Chapter 22 Olena #2
Jude exhales hard, looking like he’s going to come undone at the sight, and rises to his knees.
He pulls my jeans off the rest of the way before throwing them on the floor, slipping my socks off quickly as well.
With his palm sliding up my bare thigh, he looks down at me, those intense green eyes blazing with desire.
With a steadying breath, he hooks a finger into the narrow strip of fabric that runs between my legs, grazing the sensitive flesh beneath and making me gasp.
“Fuck,” he breathes and closes his eyes when he finds the wetness pooled there.
I lift my hips as he slides my panties down and off my legs.
Climbing up over me once again, Jude rakes his gaze over my body, now laid totally bare in front of him.
With a lazy smile, he leans down and takes one of my nipples between his teeth, his tongue flicking and his breath heating my sensitive flesh.
I writhe beneath him and claw lightly at his back, coaxing him to continue.
He moves to my other nipple, licking and nibbling, then trails one hand slowly down my stomach, lower and lower, stopping just short of where I want his fingers.
Releasing my breast, he moves up to claim my mouth in a heated kiss, then fixes his dark eyes on mine. His voice is low when he speaks.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
My lips part but no sound comes out.
He leans down close, his lips against my cheek.
“Tell me what makes you melt, Olena.” He kisses my flushed skin, his breath dancing across the slope of my jaw.
“What makes you scream.” He trails a finger from one of my hip bones to the other, tracing a line across the bottom of my stomach.
“What makes you come so hard you lose the ability to walk.”
Pleasure blazes through my core at his words, the air leaving my lungs as my eyes shutter once again. Am I still breathing?
“Fuck, Olena. Tell me,” he nips at my lower lip, “so I can do it all. I need to show you that’s exactly what you deserve.”
He kisses me slowly, torturously, and I feel him smile against my lips as he lightly grazes one hand up my arm and over my shoulder, then traces a thumb down the center of my throat.
I inhale sharply as I arch up, my eyes flying open and locked on his.
His brow twinges, a look of animalistic need passing across his expression.
“You’d better tell me quick what to do with these hands,” he breathes, “because they’re gonna get a mind of their own if you keep looking at me like that.
” He slides his thumb across my lower lip, then takes my mouth in a drugging kiss.
Unable to answer, heat flares in my cheeks and I slide my arms up around the back of his neck, as if part of me knows I will have to hold on to this man for dear life. The intimate muscles of my core are quivering. Quivering. That’s a first.
“Hmm, you seem to be… unable to speak for some reason,” Jude says, smirking down at me again.
Cheeky bastard. I can’t help but grin and roll my eyes, because the look on his face tells me he’s enjoying every moment of winding me up tight.
“Maybe you can show me, instead.” His hand slides down to cup my breast.
I can only nod and swallow. Holding his gaze, I lift his hand to my lips. I kiss his fingertips softly before sucking his middle finger deep into my mouth.
He lets out a rough breath and those green eyes almost roll as I swirl my tongue over his finger, then slide it out, guiding his hand down between my legs.
“Jesus…” he breathes. He drags his fingers up through the wetness pooled at my entrance. “Right here?”
“Yes,” I say on a breathy exhale.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers as he slips his fingers to my clit, circling softly.
I squirm, inching myself down, seeking the pressure of his fingers, but he pulls back ever so slightly, drawing out the anticipation.
He nips at the shell of my ear. “Do you want my mouth on you, gorgeous?”
“Yes.” I close my eyes. I want everything.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he chuckles quietly. Walking backward on his knees, his strong hands grip my hips and he tugs me firmly down the mattress, letting out a soft grunt.
Backing off the foot of the bed, he settles himself on the floor, kneeling between my legs.
He drags his hands along my inner thighs, squeezing once, before pushing my legs further apart.
He curses under his breath. “Tell me something…” His voice is deep in a way that makes my core clench.
He kisses my upper thigh right next to where I’m desperate to feel his tongue.
“Do you like it… slow and gentle?” He slides a finger inside me and I softly cry out as he slowly—so slowly—pushes in and out, curling his finger just enough to send shivers of soft pleasure through my body.
I grasp at the sheets above my head, my fingers tangling in my hair.
Oh, God. More.
“Or do you like it… fast and hard?” At this, he adds another finger and I cry out again, louder, clenching around his fingers.
He pumps harder, sending waves of dizzying sensation all over my body, and I moan with pleasure.
He pauses and withdraws, waiting for my response with an eyebrow raised, his thumb working lazy circles on my most sensitive spot.
His lips graze against my inner thigh, his teeth biting softly at my skin.
Oh, fuck. I can’t think straight, let alone speak. All I know is I want his fingers inside me again so badly that I feel on the edge of madness.
“Olena…” he rasps, still teasing my clit, waiting for me to answer.
I can’t believe he’s somehow expecting me to say words while he touches me this way. While he melts my senses.
He kisses my upper thigh again.
I can feel his breath right there. So close. I whimper at the feeling of emptiness. I want him filling me, licking me, slamming into me until I’m senseless.
Say words. Tell him what you want.
“I—”
Before I can say any more, he’s thrusting his magic fingers into me again, strong and fast, while desperate pleasure rips through me. He slows once more and I hear him chuckle against me, his beard brushing my sensitive skin. He has his answer.
“Jude, please…” I beg, needing to feel his mouth on me too.
My body arches up at the first touch of his tongue.
“Oh, God…” I breathe, clawing at the bedsheets, all my muscles tightening.
His touch is disorienting, his tongue so warm and wet, his fingers still pumping inside me.
Sucking on my most sensitive bundle of nerves, Jude takes his time, slowly making me lose my mind until release is just out of reach.
I writhe, grinding my hips, pushing into his mouth, his face, his fingers.
Harder. I want him closer. Faster. More.
I can feel my pleasure building, gathering in my core. I throw my head back onto the bed and clench around his fingers, my hands curling into his hair.
As if reading my mind, he deepens the pressure. Thrusting his fingers harder and faster inside me, sucking and licking me madly, he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
With his fingers still pumping fast, he breaks his mouth away just long enough to say, in a deep rumble, his lips grazing against the burning heat of my center, “You taste fucking amazing, Olena.”
His words are the end of any control I had been holding onto.
Release crashes over me, shattering my senses.
With my core clenching and my muscles gripping tightly around his fingers, he quickly sucks my swollen clit back into his mouth, flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth, drawing out my pleasure as long as possible.
I cry out in a ragged moan as the waves of overwhelming ecstasy thrum and pulsate through my entire body.
When my breathing finally calms, my ears ring and sparkles dance across my vision. As I try to piece together my grip on reality, I look down to see those green eyes gazing up at me, smiling.
I’m done for.
No one has ever made me feel like that.
I exhale.
“Again,” he growls, pushing his fingers into me once more.