Chapter 30 Faith
THIRTY
FAITH
His lips brush against mine, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine.
Every touch of his fingertips seems to ignite my skin, and my clit pulses, begging for pressure.
I hold his face. With my eyes searching his, I say, “You were unexpected this week. I never imagined I’d see you again, and yet here you are in my arms. I wonder if this is real life that fate brought us together. ”
As I continue to gaze into his eyes, it confirms this is where I want to be. I feel it in my heart; it beats faster and fills with the energy that’s radiating off of him. This is the energy that keeps me in his orbit, and I wouldn’t be able to move if I wanted to.
“Although we may have changed, our bodies react as if we’ve never been apart. But this”—he gestures between us—“is so much deeper than a physical attraction. My heart feels connected to yours in a way that makes it flutter every time you’re near me.”
He curls his arms around my waist and, with open hands on my lower back, tugs me tight against him.
With no room between us, I feel my nipples against his chiseled chest and there’s no mistaking his rock-hard cock pressed against my stomach.
Heat rushes to my core, and goosebumps appear all over my body.
“You don’t know how hard it’s been to keep my hands off of you like this,” Jude says, hunger in his gaze.
He dips down and crashes his lips against mine.
My leg flies onto his hip, and in a flash, he has my ass in his palms. He lifts me off the ground, and my other leg wraps around his waist. He carries me down the short hall into the expansive bedroom.
The king-sized bed is up against the wall, and there’s pillows galore on the crisp white linens.
Dim lighting casts shadows on us, but I can see his features and his dilated pupils ready to take me right here.
I inhale deeply; his scent is all around this room, and I moan in his ear.
With my face in his grasp, he stares at me. “I can’t get enough of you.” He lowers me to the bed and, reluctantly, I unwrap my legs from him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I can’t help but notice his hard cock that’s begging to be released from those shorts. I palm his erection as he lets out a guttural moan. “Can I help you with that?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
He grabs his shirt, pulls it over his head, and whips it on the floor.
His hands grab the hem of my dress and tear it off like he has no resistance left.
His eyes wander over my body as he tosses it to the floor.
I’m not wearing a bra or panties. He growls, “I’m going to fuck you.
” He leans down and sucks on my skin as his hands roam my body.
I can’t help but touch him and slide my hands over his biceps and chest. I want him inside of me. I run my nails over his nipples. “Fuck,” he rasps.
Upon ripping off his shorts, his thick cock springs free. My mouth waters with the need to lick and deep throat it like it’s my job. Instead, he crawls over me. His intensity guides me to my back as I wait for his next move. “I want you to fuck me, Jude.”
“You are gorgeous, lying naked on my bed. Spread out for me. Sexy as hell. And don’t worry, I will fuck you until you’re begging me for more.
” The glint in his eyes tells me he’ll come through on that promise, and my legs squeeze together, the throbbing and wetness between them sending a jolt through my core.
He leans to the side and rests his body next to mine.
His fingers drag up my thigh, and I open wide for him.
Cupping my pussy, he applies pressure with the heel of his hand to my clit, eliciting a moan.
There’s no holding back now. This is happening, and I couldn’t imagine it any other way.
One finger slides in—and then another. “You’re always so wet for me,” he murmurs, continuing to move his thick fingers at a punishing pace.
The familiar feeling washes over me as I arch my back and grind my hips on his hand, chasing the feeling of complete ecstasy. “Always for you,” I say as my eyes close.
He leans over and drags his tongue up my neck to my ear.
Kissing me. “Watching you, my cock is harder than steel, and I can’t wait to drive it into your wet, tight pussy.
” And then he claims my lips, our teeth gnashing and tongues slinging.
As his fingers hit that spot inside of me, I moan against his mouth.
I break away from his mouth as my pussy clenches as my climax washes over me.
“You’re amazing,” he says, making sure to keep pumping his fingers in and out as I come down from my orgasm.
That’s all the encouragement he needs. In one quick motion, he flips me over to my stomach and tightly grabs my hips to lift me to my hands and knees.
He takes his tip and smacks it against my clit a few times, and I squirm.
All I can smell is sex, and it makes me close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” He drags the tip through my dripping slit, spreading my arousal back and forth.” He leans on my back and brings his hands around to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.
“No, I’m on the pill and a clean bill of health as of last month,” I manage to get out as he rubs my clit.
“I’m clean, too,” he confirms. Then he lets go, and my breasts ache for his touch until he slides the tip to my entrance. Tilting my hips for him to grab them, and in one motion, he fills me to the hilt.
Pulling my hips into him, he groans out, “Fuck. You feel so good with your pussy around my cock.”
As he pulls out, I feel the loss of him. Then, he slams back into me over and over again. It’s so desperately slow, I lean back, aching for him, and I can’t hold it in anymore, “Jude, fuck me harder.”
“All in good timing, sweetheart,” he says as he continues this painfully slow motion in and out, edging me closer. I feel his thick cock stretch me with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping and our panting echoes through the room.
And then he picks up the pace, intensifying the movement. Every nerve ending is firing as he continues to fuck me as he crashes into my back wall, thrusting me into the bed. The headboard bangs against the wall with the force of him slamming into me.
My arms can’t hold me up anymore. I collapse on the bed with my head on the pillow. The angle shifts enough for him to drive right to my cervix and panting mixes with moans.
“Your tight pussy feels so fucking sweet wrapped around my cock,” he praises. The tension is high, and after a few more thrusts, I'm going to be putty in his hands.
