a silent cry as he deeply buried himself.
“Look at you. We fit so perfectly. You should see yourself. How beautiful you are.”
He stayed still for just a moment, waiting for me to relax around him.
I rocked my hips, wanting him to move. I dug my fingers into his firm ass, pressing him into me, needing him to advance.
“Please, Jude. Move. ” I raised my head, bringing my lips to his, nipping, urging him on.
Jude drew out a couple inches before thrusting back in. I gasped. He took my hands off him, circling my wrists in his hands so he could hold them at my sides, against the bed, to give himself more leverage to thrust. His thrusts were starting to pack a punch, each time hitting just in the right spot, the friction building.
He pulled out, this time barely inside me, the root of his cock rubbing against my clit. And he stayed there, let me grind against him. Sliding in just enough while he put pressure on my hips. It felt so good. Too good.
“Jude!” I cried out.
He chuckled into the crook of my neck. “There’s my loud girl.”
I could feel the pressure building. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.” He released me, sitting up on his heels, but still deep inside. “Get on your knees.”
I moaned while he slowly, torturously pulled out. Feeling immediately empty, I scrambled onto my knees so I wouldn’t have to wait long for him to fill me again.
He rubbed and kneaded my ass. “You’re perfect. Lie all the way down and stick your ass in the air.”
I did as he instructed, resting all the way down on the mattress, taking the pressure off my shoulder while I propped myself up on my knees, giving him the perfect view of my ass.
Gripping my hips, he thrust back inside. The new position brought him deeper, hitting walls that had never been touched. It drove me wild, and I pushed against him. Jude slapped a sharp spank on my ass. I rocked my hips against him, moaning. The sting of his spank sent a spark straight to where his cock was buried inside. Another spank on the other ass cheek, and I felt as though I was about ready to crumble. No one had ever spanked me before, and I loved it.
“I’m so close, Jude.”
“Honey, I’m so close, too. Come with me?” He said each word between pants, his thrusts becoming erratic.
I reached between my legs, feeling where he was deep inside me. I spread the wetness through my slit and over my clit, circling while he continued to pound into me.
He groaned. “My naughty girl, touching herself while I fuck her from behind?”
I hummed a reply.
He gently pushed down on my lower back until I was flat on my belly, my hand trapped between my legs, still circling. He straddled me, pushing my legs together, tightening my pussy around him and adding more friction. I couldn’t move as he thrust inside me over and over again.
I wanted to wriggle and writhe beneath him, but his weight made me take it. Take it all. The pleasure was climbing. Blood was pounding in my ears. I couldn’t stand it. It was too intense.
My cries came out a jagged laugh. “Oh God! I can’t take it! I’m going to come!”
“Take it, honey. Come for me!”
Jude’s encouragement and a swipe of my finger across my clit one last time was all I needed to explode.
Jude jerked and grunted. My walls fluttered against his pulsating cock. His thrusts slowed as he came, draping his body across my back.
We lie there, panting, my damp hair plastered beneath my cheek pressed to the bed. Jude was still buried deep. He twitched inside me, shooting aftershocks through my core. My hips involuntarily rocked against him. My heart pounded in my ears.
The weight of him on top of me brought me back down. Grounded me. Centered me.
His lips brushed my cheek beneath the tender scrape.
“That was incredible.” My voice was raspy from screaming. My lips tingled around the words.
“So good.” He was still breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. It made me forget about the pain.”
“Good. I’m so sorry you were in pain to begin with. I’ll be right back.”
He gently pulled out and I groaned. Feeling him leave me made me want to put him right back in. It was a vacant feeling I didn’t particularly like. I wanted him to stay buried inside and never leave. I felt whole being with Jude, our flesh as one.
Jude padded across the hall to the bathroom, where I figured he was disposing of the condom. Water ran for a second. Then he was back. Too spent, I hadn’t even moved. He had a washcloth in his hand and the tube of antibiotic ointment.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
“I’m not sure I can yet.”
I spied that sexy tip of his lip as he went to work, tenderly wiping between my legs. I pulsed as he swiped over me. A promise for more later. He discarded the washcloth and then squeezed ointment onto his fingertip. The mattress dipped under his knees. With a featherlight touch, he patted it across the cut. It was such a juxtaposition from how he just played with my body.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
A lump formed in my throat. Oh, don’t cry after sex. Never once in my life had I cried after sex. And it wasn’t even the earth-shattering orgasm he just drew out of me, but the way he now tenderly took care of me.
I swallowed it down and closed my eyes tightly.
The bed rose with Jude’s body weight. I kept my eyes closed, listening to him rummage through drawers before returning to the bed.
“Sit up, honey.”
Finally feeling that my emotions had settled, I pushed myself up. Jude already had a pair of boxer briefs on, and he was holding out one of my shirts and sweatpants. Could this guy get any sweeter?
“Here.” He helped me pull on the sweatpants, remembering that I didn’t sleep with underwear, and then slid the shirt over my head, gently helping me shrug my bad arm into the sleeve.
“Thank you.” I drew my hair out from the collar. My damp hair was left in tangles, but I didn’t care. Because this man was slowly melting my walls.
Jude leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips.
“You’re so good to me,” I whispered, my hands cupping his face.
“Always,” he murmured.
My heart galloped like a band of wild horses.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His eyes were so soft and warm, but hesitant, as if he was waiting for me to run. And I couldn’t blame him.
This feeling of home with him was one thing I was not ready to part with.
He pulled me toward him, wrapping my legs around his middle. “Come on. I’ll get you some ice for that shoulder. You can ice it while I make you dinner.”
He lifted me, carrying me to the kitchen.
This man was making it impossible for me to ever say goodbye to him. Not that I was. He just didn’t believe it quite yet.