Chapter 22
NORA
As Jude stands above me, unbuttoning his shirt with agonizing slowness, a grin planted on his beautiful face, I have the most horrible thought.
“Jude!” I prop myself up on my elbows. “What if this is a dream?”
It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud. And Jude laughs, too. But it’s not cruel. He kneels on the bed. Straddles me, still unbuttoning his shirt.
“I have a little trick for when I think I’m dreaming and need to be sure.” He’s finally got the shirt undone, and slides it over his shoulders, revealing the gorgeous expanse of his lean, hard chest, and stomach.
“Maybe you shouldn’t do it,” I say. “I don’t want this to end.”
Jude laughs again. “Fuck, Nora. You couldn’t get any better, you know that?” He pulls his shirt off one arm, then the other, his shoulders flexing as he does, and it’s all I can do not to melt back into the bed.
He falls forward suddenly, startling me. He lands on both arms next to me, so our faces are only a few inches apart. “Want to see the trick?”
I’m not sure if he’s still talking about the dream trick or some kind of sex trick, but either way, all I can do is nod.
He slides a hand up my throat, along my jaw and into my hair. But then he pauses. “Wait. Just in case you’re right.”
He retracts his hand and brings it to the top of my dress, slipping his fingers in the top.
I shiver at the feeling of his knuckles against my bare skin, then gasp as he pulls the top of the dress down along with the top of my strapless bra.
He exposes one breast, then with a slide of his hand to my other side, the other.
“Fuck, Nora. I knew these were beautiful.”
He dips his head down, pulling my nipple into the wet warmth of his mouth, sucking softly at first, then harder, flicking at its tip with his tongue.
I make a choking sound—it’s all I can manage as his hand cups the flesh of my breast to better his access.
Jude gets down on his elbows, grasping the other one too as I fall back, practically dissolving under the feeling of him lavishing attention on my breasts.
“Perfect,” Jude announces before switching to the other side, tugging at that nipple with a nip of his teeth, making me cry out.
I’ve never cared for anyone touching me here—besides the little zing of excitement at someone touching me in a place normally covered, but all I can remember are crude squeezes and kisses.
It was always so uncomfortable. But this?
This is straight-up erotic. His hands and tongue are making me writhe under him, arching my back so he can get better access.
“I didn’t know—” I breathe.
His teeth clamp down on my nipple again, tugging gently, and I cry out a second time. “Jude, I didn’t know this could feel that good.”
Jude’s head pops back up. “We’re just getting started, love.”
Okay, now I am going to melt.
“I wanted to make sure I at least got a test before we see if we’re dreaming. But maybe we should wait until we’re done.”
I laugh, despite myself. “I don’t think we are. God, I hope not.” I get back on my elbows, growing serious again. “Show me your trick.”
Now it’s Jude’s turn to laugh. But he brings his hand up behind my head again, threading his fingers through my hair. He grips it like he did my dress and pulls back, gently, but firmly, so my head tips backward, my chin up.
“This okay?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Then he gives a quick hard tug that’s got just a hint of pain in it. To my surprise, it feels like his mouth did on my breasts. Shockingly good. I gasp, my head hitting the palm of his hand on the bed. “Jude!”
“Sorry, it was the only way. Are you awake?”
“Yes,” I say, almost giddy. “And…” I hesitate.
Jude hovers over me, waiting for what I have to say.
My heart thunders. Brave. Be brave. “I liked that,” I say, almost whispering.
“Really?” Jude pulls his hand away and lifts himself back up again, his arms once more bracketing my head. “You like it a little rough, Nor? I never would have guessed.”
“Me neither,” I confess.
“I’m not a Dom or anything,” he says, almost apologetically.
I smile. “I don’t know if I’d like it if you were. I just like you…manhandling me a little.”
“Fuck,” Jude groans. “I didn’t think this could get any better,” he whispers. “But in that case…” He rises back up to his knees. “Let me see what I can do for the pretty lady.”
He brings his hands low, to my hips.
“Wait!” I whisper. Then I pull my glasses off, handing them to him. “I don’t want to have to wear the bedazzled ones for the rest of the trip.”
Jude laughs. “Shit, I wouldn’t mind that.” But he takes them from me and I hear a clink as he sets them on the side table.
“Ready, baby?”
My heart flutters. “Yes.” The feeling of finally doing this with Jude, after all these years of being completely convinced he’d never see me this way, is heart-pounding enough.
But there’s an added thrill of only being able to see vague shapes, of having to trust Jude so completely as I can’t anticipate what he’s doing.
But I do trust him. And when I feel his hands on my hips, I shiver. “What are you going to do, Jude?”
“I’m going to turn you over, sweetheart.”
