Chapter 25 Jude
TWENTY-FIVE
JUDE
As the credits roll, I feel her resting on my chest, asleep since halfway through the movie.
I stay still, not wanting to disturb her.
At this moment, with endless possibilities ahead, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here.
I love just holding her close and breathing in her vanilla aroma that sticks to me.
She’s the one for me, and I’m hoping I can show her we’re meant to be together.
As I stroke her hair and kiss her temple, just enough to get her to move, I say, “I’m going to let you sleep for a while. Then I’ll come back and check on you.”
“Where are you going?” she asks, eyes still closed and resting in bed like an angel.
“Wedding prep duties. Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I’m taking your extra key card, so I won't bother you when I come back.”
“Alright, that sounds good,” she replies with a yawn. I take a moment to look at her before leaving the room.
As I step out, I remind myself that I’ll return to her. Today, those words feel different, carrying more weight than ever before. I’m not letting her slip away again. I’ll follow her anywhere in this world.
I wander through the resort to my suite, feeling dazed. As I enter the courtyard, I can tell my friends notice I’m still wearing yesterday’s clothes, and I see their raised eyebrows. I offer them my best wave and smile.
Klara is the first to come up to me and slaps my shoulder. “Spill, where have you been?”
She’ll insist on all the details. Max will, too. I glance around to see where he is. Max shakes his head and stalks over to me as he throws his arm around Klara. “Don’t harass my guy.” He plants a kiss on the top of Klara’s head and starts laughing.
I decide to catch them up on my escapades—right up to the cuddling with her in bed and watching a movie.
“Dude, this is a big deal. What are you going to do?” Max asks.
“There’s more to share with her about things that happened, and I’m going to do that today. It’s all happening so fast, but there’s no way to slow this train down. I’m full speed ahead,” I say with conviction.
“You’ve been waiting a lifetime for her. This is your chance,” Klara says. She steps away from Max and gives me a reassuring hug.
“I’m not letting this pass me by. I plan to show her a couple of my letters and talk to her.”
“Wedding stuff is the least of your concerns. There are only two things that need to get done, and Charlie already told us she was taking care of them, so you’re off the hook.” Klara holds her hand over her heart.
“Oh, that’s great news! I’m going to make a call to my mom and ask her to email me a couple letters. Wish me luck.” I’ve already turned on my heels to head to my suite.
“You don't need it. But we want the recap later,” Klara calls out, but I barely hear her. I’m already thinking about my next move as I jog toward the suite.
The moment I reach the suite, I open the door and make the call.
“Mom, I need a favor.”
“This sounds serious, is everything ok?” she asks.
I relay everything about Faith; she’s excited that we reconnected. “What can I do?” she asks, her voice full of hope.
“Do you remember that box of letters in the closet? I need you to grab a couple of them, please. The very first letter and the one written on Maya’s birthday—July 19th,” I say, as if she doesn’t know her own granddaughter’s birthday. My adrenaline is pumping through my veins so quickly.
I hear her walk along the hardwood floors at her house. Then, she’s rummaging around. “I found the first one. Now, let me see. Ah! Found the second one.”
I smile so wide my face hurts. She has them; two of many letters I wrote to Faith.
The first one was raw, and I wrote it when life was not going my way.
I was in such a terrible mental state. The only person I thought about was her.
It was Faith who got me to the other side of physical therapy, and she doesn’t even know it.
The other letter shares so much of me on a different level.
I want her to read them—maybe she’ll understand me a little better.
“Mom, can you scan and email them to me? Also…I’m moving home—for real this time,” I say, and she squeals with excitement. I expected her to be happy, but that reaction was intense. “Please don’t tell Eve. I want to share the news with her myself. I’ll call her soon.”
“You’re coming home! Jude, it’s about time. No matter what happens, you’ve done everything possible to show how much you care and love her. When you’re finally home, it will be nice to spend time with you and the family.”
She’s right. It’s comforting to hear her say that. It motivates me to continue with giving Faith the letters and opening my heart for her to see. I’ll head to the resort office to print out the letters shortly.
