Chapter 24
Jude
Socks off, and we are down to jeans and a shirt. I’m still fully clothed, but in a gesture of goodwill, I tell her I’ll remove my coat.
I’m loving the business edge to this. Trying to think of comments to make her smile or shock her.
The fact that I am shocking her makes me laugh.
I know I have to maybe not go too far. I don’t want to spook her.
But by the same token, I don’t want it to be bland and boring. Plainly that has been her experience.
“Jeans,” I command, widening my stance, as I pull my shoulders back and stretch my spine to appear even taller.
Everything subliminally telling her to submit.
Eye contact, sweeping gestures with my hand.
Voice low and commanding. But to be honest, she put up the white flag whilst on that bridge, so this is all just posturing.
She rustles the jeans down her legs, and again throws them to the other side of the room. I love that she’s doing it. The enthusiasm she’s displaying.
“Is it your turn to take something off? I’ve only got my blouse left.” She’s eyeing the fact that I’m still fully dressed with a bit of suspicion. Hell, I’ve even got my boots on.
“Five to one. By my reckoning, the blouse is five. My jacket was one.” Her mouth pops into a perfect O. “No good trying to renege now. You failed to negotiate full terms. I just specified the number. You didn’t push for details.”
I sweep my hand in a gesture so she knows I want the blouse off. My eyes won’t leave hers, and I don’t blink. She’s buckling under the pressure, and I take pity on her and step forwards.
“Let me help you.” I watch her face as she nods, and then I start to unwrap her.
I keep my eyes on hers, my fingers slowly pushing the buttons through the soft fabric one by one.
My fingers working lower and lower, her breathing is laboured, but mine is matching it.
I’m panting in anticipation. I push open the blouse and reveal my prize.
The sight underneath has me stepping back to take in the full effect, and…
“Fuck me.”
My whispered expletive is the understatement of the year.
I push at the silk blouse, hooking it off her shoulders but not taking it totally off.
The black lace body suit comes into full view.
Mesh sides show smooth skin. Lace over her large tits, filling out the suit, her nipples poking through the lace trying to get to me.
Clearly expensive, clearly fucking stunning. And all mine.
“Wow, Lincoln. I never imagined that. Although it’s a good job, otherwise you would have seen none of Venice today.”
She’s taken my breath away. Surprised me with the level of sex kitten lingerie she’s wearing. What a contradiction. But thank the lord she is.
My brain is misfiring as I run my hands down her body. She fully shivers, and it isn’t due to the air conditioning.
“For wearing that, I’ll take off my jumper and shoes. I’m allowing loads of freebies now.”
I grin at her as I kick off my boots and take off my jumper, making sure my T-shirt comes up with it, but not off. I see her checking out my torso. I know she likes it, that much was obvious when I was in her house.
I throw the clothes in the same place she threw hers, dropping to my knees in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she warbles out. She sounds so unsure.
Holding my hands around her thighs and arse cheeks, I look up at her from under my lashes. I know my face is serious, but I can hardly hold myself in check any longer.
“I am going to taste this pussy. I am going to fucking worship it. I’m going to make you come…” I pause as I take in the widening eyes. “Twice.” I stop and let that sink in. “Then, I’m going to fuck you. In lots of positions. You can tell me what feels the best. It is a negotiation, after all.”
I know my grin is roguish. But I can’t help it. She pushes all the wrong buttons. Or maybe the right ones. I want to be feral, a rogue for her. I want to show her how great things can be.
“Do you trust me?” I wait, knowing the answer. But she needs to say it.
“Yes.” She pauses. Then she floors me. “Yes, Jude Greystone.” She’s all breathy, a whispered shot. “I trust you.”
The growl that rips from my chest must scare her, as she squawks when I rip at the lace suit and bury my face in her pussy.
The aroma, the taste. It’s better than I imagined.
I lift her leg and hook her knee over my shoulder.
Her hands are straight into my hair. I’m not sure if it’s due to balance or pleasure overload.
Maybe—hopefully—both. She’s certainly more vocal than I thought she’d be.
The moans and sounds are pure music to my ears.
My hands cup her arse as I whirl my tongue again and again on her clit. Her body is folding in half as she starts to scream my name. Fuck me, she’s gone from zero to sixty. She’s got handfuls of my hair, pulling at it as she thrusts herself onto my tongue.