My stomach flips and I nod. “Good. Yes.”
Then he does it. Flips me right over so I’m on my stomach, my loose hair flipped over across the bed.
“Then I’m going to pull this beautiful ass up,” he growls, hooking his fingers under my hips and lifting, so I’m on my knees. “And see what’s underneath.”
He grasps the dress in his fists and does exactly what he promised. He pulls it up, over my flesh, so I feel cool air dance against my pantyhose-covered lower half.
Jude sucks his teeth, and I feel his hands trailing over my cheeks. “Fucking perfection. Just like a peach.”
“Oh God,” I let out in a shaky breath, as his fingers dance over my most delicate parts.
“Fuck,” Jude rasps. “You’re wet, Nora. I can feel how wet you are.”
I’ve soaked my panties. I read about that in books, but I didn’t know I could do that. I’d never felt this aroused before. Not once.
Jude’s fingers trail up and down my covered pussy and I lean into him, groaning.
“Are these stockings precious to you, Nora?”
I consider, tipping my face toward him even though I can only see an outline. “I mean, I only brought a few pairs…” My breath hitches as his other hand joins the first, plucking gently at the seat of my pantyhose. “I do like to have extra—”
I’m interrupted by the rip of fabric, the air hitting the bare flesh of my inner thighs now.
“Sorry,” he grunts. “I’ll buy you more.”
Then without any more pretense, one of his hands rests on my back as he slides the gusset of my panties aside with the other. Jude’s fingers slip into my wetness, making me gasp.
“Fuck, Nora. You’re soaked for me.”
I’m already seeing stars. Could I possibly…could he make me…
I don’t want to get ahead of myself. But I also want him to do more, so I widen my stance on the bed, opening myself for him.
“You want more, baby, don’t you?” Jude asks.
I nod. “Yes,” I whimper. “Touch me more. Put your fingers…” I can’t finish, suddenly shy.
“Inside this pretty pussy?” he finishes for me. “Fucking gladly.”
Then he’s dipping a finger into me, and it feels so incredible, I push back onto him. “More,” I whisper.
Jude adds another finger, and I can’t help myself, I pull up and slide down on that, too. “I have a…toy at home,” I whisper. It’s shaped like…you know. And it fills me completely—”
Jude growls, adding a third finger now. “Fuck, Nora. You’re telling me you fuck a dildo at home?”
I nod. I can’t believe I’m telling him this. I’ve never told anyone this. “And a vibrator too, a little thing I put on my clit and—”
Jude presses down on my back suddenly, so my chest hits the bed, my body more exposed to him. “Keep going,” he growls, before pulling out his fingers and replacing them with his tongue.
I cry out at the sensation of his face being there, too excited to be embarrassed. “Oh God, Jude!”
He pulls his mouth away. “I said keep going, Nora. Please.”
Right. “I—” I gasp as his tongue slides up my length, landing on my clit.
I shudder at the feeling of his tongue there, the swirl of sensation where he’s circling me.
“Oh my God—” I manage. “I…I have a little toy that touches me there, and vibrates and that’s how I come, Jude.
I need both those things and I fuck the dildo while I let the vibrator press against my clit and—”
Jude’s tongue intensifies. I’m panting now, the feeling of his face there so good I can’t breathe. But I think of my setup at home, how elaborate it is, and how the only other way I can come is with a showerhead.
I’m so into this I can’t speak; the words are gone; I just moan. Jude pulls away. “Nora? You okay?”
“Yes,” I pant, my head spinning from his touch and now its absence.
Jude hooks his fingers over the waistband of my pantyhose and underwear and gently tugs them down. “Still okay?”
“Yes,” I moan.
Once they’re down around my thighs, Jude pulls his hands away. Then one comes back, firmly, on my ass. The smack makes me gasp. It’s not hard enough to hurt, not really. “Jude,” I say, my heart pounding.
“Still okay?”
I never understood the appeal of this. Now, I do. Very much. “Do it again.”
“As you wish.” His hand comes down again, harder this time, making my ass sting.
“Again!”
He complies, and this time I shriek, it feels so good. “Can you…I want you to…” I chew my lip, nerves spiking. “I want you to do it while you’re inside of me.”
Jude groans. “Fuck, Nora. You have no idea how hard it is for me not to fucking come right now, and my dick is still in my pants.”
“Then get it out.”
“Nora,” he warns. He grips my ass where he smacked it before, and the heat there is almost too much.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you come, Nora. Over and over again, if I can help it.”
I tense. Those words should thrill me, but instead, I find myself suddenly self-conscious. I have to tell him. “Jude, I can’t—”
His hands are caressing my ass now, but he pauses. “You want me to stop?”