33. Harlow #2
I felt like a lit firework, waiting to explode. I focused my eyes on the clear dusk sky above us and my hands curled against the blanket in anticipation, as Jude slowly kissed my skin.
Then his tongue swiped over my clit and my resolve burst. My back arched under his expert strokes.
Soft and wet but firm as he held my thighs apart to give himself farther access.
I writhed under his touch, but his large hands kept me open beneath him.
My moans were a steady beat as he pushed me closer to an ecstasy that I hadn’t known was possible.
His hands pushed against the back of my thighs, holding my legs tighter.
His stubble was beautiful torture against my skin and I could feel him moan against me as he explored lower.
His tongue dipped inside of me and I swear I saw stars, not just the ones that were appearing in the sky above us.
The noise I let out was half scream and half moan.
I was so close. So on the edge.
But he pulled away with a smirk. “Your pussy tastes even better than I imagined.” He dragged his belt open and undid the zipper of his jeans. “But this time, you come while I’m inside of you.”
My pulse hammered as I raked my eyes over him. He revealed black boxers and a hard length beneath those jeans. The sight left me aching with want.
I sat up, totally unruly and flushed, and slowly pushed the rest of his flannel down his arms, before pulling on the collar of his white T-shirt, too. He got the message and lifted it over his head, leaving his chest bare.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
The evening light danced over his skin and, left only in his jeans, he looked straight out of a Calvin Klein ad. I ran my hands over him, tracing lightly with my nails, and he groaned at my touch. I let my hand travel farther. When I met his waistband Jude took my hand beneath the fabric.
Hard and thick. I could feel his cock pulse as I grasped it—skin to skin—for the first time.
When he’d watched me in the dark, I’d tried my best not to stare. But brief glimpses of him, along with my traitorous imagination, had brought me closer and closer to the edge. Yet being here with him—touching him like this—it was so much better than my imagination.
I stroked up and down, again and again, feeling all of him and learning what made his breath grow heavier. Until his hands met my shoulders and he pushed me back. I tumbled into the blanket again with an impatient laugh.
“You feel too good, sweetheart.”
He took off the last pieces of clothing I hadn’t torn off him already, and he waited for me to do the same. I unclasped my bra and he watched with an intense heady look in his eye.
“Fucking look at you,” he rasped.
My breathing hitched. For a moment, his golden eyes had me pinned down, but then I dragged my gaze away from his face and began to take in the expanse of his body. I study him. Someone could quiz me later and I’d probably earn a perfect score on the ridges and muscles of Jude’s body.
Then he slowly braced himself over me. He rocked forward with a groan, and his cock brushed my clit. He kept moving, rolling his hips, coating himself in my dripping wetness.
He was so close to slipping inside of me. Filling me and fucking me into this picnic blanket. His length laid against my stomach and it reached almost to my belly button.
How the hell is that meant to fit?
I wanted to find out.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” His breath was hot against my skin. “I’ll go slow if you need me to, sweetheart.”
“Slow, fast—I don’t care, Bramley.” My breathing was ragged. “I need you now.”
He smirked above me, but listened to my desperation as he pressed a finger slowly inside me.
I arched my back, and begged, “More, please.”
He thrust back inside of me with a second finger added.
“Let me take care of you, Harlow.” He twisted them, sending a shiver down my spine as I cried out.
He pressed a long kiss against my lips, catching the end of my moan before trailing down my neck, sucking against that sensitive spot he’d found before.
In only a few moments, he had me on the edge again.
“Enough teasing, Jude, I can’t take it,” I whined. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to—”
I didn’t get to tell him how I’d finish myself off, because he slammed into me, cutting off my words.
My eyes rolled back.
Without thinking, my legs spread farther trying to give him more access. My whole body buzzed. I couldn’t think of a thing but him inside of me.
He rolled his hips, pressing in another inch and a breathy moan left my lips.
“You feel…” His voice was rough as he pressed his lips against my neck. “Incredible.”
He sunk in farther.
“Jude.” His name sounded like a plea.
That pushed him to the hilt.
He retreated before surging forward again, all in one mind-altering move that had me repeating his name like a chant as he filled me up.
My heavy breasts rocked as he dove forward. His attention caught on them, and he dove down, taking my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed against the sensitive spot and I shuddered at the feeling of him hitting so many points of pleasure all at once.
“I’m not going to last long like this,” he growled against my heated skin.
His fingers touched me where we met and he began to circle my clit, as his thrusts raised the tempo. He fucked me hard. I was about to fall apart.
“I-I’m.” I tried to sputter out some words, anything.
I didn’t need to. He looked down at me. “So good. Come for me, sweetheart.”
I did. Fuck, I did. Completely shattering apart. Shaking and shuddering beneath him. I think I even let out a scream into the night air, but I couldn’t be entirely sure.
My pussy clenched around him and he kept going, taking me through waves of pleasure. Then he groaned, raked his teeth over my neck, and I felt his hot release fill me up.
Jude collapsed against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight.
We stayed like that, intertwined, for a few long moments.
Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead, and wrapped my sweater back around my shoulders to protect me from the cool air.
Jude’s eyes trailed down my body and a flash of hunger crossed them as he saw the mess he’d made of me. But always the gentleman, he said, “Let me clean you up.”
“I can do that.”
He chuckled, shaking his head, and reached for some napkins. “I should have done this last time.”
I blushed and turned my head into the blanket as he made us both a bit more presentable. While he found our clothes we’d tossed all over the clearing, I was still pulling myself back together.
I couldn’t believe a man like Jude Bramley actually existed.