“Thank you, Mom. I love you, too,” I say, ending the conversation.
With no wedding responsibilities today, I casually head to the bathroom and step into the shower.
I feel like I’m walking on air. After washing up, I consider jerking off, but I just want to get back to Faith.
I turn off the shower, step out, and throw on clothes after drying off.
I might be overly optimistic, but I pack a bag just in case I get to spend another night with her.
I leave it in my room for easy access later.
The sun is shining on the patio, so I make my way to the door and open it, soaking it all in. The sandy beach and the ocean with the sun dancing on the surface—it amazes me every time I visit. It’s the perfect spot for weddings, and maybe one day…
Pull it back and focus on today.
A couple of hours have passed since I left Faith, so I make my way to the office to print the emails.
As I walk by the resort’s boutique, a bracelet on display through the window grabs my attention.
It’s a charm bracelet. The piece is called the Irish love bracelet.
Although it might be extravagant, I’m buying it anyway.
I’ll figure out the right moment to give it to her.
The clerk places the bracelet in a box and wraps it up.
Since I don’t want to take it to her room, I stop by and tuck it safely into my overnight bag.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely remember walking to her door.
I swipe the key card and gently push the door open.
She’s still asleep, so I quietly make my way over and lean down to kiss her.
The moment my lips touch her skin, she stretches out and says, “How long have you been gone?”
“Just a couple of hours. Did you sleep the whole time?”
Last night was a tough night for her.
“I sure did. Could you please get me some more water?” My cock twitches as she licks her lips. Maybe I should have taken care of things in the shower. Oh well! I will my cock to stand down.
I add an electrolyte packet to her water bottle for good measure. Then, I hand it to her.
“Here you go.”
Our hands meet, and the heat that radiates between us is like an inferno. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” I say as we gaze into each other’s eyes. There’s no denying the connection we have.
The letters in my pocket are making me anxious, and I’m debating whether it’s the right moment to hand her the first one.
She sits up in bed and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. Her complexion is back to normal, and it appears she wasn’t sweating while napping.
In no time, the water I’ve handed her is gone. As she yawns, her arms stretch over her head. Rising to her feet, she heads to the bathroom and closes the door. A few minutes later, she struts back into the room.
I’m still standing near the bed, and I can’t keep my eyes off of her. Her waist leads to wide hips that I want to grab. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. She reaches up, puts two hands on my face, and looks deep into my soul—like she can see into me.
My every want.
My every desire.
She pulls my face close to hers and says, “I dreamt about you.” Her hard nipples press against my chest, and it sends blood straight to my cock. I push my hips forward into her body, knowing it’s against her, and she smirks at me.
My fingers caress her arms.
“You did, did you?”
“Yeah, and by the way your lidded eyes are looking at me, I have a feeling my dream might come true,” she says. Her eyelashes flutter, and she skates her lips over mine. My eyes shut, and her lips continue to tease mine.
I slide my hands to the back of her head and stare at her lustful eyes as she lifts her body enough to whisper, “Whatever it is you’re thinking, I want it, too.”
Not able to control myself anymore, I forcefully back her up against the door.
She captures my mouth, possessing it as she slides her tongue in.
Our mouths move with each other while my fingers trail up her body.
She doesn’t have a bra on, and the material is thin as fuck.
I use my thumb and index finger to roll her pebbled nibble.
Her hips arch into me as she moans into my mouth.
With urgency, I slide her dress up enough to run my fingers up her thighs, and they follow the heat that emanates from her. She doesn't have any underwear on.
Fuck me.
The scent of her arousal and vanilla is fucking intoxicating. As I get closer, I slide two fingers through her slit and circle her clit. She opens her legs wider for me and lets her head fall back against the door. “Jude, please.”
She wants this as much as I do, and it sends blood rushing south. With my cock throbbing and trying to bust through the zipper, I kiss her jaw and whisper, “You’re soaking wet for me already.” Her hands wrap around my neck, tugging me closer.
