Chapter 41 Jude #2
I can’t help but smirk, loving the sass in her tone.
My answer is to splay my hand out over her stomach, using it to keep her pressed to me as I let my other hand wander over her hips.
“I’m clean,” I say, leaning in before pressing a kiss to her neck.
Her long hair falls in careless, wet waves down her back.
It being pushed from her shoulders gives me free rein to kiss along the tender skin of her back.
My fingertips brush over her inner thigh.
“You, on the other hand, are still a very dirty girl. Let me help you with that.”
I press the back of my hand against her inner thigh, forcing her legs a little wider so I have better access to her. I run my fingertips over her clit, loving the way she arches against me at the small touch.
The movement makes her grind against my cock, and even though it’s such a fucking tease, I love it. Feeling her pressed against me like this encourages me to keep going. I massage over her pussy again, my fingers circling her clit as I use the pretense of cleaning her to tease her.
“Still getting you clean,” I rasp, circling again.
She moans, and it’s the first time I realize just how hard it’s going to be to make it out of this shower without fucking her.
I thought I had more self-control, but it turns out that with her, it’s almost all but gone.
It’ll take every ounce of willpower to get out of this shower without burying my cock inside her.
“Jude, it feels too good,” she manages to get out, her words broken because of the way I continue to play with her pussy. Hot water cascades over us, bubbles from the soap dripping down our skin as I continue to hold her close to me.
“No such thing,” I tell her, wondering if I should give her one more orgasm before we get out of the shower.
The next time I come, I want to be buried inside her pussy as she greedily clenches my cock, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give her one more orgasm before feeding her.
She’s so reactive to every single thing I do that there’s not a doubt in my mind that even if I get her to come again in this shower, I’ll be able to have her coming multiple times after we eat as well.
I smile, even though she can’t see it. I press my mouth against her throat, loving how I can feel her racing pulse against my lips.
I trail kisses along her neck as my fingers circle her clit.
I let the water wash over them, watching the soap run off them until they’re free of bubbles before I move them down.
She gasps at the same moment my fingers slide inside her.
“I thought you said we were done until I ate,” she pants, her body relaxing against mine as I work my fingers in and out of her.
“I changed my mind.”
She attempts to reach around her back to touch me, but it doesn’t work. “That isn’t fair. If you get to touch me, I get to touch you.”
I bite her neck, quickly letting my tongue run over the spot my teeth just were. “It isn’t fair how much you’ve teased me recently just by existing. I promise you’ll get to touch me later. But right now, I need you to be a good girl and come on my fingers. Let me give you another.”
She moans. “I don’t want to come again unless you’re inside me.”
I slowly coax a third finger inside her, giving her time to adjust around them. “I am inside you.” I move them in and out, loving how tight she clenches around me. I can’t fucking wait until I feel this same thing around my cock.
“Not what I meant.”
“I’m going to try my best to take it slow with you, but you have to understand just how badly I want you. You drive me fucking crazy, and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to be gentle. Stretching you like this is me getting you ready to take my cock later.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle.”
“Good. Now, I need to feel you come again.”
She doesn’t answer me. All she does is moan, her body relaxing even more. I hold her up by keeping my other hand pinned against her abdomen, relishing in the fact that she’s not stopping this.
Now that I’ve made her come once, I think I might be addicted.
I had the purest intentions to not start anything when I first recommended the shower, but things changed.
I can’t let either of us leave until she’s come around my fingers again, her body relaxed and her pussy prepped to take my cock instead of my fingers next time.
I press the heel of my hand against her clit as I work my fingers in and out of her, desperate to feel her come again. I trail kisses along her neck, biting and sucking a trail along the skin as I continue to bring her close to another orgasm.
The closer she gets, the more her body relaxes, and I end up supporting her weight. I don’t mind. In fact, I love it.
Her moans get louder and freer, telling me she’s got to be close. She arches her back, her breathing turning ragged and quick as I move in and out of her faster and faster, making sure the heel of my hand stays pressed against her clit the entire time.
“Jude,” she pants.
I kiss her neck, wanting her to feel me everywhere when she comes. “I know,” I say against her skin. “Come for me, baby.”
It’s like my permission was the final thing she needed. She lets out a strangled cry as her pussy tightens around my fingers. Her moans are depraved and sexy as hell as the orgasm takes over her body.
“Jude, Jude, Jude.” She moans my name over and over so many times I lose count. It drives me to continue to kiss her neck, probably leaving a trail of hickeys, as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
Feeling her come against my tongue with my fingers inside her was sexy as hell, but there’s something about only using my fingers and still making her come so hard that drives me fucking wild.
I make sure not to stop until she feels every last second of the release, the entire time wondering how the hell I can convince her that whatever we started can never end.
She’s my best friend, but it’s so much more than that.
I’ll never have enough of her, and it was crazy for me to think I ever could.
Now, I’ll do whatever it takes to convince her of the same thing.