“Jude, what are you doing to me?” As a moan escapes me. I feel the ecstasy building higher and higher. My body wants him. I arch my back as far as I can so he hits that spot over and over again.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” his husky voice commands.
The stars are swirling in my vision. As I let go, my pussy clenches down and I can’t move anymore.
He slams into me a few more times as my orgasm rattles throughout my body.
My heart rate is through the roof, and my body is soaked in our sweat.
If he moves, there’s no doubt I could have another orgasm within seconds.
After shifting the angle, he thrusts a couple more times and his jagged movements and groans confirm what I know—he’s spilling his cum inside of me.
His hands tighten on my hips as he yanks me backward and I bounce off of him.
When he slams into me that last time, I’m coming again, my pussy gripping his cock as my stomach tightens.
Coming together is so fucking hot. When he finally loosens his grip, he says, “You good?” Then he runs his hands up and down my spine, sending shivers through my body, and I buck backward with him still inside of me.
“So good,” I say as he slides out. I flip myself over and grab him, pulling him down on me.
That smile he gives me turns my entire body into an inferno.
I could have this man in my arms every day, and I would never complain.
He brushes his fingers through my hair, propping himself up on his elbow.
The relief has me closing my eyes, reveling in the feeling of him.
Our sweaty bodies stick to each other as our breathing slows.
“Having you in my arms makes me happy,” I say—the truth seeps out of me.
“I’m happy holding you and seeing these flushed cheeks,” he says, stroking my skin.
We stay staring into each other’s eyes as silence envelopes us.
It’s shocking to think we still fit together, but we do.
I reach up to touch his face and run my thumb over his bottom lip.
I love his lips. Once I release his face, he rests his head next to mine.
His fingers run up and down my body, sending sparks everywhere he touches.
Leaning to my side, I sling my leg over his hip, he grabs my ass and holds it tight.
The butterflies in my stomach take flight. This feeling that I need him in my life and I’ve been missing for years overwhelms me. I can’t help but kiss him softly, knowing I belong here, with him. We lie together as time passes, just holding each other.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to clean up and be right back. Then I’m going to hold you all night while you sleep.”
“That sounds like the perfect way to end tonight. Being in your arms,” I say with a long exhale. I’m content and my mind goes to thoughts of this every night for the rest of my life.
After a few moments, he walks out of the bathroom, and I can’t help but rake my eyes over every inch of his gorgeous body, taking it all in—his broad shoulders and biceps. Those tattoos. Ugh, he’s perfect.
As he walks, his rigid muscles move with him, and then his cock bounces as he makes his way to the bed.
I’m so done for.
All I want to do is lick every inch of him from his neck to his balls.
He slides himself onto the bed and takes the face cloth and wipes me ever so gently. No one has ever taken care of me like this. He bends over and kisses my stomach and down to my pelvic bone. “I want to savor this sweet taste of yours.”
Once we’ve finished cleaning up, we roll to face each other. “Can I rest my head on you?” I ask in a whisper.
“Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s all yours.” He reaches for me and tugs me over to his chest. I rest my head and hear his heart beating. It soothes me to sleep, along with him running his fingertips up and down my back.
I stir when the morning light comes through the windows, my mind goes back to last night. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t remember eighteen-year-old Jude pleasing me the way he did last night, and I’m excited about it.
Not wanting to move too much and wake him up, I stare out the window as the sun comes up.
Another day in paradise. As I lie here with Jude’s warmth on me, my body feels lighter.
I turn my head to take all of him in—his defined jawline, messy hair, and his exposed chest…
I notice there’s ink on almost every inch of his skin that isn’t covered by the blanket. I gawk at his muscles as he moves.
“Good morning,” I whisper in his ear as he starts to wake up.
In a gruff voice, he says, “Good morning, sweetheart.” He hugs me tightly and places a gentle kiss on my temple. “I’m the luckiest guy to wake up with you in my arms.”
“You’re not the only lucky one,” I say. “I’m in awe that we found each other...on a resort.”
“It’s fate.” He lifts his head and gazes at me. “Were you staring at me?”
A huge smile appears on his face. It melts my heart, and I slide my fingers through his hair. “And if I was?”
“I might need to do something about it.” His hand moves to my ass with a tight squeeze, and then he caresses it.
With that, I sling my leg over him. He takes that as a signal to glide his hand around my slit and down to my entrance.
Gathering up the wetness on his fingers, he moves back to my sensitive clit in a motion that has me pushing my hips into him.
“Well, I have plans with the girls today. As much…” I say through soft moans, trailing off. “As much as I’d love to stay here with you all day and enjoy you touching me everywhere, I do need to go.”
“Do you? Come on, it would be way more fun to stay here with me.” He arches an eyebrow and smirks.
Continuing the motion of his fingers, he grinds his fingers a little harder and then into my entrance.
He might just convince me to stay here, if he keeps this up, as I moan into his chest. As I get closer to the edge, he stops. “We can pick this up later.”
My eyes bug out of my head, and I slap him playfully, “Are you kidding me?” God, the aching between my legs is unbearable.
“Now you’ll know where we’ll pick up when I see you later.” He smirks again, arching one of his eyebrows. I’ll be hanging on the edge until later tonight. How unfair!
“Ugh, you devil, you.” I rub my wetness all over his leg to remind him what he does to me. I gently touch his chest. “Why don’t you pick me up at three for the sunset cruise?”
His eyes grow wide as he wraps his arm tighter around my waist. He says, “It’s a date.”