I insert two fingers inside her, feeling for that spot at the front, hooking my fingers and finger fuck her with my tongue sucking at her, biting her into oblivion.
I feel the rush of juices, and I’m lapping at her like a madman. I want it all. Every last drop.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. You taste amazing on my tongue.”
I rise to my full height, holding her as she can hardly stand. Picking her up, I drop her gently onto the bed. She’s keening, tears leaking out of her eyes.
“Are they good tears?” I ask gently. She seems in a stupor already, and I’ve hardly got warmed up.
I pull off my T-shirt and shuck out of my jeans. My boxers are bulging and she gulps when she sees the size of me.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… been a while,” she rasps out at me.
“Well, don’t worry, we’ll get you match fit in no time.”
Her eyes widen even further, and I can see the trepidation of the unknown. But she’s said she trusts me, so I’m carrying on.
My hands can’t keep still, they’re wandering up and down her body.
The lace is soft and delicate under my fingers.
I stretch it over her tits and blow on her sensitive nipples.
The involuntary cry tells me she’ll like me there.
I start to knead and blow, lick and kiss.
Gentle at first, but building her back up.
I’m laid at the side of her, my body covering hers.
My hand slipping down into her pussy, moving her cum around, my fingers gently working her.
Sucking on her tits. I can feel the pull, the clenching down of her pussy on my fingers.
“Yes, you like that. Tell me what you really like, and I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
She can hardly speak. “Jude, I…”
The groan as I bite down on her nipple sends shock waves to my dick. I suck harder, using my fingers to truly amp her up, and she detonates again on my hand.
My name falling from her lips, it’s as if the world has stopped. I think I just found my purpose in life, and it’s making this woman come.
I carry her into the shower. She’s like a ragdoll. “Baby, we are going to have to work on your stamina. I’ve got hours of fun for us. Don’t fall asleep yet.” I sit her on the seat in the shower as I get it ready.
Dropping my boxers, I smirk at the strangled noise she makes. I’m a big guy. My cock fully erect would rival the blow up doll her mother had a hold of… and then some.
“Jude, I’ve not had sex for nearly two years. Well, with an actual person anyway.”
“Ahhh, so the blow up doll was yours,” I quip as I stand in front of her, my cock pointing upwards to the stars. It fucking hurts it’s so hard. And she can’t take her eyes off my dick.
“So back to our deal. You’re allowed to touch me in one place. But only one.”
Her eyes have glazed over. She has no fucking clue what day of the week it is, never mind concentrating on a deal I made up.
“Just one?”
I nod. “For now. When I make you come again, you can touch me again.”
She has no comeback this time, but her hands involuntarily reach out to run the length of my cock.
Her fingers feel like a cool breeze in the summer.
I hiss out as she wraps her hand around me and lowers her head.
Her tongue running up the shaft feels like heaven on earth.
As she flicks at the head, I’m desperate to thrust into her mouth.
But I don’t. If I get out of first gear, she may bolt.
I need to take my time, so allow her to continue to use her hand and tongue.
I wrap my hand around hers and show her how I like it.
If anything, this seems to push her into a frenzy.
“Don’t make me come, or I’ll spank that arse raw.” I thrust once into her mouth and then pull her up.
She’s protesting. Because of course she is. Little brat.
“You said I could touch you once, and now you’ve taken it away.”
I chuckle at the almost pout she gives me. But I step in and kiss her hard.
“You’ll make me come, and I don’t want to—yet.”
I remove the body suit and take her in. Her body is a work of art.
Marks from her pregnancies. Skin, as smooth as silk.
Strawberries and cream. I know it will look amazing warmed with my palm, but again, I have to rein it in.
I wash, touch, caress her. Her body is responding to mine.
I move, she follows, and she doesn’t even know she’s doing it.
I wrap her in the huge fluffy bath towel, sit her on the edge of the spa bath, and dry her off.
“Ready to be dirtied up again?”
She grins. “This deal is not very ecological. Waste of water, use of products, unnecessary use of bath towels.” She’s counting up my issues on her fingers. “Maybe I’ll make you do a forfeit.”
“Not a problem for me. What would you do to me?” I flash my eyes at her and waggle my eyebrows. “Tie me up? Spank my arse? I might enjoy that too much. Whip me with your bathrobe tie?”
Her eyes have got wider and wider. Evidently none of that has been done to her, there has been no games going on in her bedroom. But I’m not surprised by that, not one bit.