23. Jude
23
JUDE
I’d kissed her before but this was different. I wanted her more than ever, but there was more to it than that.
I wanted to know her.
To know all the things she’d kept secret, all the things she was afraid to say out loud. I wanted to know what she looked like naked by the fire so I could draw her later.
I wanted to draw her forever.
To draw something, you had to really see it, to really understand the way its form played with light and shadow. I thought it might take me a lifetime to understand Lilah, and I was more than happy to start now, savoring the slide of her tongue against mine, the little gasp she made when I angled my head to take our kiss deeper.
She ran her hands over my shoulders and mapped a trail over my chest as I reached for the hem of her hoodie. I pulled away from our kiss to lift it over her head.
“This okay?” I asked, kissing her neck and reaching for the hem of the tank top she was wearing underneath.
“Yes.” She tipped her head to the side, giving me better access to the soft skin of her throat.
I pulled the tank top carefully over her head and tossed it aside. “Your neck okay?”
I was talking about the brand that had been seared onto her skin, something we’d all avoided discussing because it hadn’t seemed like Lilah wanted to talk about it.
She needed time. We would give it to her.
She nodded and I ran my hands over her shoulders and arms, trying to memorize the silky feel of her skin under my palms, the perfect beauty of her naked tits in the light of the fire.
She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. I wanted to kiss every inch of her skin, but that would mean tearing my eyes away from her, and I wasn’t ready to do that just yet.
She flushed and crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re staring.”
“You better fucking believe I’m staring, boss.”
“It… it makes me feel self-conscious.”
“That’s just because you don’t know how fucking beautiful you are.” I moved toward her, slid a hand into her hair, and eased her onto her back on the sofa. “But that’s okay. I’m going to teach you.”
I reached for the waistband of her boxer shorts. “All good?”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you ,” I said with a laugh, easing her shorts off along with her underwear.
She grabbed my wrist. “No really, Jude. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For asking,” she said. “For… letting me know I’m in control.”
“You can say no. To anything. Always and forever.”
She met my gaze. “I’m not going to say no.”
“I don’t mind saying, I’m really fucking glad to hear it.” I stood to kick off my sweats, watched her eyes travel the length of my body, her gaze lingering on my cock.
We’d been naked together before, but this was the first time we were alone.
The first time it belonged only to us. The first time she belonged only to me.
I took a minute to look at her, to drink in her skin glowing in the light of the fire, her hair looking like spun gold on the throw pillow at the end of the couch.
Her lips were parted, nipples pale pink and hard, like little buds on the sensual fullness of her tits. Her waist tapered over plush hips that begged for my hands and the hair covering her pussy was so fair it was barely visible in the faint light of the room.
One of her legs was bent, offering me a glimpse of the nirvana between her thighs, and her thighs and calves were shapely and strong.
“You’re still staring,” she said.
“I can’t decide whether I want to look at you or fuck you more.”
“I’m not going to lie. I’m kind of hoping it’s number two.”
“What the lady wants, the lady gets.” I stretched out over her on the sofa and smoothed the hair back from her forehead and looked down at her. “You’ll have to get used to me staring. I can’t help myself.”
“I’d rather you kiss me,” she said.
I wasn’t about to resist that request. I captured her mouth in mine and felt her legs open as our tongues sparred. The heat of her body was like a warm sun on my skin and I stroked her hair as I explored her mouth, then trailed kisses along her jawbone, down her throat, over the rise of her collarbone.
She kept her nails short, but my dick still got harder when she dug her fingers into my back, arching as I took one of her nipples in my mouth.
I sucked, tonguing the peak as I palmed her other tit, taking cues from her body: the way she gasped when I sucked harder, the way she threaded her fingers in my hair and pulled when I pulled back to flick my tongue against the wet little bud.
Her thighs were warm on my cock, an invitation I didn’t want to decline. It took restraint not to push inside her, but I finally had her alone and I wasn’t about to hurry things along.
I knelt between her thighs and pushed them open wider so I could really look at her pussy. I’d been dreaming about it since I’d eaten her out in the sauna with Nolan, and I stroked my thumb through her damp folds, then stuck it in my mouth.
She watched as I sucked her juices off my thumb, and the sweet saltiness of her desire combined with her heated gaze sent more heat to my dick.
“You taste like heaven.” I lowered my face between her thighs. “And I’m ready to feast.”
I ran my tongue through the petals of her pussy, slipping it inside her slit, tasting more of her on my tongue. Then I sucked her hard swollen clit into my mouth and slipped my fingers inside her.
Her gasp was followed by a moan. Her hips came up off the sofa as I lapped and licked. I was hungry not just for the taste of her, but for her pleasure. I wanted to feel her come undone under my tongue, wanted her to fall apart under my mouth.
I drove my fingers deeper inside her while I worked her clit and she threaded her fingers into my hair, holding my head in place, making it clear I was exactly where she wanted me.
Which was A-fucking-OK with me. I could have licked her pussy forever if my dick hadn’t been about to explode.
I could tell she was about to come when her breath came in little gasps, the rhythm of her hips matching the rhythm of my tongue.
“Oh god…” she moaned. “Jude…”
My name in her mouth on the wave of her orgasm was music to my ears, and I worked her clit faster, slipping my fingers deeper and more urgently inside her until she stiffened in the moment before shudders wracked her body.
She cried out into the room as she came, her pleasure mingling with the crackling of the fire, the crickets chirping through the open door.
I buried my face in her sweetness, licking her up, wanting every drop. I didn’t stop until she lay limp and breathless, her thighs loose and open.
I rose onto my knees and swore.
Her eyes flickered open. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ll be right back,” I said, getting up from the sofa. “I need to get a condom.”
“Hurry,” she said as I started down the first-floor hall to the bathroom.
“You can bet on it, boss.”