Chapter 29 – Jude
Chapter Twenty-Nine
JUDE
Mabel’s body pressed against mine is driving me wild.
I’d talked myself into believing that our time together was destined to become a one-time thing.
Her wink at dinner squashed any fear that she regretted what happened, but being around her family felt like a slap of reality.
It reminded me who we are to each other and how outside of the bubble of the cabin there was no possible way we could keep this going.
I didn’t want to leave her lacking a pillow, I should have brought in a new one when everyone was still upstairs but I didn’t want to risk someone possibly coming downstairs and catching me sneaking in or out of her room.
So, I waited. Listened for everyone to settle then counted down from a hundred.
Twice.
Just to be safe.
I half-talked myself out of going to her door, sure she was asleep. I could feel the edges of exhaustion pulling on my brain and didn’t think it was too far of an idea that she might also be at least a little bit tired as well.
Not that I’m complaining, especially not now that I’m here.
Having Mabel in my arms again is heaven.
Mabel’s question rings through my head.
“Of course I’ll stay. If that’s what you need.
” Deciding to push my luck, I lean down and angle my mouth against hers in a soft press of our lips.
She returns the kiss with an intensity that has the bottom of my spine starting to tingle.
Too soon, I’m the one to break our connection, resting my forehead against hers.
“Do you need anything before we get in bed?”
“Only you.” Mabel whispers.
This woman was going to kill me.
“Alright, Trouble, let’s go.”
We’re literally at the foot of the bed, only a few steps to either side but instead of going to the opposite side of me, she follows me, tangling our fingers together.
I look down at Mabel and tilt my head in question.
Mabel’s smile is shy but she only offers a shrug.
“Climb in, Muscles.” She whispers, it’s so tentative almost like she’s afraid I’m going to turn her down.
I wonder how she’d react if she knew how much I’d do for her.
Deny her nothing.
Take care of anything she doesn’t want to handle.
I can definitely handle climbing to the other side of bed.
I’m sure my big ass looks a little silly as I climb up and knee walk to the other side, but for Mabel, I don’t have a lick of self-consciousness.
Once I’ve maneuvered myself on the bed to a spot of comfort, resting my back against the headboard, I tap the spot next to me.
Mabel wastes no time, shuffling onto the bed and making herself comfortable against my side.
She wiggles her body until we are in the classic spooning position, her backside cradled on my thighs, leaving no room for even a playing card to pass through our bodies.
My dick, with terrible timing, takes notice and starts to harden.
With an awkward cough of embarrassment I mumble a quick, “Please ignore that.” Yes, she kissed the hell out of me when I came to her door and yes, she asked me to stay and sleep with her but that doesn’t automatically mean she wants anything more than this.
Comfort that will hopefully allow her to get some rest.
“What if I don’t want to?” The mirth is just as clear as the challenge in her voice as my little troublemaker wiggles her ass just enough to put the perfect combination of pressure and friction to cause me to go from semi-hard to rocking a full on boner in seconds. I can’t stop the grunt that escapes me.
“Trouble. You need to rest.” I try to go for a stern tone but I’m sure my voice is too thick with lust to be any sort of intimidating.
A breath of air escapes Mabel, and I don’t know if it’s from frustration or amusement, but she stops her assault on my willpower.
I have one arm tucked under our pillows and the other around her waist, slowly tracing random patterns against her soft stomach.
Our legs are tangled and it’s getting harder to keep my eyes open, the comfort of having Mabel in my arms is settling something I wasn’t sure needed to be settled. “I love how soft and strong you are.” She mumbles into my chest, I internally preen at her quiet words.
“Hey Muscles, would you mind if we try something?” Mabel’s voice is barely above a whisper, that slight hint of her warriness is back.
“Whatever you need.” I answer, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
“Okay, no funny business but take your dick out.” That was not what I was expecting her to say but I do as I’m told, my cock is happy to be released. I let go of Mabel and lay on my back to kick my sleep sweats off. When I roll back to her, my length meets her bare backside.
“Mabel?”
“Have you ever heard of cock-warming?”
Alright, now I’m really confused. “It’s not a sexual thing. Well, not completely….” Mabel’s voice tapers off while I’m still trying to wrap my head around the words ‘cock-warming’. She must take my silence as a go-ahead to keep talking because her explanation continues.
“I’m going to say something and I don’t want you to let it get to your head, but what we did earlier…
having you inside me felt so right. I’m still a ball of nerves, and I want to see if having you inside me again will help even more than having you next to me.
If it’s not comfortable for you, or if it’s just not working, it’s fine but I’d like to try it. ”
Her words come out rushed but I don’t miss the vulnerability and because I can deny her nothing, “Okay, so, how do we do this. I’m pretty sure I’d crush you if I was on top.
I don’t mind you being on top but the mattress is probably more comfortable than my lumpy body.
” Mabel chuckles, turning in my arms until we are chest to chest. She swings a leg over my hip and I can feel the heat from her core on my thigh.
“I think if you just held me like this,” Mabel takes my hands, leading one to palm her bare ass, “and then just slip in…” Her cold hands slip down my body, circling the base of my dick and positioning it at her entrance.
“I think I’m getting the idea.” I grit out as I push my hips forward. She’s tight, and warm and feels like coming home. Once we’re as close as we can be, Mabel lets out a content sigh and wraps her arms around me as if she was hugging me.
“Yeah, hold me just like that.” Her hot breath fans against my chest.
I’m almost out of my mind with the need to thrust in and out, the need to make her feel good but if I trust her words and how lax she’s become in this position, I think she’s feeling just fine.
“Alright, Trouble, if this is working for you, let’s go to bed.” I give her butt a little squeeze to reassure her that I’m happy how we are as well.
Once the initial surge spark of arousal settles and I relax into her body, I realize that Mabel might be onto something. I wouldn’t mind going to bed wrapped in her like this as many nights as possible.