Chapter 44 Charlotte
FORTY-FOUR
CHARLOTTE
“Please fuck me already,” I beg, my back arching as Jude slides two fingers inside me.
I wanted to have my fun and give him a blow job to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel, but if he won’t let me make him come with my mouth, I’m more than ready to feel him inside me.
“Fuck, I love how eager you are for my cock,” Jude growls, his teeth scraping against my throat.
He keeps making all of these promises of fucking me and still hasn’t yet. Of course I’m eager for it. The orgasms he’s given me with his fingers and tongue have already made me see stars. I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like when he’s fully inside me, coming at the same time I am.
My skin prickles at the thought.
As if he can read my mind, Jude pauses the trail of kisses and bites along my neck to look me in the eyes. “I don’t have a condom.”
I groan because even though I’m on the pill, I know after Ava being a surprise, he’s going to want to use one. “Maybe in your room? Your wallet?”
An unreadable look washes over Jude’s face for a moment.
I so badly want to know what it means, but I’m too distracted by the way his fingers still move in and out of me to ask about it.
He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I’ve never brought a woman here for that, and to be honest, I don’t know the last time I needed one. ”
I blink as I try to process what he’s saying. It doesn’t make sense, but I’m too lost in my desperation for him to put any more thought into it.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whine. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jude lets out a groan of his own. His forehead falls to mine as he continues to let his fingers slowly move in and out of me. “Are you on the pill?”
I nod excitedly. “Yes. And my recent checkup was clear.”
“Mine too. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’ve always used a condom, but there’s nothing I’d love more than to fuck you without anything between us. Char, I want to feel all of you.”
I knew I was already falling fast and hard for him, but there’s something about the desperation and vulnerability in his voice that splits me wide open.
He must take my silence as hesitation because he pulls his head away to meet my eyes. “We don’t have to. I can stop now or try to get condoms delivered or—”
I can’t help but laugh at the thought of someone delivering condoms. I shake my head. “I don’t want anything between us either.”
He lets out a breath of relief. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this so many times, I can’t believe it’s going to happen.”
My eyes close at his words. Jude’s always been upfront about his attraction to me, but flirting is a personality trait for him.
I don’t know how deep his attraction goes, but it means everything to know that he’s imagined us just like this.
That maybe even in his sleep, he’s wanted me the way I find myself wanting him.
I arch my hips, a silent plea for him to replace his fingers with his dick. They feel incredible inside me, but I still need more. “I need you,” I pant, goosebumps popping up on my skin when he pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“Not as much as I need you, sweetheart,” he responds before gently biting my peaked nipple.
“Jude.” I moan, my entire body once again feeling like I could combust at any moment when he pulls his fingers from inside me and circles my clit with the tip of his dick.
His eyes rake over my face as he pushes hair from my forehead and smooths it out. “Yes, baby?”
I tremble under his touch. He’s teasing me, pressing just the tip of his length against me without pushing in. “Please,” I manage to get out. My entire body feels like it’s on fire. Sweat sticks to my skin as I wait for him to give me what I want.
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
He lets out a deep, throaty chuckle that makes my toes curl. “I’ve got to give my girl what she wants.”
He lines himself up perfectly and pushes in.
The moment the tip of him is inside, he lets out a whimper that sends tingles down my spine.
It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. It’s vulnerable and erotic, and I want to hear him do it again, knowing he made that sound because of the way it felt for him to be inside me.
I run my hands down his back, needing to feel him everywhere I can as he continues to slowly seat himself.
His head falls to the crook of my neck as his broad shoulders heave up and down from his heavy breathing. “You feel so fucking good, Char.”
I arch my hips at his words, the movement allowing him a little deeper. I don’t know how much of him is even inside me, but it feels like too much and perfect at the same time.
“I don’t know if I can take any more,” I confess. I don’t want him to stop, but the way he stretches me is already painful.
He presses a soft kiss to my collarbone. His body sticks to mine from the sweat beginning to coat both of us. “Yes, you can,” he encourages. His voice is soft, but firm. As if to prove a point, he slides even further into me, something I didn’t realize was possible.
I gasp at how good it feels despite the ache that follows from being so full of him.
“You’re too big.” I moan, my head falling to the side as his tongue trails under my earlobe.
His lips tickle my ear as he lets out a deep growl. “You can take it, sweetheart.”
I shake my head. I don’t know if I can. It feels like he’s in as far as physically possible. My nails rake against his spine as he gives me time to adjust to the fullness of him.
I can’t see the familiar shade of brown in his eyes because of the darkness of the room paired with the fact that they’re dilated, but he brings his gaze to mine so I can’t see anything but him.
“I was made for you, just like you were made for me. You’re going to take every fucking inch of me because we’re perfect for each other. ”
His body shakes as if he’s desperate for more but holding back. I don’t want that. I want all of him, to feel him so deep that I’ll never be able to forget what it was like to feel him move inside me.
“Keep going,” I demand, both needing more from him and not knowing how much more I can actually take.
He smirks, and there’s something about seeing that upturn of his lips while he’s pushing himself inside me that makes my thighs tremble with desire.
He pushes in another inch, and I let out a moan at the feeling.
I’m slowly adjusting to the thickness of him, immense pleasure replacing the pain at the sheer size of him.
Jude’s hands find both sides of my face. He grips me possessively, his gaze flicking to where our bodies are joined.
“Look at us,” he demands. I don’t follow his directions at first. I can’t.
I’m too lost in staring at the way his hair sticks to his forehead and his glasses sit crooked on his face.
He’s never looked hotter, and the sight of him like this steals my breath for a moment as it hits me that this is really happening.
“Char.” His voice somehow gets even raspier—and sexier. I like this controlling side of him. I meet his gaze.
“Yes?”
He looks down again, pulling himself all the way out of me before slowly pushing himself back inside. “Look at how perfectly you take me. You’re doing so fucking good, sweetheart.”
I do as he says, but the moment is too much.
The nickname. The huskiness to his voice.
The possessive way he holds on to my face, his fingertips digging into my skin as he holds my head in place.
Seeing him inside me. Feeling him inside me.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and I’m overwhelmed with the pleasure overtaking my senses.
“Does it feel good?” I ask, my words coming out rushed. I hope it feels as good for him as it does for me. He’s barely started moving, but this is already the best sex of my life because it’s with him.
“Good isn’t even the right way to explain it,” he begins, his voice tight as he rocks slowly in and out of me. “The only way to describe it is perfect. You’re perfect, Char.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, something I’m thankful for because I don’t even know what to say back. He’s claiming my body as his, but my heart as well. I don’t know how he can say things like he is and not expect me to fall for him.
“I’m trying to be slow, baby. I know you need time to adjust, but…”
I shake my head. “I don’t want slow. I need more. Faster. Give me more.”
His thumb tenderly brushes over my cheekbone. “You sure? You said it’s too much, and I’m barely halfway. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Give me more,” I beg, regretting ever telling him I didn’t think I could take it all. I want to, no matter if it hurts or not. Now that he’s given me time to adjust, I’m desperate for more. I welcome the ache of him stretching me. Now I want faster and harder. I want to feel it all.
He laughs before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. It’s tender and intimate and makes my heart leap inside my chest. “Tell me if it becomes too much. I’ll stop. Just remember how fucking gone I am for you and that you own me, even if I’m fucking you fast and hard like you’re my greedy little slut.”
I moan at his words. “Yes. Please.”
“Since you said please.” He takes my breath away when he slams his hips into me, fully pushing himself inside the rest of the way.