39. Romy
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“ A s stubborn as the sagebrush, too.” Jude’s voice had grown husky, saturated with need.
“Fuck me, babe,” I demanded.
The love in my heart felt crushing, bursting, all-consuming. So intense I could barely stand it. The joy in knowing Jude felt the same way made it near impossible to hold it inside without it going somewhere. I was overflowing, and if Jude wasn’t inside me soon, I felt as though I would detonate.
I nipped his ear before sucking it into my mouth. His arms trembled ever so slightly where they held me. I dove my fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, massaging, wanting to coax the need from him. I could tell he was debating whether he should really lay me down on the ground, out here in the open.
Always thinking of me.
And again, it made me fall more in love with him.
Unwrapping my legs from around him, I slid down his body, feeling him hard against me. I knew all he needed was a push, and he would be right there with me. His eyes glistened like the ocean, and I wanted to dive into them and never leave. I’d become a mermaid if it meant staying in those eyes forever.
His dark brows furrowed as if he, too, could barely contain his emotions. Like it pained him to hold it back. Words were not enough for him. I knew that about him. He needed to see it, feel it, to be assured I trusted him with my heart.
I ran my hands down his broad chest, down the dips and swells of his stomach until they landed on his belt. Pressing up on my tiptoes, I met him where he leaned over me, our lips catching the heat growing between us. Tasting each other, feeling our teeth clash before our tongues could glide. The sensation shot right to my core, and my need grew.
“ Jude ,” I pleaded into his mouth.
“Me too, honey.”
He captured my mouth again, his hands deep in my hair while he held me there. He didn’t stop me when I unbuckled his belt or undid his pants. I wanted to feel him. To feel what our love did to him. His lower abs clenched when he felt my fingertips against his skin. My hand dove down past his waistband, gripping his velvety length. I stroked him from root to tip, urging that precum to leak until I could swipe it with my thumb.
“Greedy girl,” he growled.
“Always when it comes to you,” I whispered into the golden evening.
I continued stroking while his hands explored my curves until he found the button of my jeans. My breath hitched when he discovered I was soaked. His middle finger glided through my slit and over that bud of nerves.
I pulled my hand away, pushing him back.
He released me with a whine, but understanding my intention, he lowered himself to the ground, pulling me into his lap.
Now leveled face-to-face while I straddled him, his eyes bore into me as if he could see my soul, and all I saw was love illuminating the space around us. Moisture pricked in my eyes again. I wasn’t someone who typically cried, and I wasn’t about to become a sap, but this man drew it out of me.
Staring into each other’s eyes, we ground against one another. My panties were drenched. Jude wrapped his fingers around my breast, his thumb drawing little circles around the stiffened peak that cut through my top.
In a maneuver Jude showed me—some jujitsu move—I had him in my guard on the ground, pulling him on top of me.
“Oh, is that how this is going to go?” he asked, that sexy, lopsided grin coming out to play. “I knew I’d regret teaching that move to you.”
“I’ve got a deadly judo chop, too,” I quipped.
“I’m a dead man.” But his voice came out muffled as his lips disappeared in the crook of my neck.
His large hands squeezed my breasts, and I arched into him.
“Fuck me.” I didn’t think I could wait any longer.
I watched him as he dropped kisses down my chest, between my breasts, down my sternum, and at the dip of my bare stomach. The whole time his hands never left mine.
Kneeling between my thighs, he hitched one leg over his shoulder, his mouth still leaving a damp trail down my belly. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my jeans and panties, he drew them down. The grit of the dirt and the sharpness of the rocks dug into my backside, but not for long because as soon as he had my pants down around my boots, his hands encompassed my ass, lifting me slightly until he was inches from where I needed him.
“You’re so unbelievably beautiful, Romy. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
His words made my chest ache. “I’m the lucky one.” I brushed a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “To have a man look at me the way you do.”
“You take my breath away.”
He pressed his lips to the inside of my knee. I didn’t want him to take his time anymore. I didn’t need him to be gentle. Not tonight.
I gripped his shirt, dragging him back up to me until I could pull his mouth down on mine. He braced his arms on either side of my head. His lips fit perfectly around mine. Our bodies, too. As though we were made for each other.