The electricity between our bodies is firing through every part of my body. Then, she sucks my bottom lip, and I lose it. I’m focused on pleasing her as I slide two fingers into her.
“Jude, oh,” she moans, and it urges me to rub my hard cock on her leg. The loud moan that escapes her mouth is hot, and I want to keep touching her just to hear it.
Growling at her, I question, “Do you like it when I finger fuck you?”
“Yes,” she says, rubbing my erection. I’d do anything to have her hand all over my thick cock. I’m going to bust a nut right here if she keeps it up.
My heart is racing, and my breathing increases as I curl up and pump my fingers in and out of her.
Fucking her pussy and watching her come alive with quick gasps as she whimpers my name.
I gaze into her eyes with pupils dilated, those sky-blue eyes are dark as sin and looking at me with desire and need.
“Right there!” She rides my fingers fast and hard, then her slick pussy pulses. I know she is close. With her reaching down my shorts and grabbing my heavy cock, my hips push forward, helping her get a better grip. The touch of her soft, warm hand wrapped around my shaft has me a bit unsteady.
I’m definitely going to blow if she pumps me too fast. I graze my mouth over her ear and say, “Nice and slow, sweetheart, so you can finish first.”
“Or we finish together.” She moans into my ear as she slowly strokes my dick up and down. Then she takes her thumb and spreads my precum over the head.
My arm muscles are burning as I focus on her while continuing to finger her as she continues to jerk me off.
It’s like we are in sync with every stroke.
I feel her pussy quivering around my fingers.
The moaning and panting echo throughout the room.
I feel her pussy fluttering. Her fingernails dig into my bicep, and I know she’s close and my cock is about to spill all over her hand.
“I’m coming,” she whimpers and clenches my fingers as I keep the pace as she rides out her orgasm. Her eyes roll back in her head, but her hand gets tighter around my shaft, never easing up.
I feel the tightening in my stomach and then my balls. “Fuck!” I blow, my hips pulsing erratically as the wave of my orgasm comes over me. She continues to stroke me until my hips stop moving.
Her hooded eyes find mine. I remove my fingers as they glisten.
I bring them to my mouth, licking them clean.
As she stares at me and opens her mouth, hungry for her arousal, too.
I take my fingers out of my mouth and slide them into her mouth.
She sucks and swirls her tongue. “Do you love tasting yourself?”
She nods her head, closes her eyes, and sucks one last time before I take my fingers back. Her dress slides back into place when I push off the door. Her peaked nipples show through the thin fabric.
Flushed cheeks and ragged breathing—it’s all for me. This is a moment I’ll never forget.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I say, kissing her lightly on her swollen lips. We head to the bathroom, and I clean myself up while she washes her hands that are covered in my cum. It’s hot as fuck to see it.
I wet a face cloth under warm water, and then I wring it out.
“Come here, sweetheart.” I pull her close and kiss her again.
With a tug on her dress, she holds it out of the way.
I run the warm cloth over her sensitive pussy, making sure she’s clean.
Her dress falls back down. I’m wondering how I lived without the beauty that stands in front of me.
“Want to sit on the balcony? You can sit on my lap if you want,” I say with a wink.
We walk out to the balcony, where I settle into a comfortable chair. After I sit, she eases herself onto my lap with a little grinding action to make it known what she really wants to do to me. Saving her energy is my top priority.
I wrap my arm around the front of her, and she rests her hands on mine and leans back.
To have this woman in my arms again…it’s fate.
We stare out and appreciate the view—a white sandy beach lined with palm trees.
The water shimmers under the sunlight, and there’s boats gliding along the water.
There’s the faint sound of waves and a gentle breeze—this is paradise.
“I really need this fresh ocean air.” She shuts her eyes and absorbs it all—the sun and the breeze. “I’m grateful to be feeling better. I don’t want to miss anything else on this vacation.”
I dip my head and gently kiss her cheek. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, too.”
Moving slightly to the side, I dig the letter out of my pocket; it was written eleven years ago. With a deep breath, I put it into her hands.
Here goes nothing.