I pawed at his denim, needing him out of them. One hand left my side to help me pull his pants and boxers down. I gripped his cock; it pulsed in my palm, echoing my heartbeat.
“I don’t think I can be gentle,” he breathed against my lips.
“I’ve never wanted you to be. I just need you to love me.”
And with a single thrust, he plunged into me. I released a loud gasp.
“Love me, Jude. Hard.”
He retreated slightly until he could thrust again. This time going deeper, bottoming out. I cried out. We moaned in unison at the sensation of him stretching me, taking me so deeply.
“I’ll love you hard,” he whispered into my mouth. “And this time, I don’t care if the whole ranch hears it.”
He withdrew some, nearly all the way out. All I could do was dig my nails into his shoulders and hold on.
“Scream as loud as you want, honey. I want everyone to know what my cock does to you, what you sound like with me buried so deep, what my love sounds like coming from your lips.”
My pussy fluttered around him, my mouth panting against his, and I wanted him to dive back in. His arms were shaking, holding himself there, just penetrating me with his tip. It was driving me wild. The anticipation. I was soaked, and he was so thick and hard. I knew as soon as he buried himself, he would hit that spot. I squirmed beneath him.
“ Please ,” I whimpered.
His hands returned to my ass, protecting my tender skin, lifting my hips just enough that my clit could grind against him.
“Oh God,” I murmured.
His mouth was still against mine. We weren’t kissing, though, too consumed with the intense connection building between us. But we couldn’t take our lips away, allowing our panting and moaning to mingle.
“Don’t hold back, honey.”
My hips rocked reflexively, grinding into him. My nails nipped into his back, pulling him to me while he thrust. His own fingers dug into my ass. With every plunge, the root of his cock slid against my clit before hitting that sensitive spot deep inside.
“ Jude!? ” I screamed.
He did it again. The angle hitting every sensation, making this more intense than any position we’d ever done. The fact that my ankles were still wrapped up in my jeans made it nearly impossible for me to widen my legs to relieve some of the pressure. Instead, it tightened my entrance, adding friction where we were connected. My nerve endings were on fire.
“That’s it, honey. Come for me. Soak my cock.”
The roll of his hips became fitful, yet he still managed to brush my clit each time he thrust inside. I was so close. I dug into his lower back, pressing him to me. I wanted to feel every inch of him.
My breath was stuttering. He dropped a kiss on my top lip. I rocked against him, my pleasure building, climbing.
It hit with such intensity, sending my blood rushing to my center. I clutched him to me, trying to keep him there, but he wasn’t done. Not yet. He thrust one more time, and all I could do was release a loud moan. My pussy clenched around him, bursting with my orgasm. I could feel him stiffening, his muscles trembling, until he was throbbing inside. His cock pulsed, shooting continued waves of his cum against my walls.
I barely felt my mouth if not for the tingles in my lips. My breath came out stilted as I crashed through the ecstasy. Curling into him, we held each other while my heart settled.
As I came down from the high, I felt myself melting into the earth. The dirt and rocks scraped against my lower back and clung to my hair, but I didn’t care. Jude still pulsed inside me, and I pressed my knees to his hips, keeping him there. I wanted him to stay there forever, nestled deep inside me. Never leave.
Jude’s panting filled my ears, and I hadn’t realized I’d squeezed my eyes shut until I opened them to look at him. He was washed in rose gold from the setting sun, staring down at me with the most intense gaze—it felt possessive and cherished at the same time. It was how I imagined Grecian gods looked. All golden, chiseled, powerful. I was the mortal he was claiming, and I would gladly submit. Because he was mine, and I was so in love with this man.
Finally able to move, I reached a hand up to his face, feeling the prickle of his stubble. I traced the puffiness of his lips, the ridge of his nose, the arch of his brow. I ran my fingers through his soft, brown waves, and the whole time, he was watching me. Seeing me love him.
We pressed our foreheads together, closing our eyes, breathing each other in, wanting to never sever this connection.
“I love you. I love you so much, Jude.” The words felt so natural falling from my lips, as if my mouth was always meant to shape those words.
I felt Jude’s chest, still midbreath, until he released a sigh.
“God, do you know how long I’ve craved to hear those words from you? Damn, you’re incredible. I’m so fucking in love with you, Romy.”