Chapter 31 Olena #2
I pull back, licking and flicking my tongue against the tip of his cock as I look up at him through my wet lashes.
“You are going to destroy me,” he rasps, smiling darkly and shaking his head.
I stand slowly, pushing my chest in, arching my back to feel his rock-hard length sliding slowly between my slick breasts and down my stomach. As I rise to meet him, I press my breasts hard against his chest.
His eyes shutter and his hands slide over my ass, pulling me against him.
Water spills over us, streaming down from my hair. Jude reaches up and lifts my face to his, pressing a burning kiss to my lips, pushing his hips into me. His cock pulses against my stomach.
“I think I’m warm now,” he says, smiling against my lips.
Reaching for the tap, he shuts off the water.
For a moment, we just stand there, pressed together, dripping wet, our breathing shallow and rapid.
He slowly gathers my hair, peeling it off my neck and shoulders.
He squeezes it gently, releasing the excess water as he kisses my neck.
My fingers drift between us, sliding down his chest and stomach.
“I want to fuck you,” he says, his voice rumbling deeply below my ear.
Hearing him say the words, my fingers tense against his skin as pleasure ignites all over my body.
“Do you want that, Olena?” He runs his tongue along my collarbone, licking up the droplets of water. “For me to fuck you?”
My eyes close and the ache between my legs intensifies. I’ve never wanted anything more. I let out a soft groan; I need him inside me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
We stumble out of the shower and into the bedroom, not bothering to dry off.
My back hits the bed and Jude climbs over me, my hands sliding down his chest. I grasp his rock-hard cock once more, and he exhales roughly when I start working my fist over him slowly.
With one hand, he reaches down between my legs.
I open for him and he inhales sharply as his fingertips graze my entrance, dipping in slightly, slowly dragging a slick finger up and over my clit.
“Oh, my God,” he groans, “you’re so fucking wet.”
I laugh softly, meeting his hungry eyes with an innocent look. “Yeah, we just got out of the—”
He slides a finger inside me.
I arch up with a gasp, my eyes closing, the words lost.
“Don’t give me those doe eyes, gorgeous,” he growls, pumping his finger, curling it to hit the spot that makes me throw my head back and groan. He leans down, his face beside mine. “You and I both know you’re wet for me.”
My cheeks flush with heat as I slide my free hand around the back of his neck, gingerly scratching my fingernails over his skin. Tightening my grip with my other hand, I work my fist over the sensitive head of his cock, relishing the way his breath skitters in response.
“Jude,” I breathe. I can’t take this any longer.
“Uh-huh?” He’s nipping at my neck, scraping my skin with his teeth. His finger slides in and out of me in a slow, teasing rhythm.
“Please,” is all I can say. I’m breathing hard. My hand slides over his length faster now.
“Please what?” He is kissing underneath my ear, his voice a hoarse whisper. He plunges two fingers inside me, pushing in deeper and faster. “I want to hear you say it,” he breathes.
I can only whimper in response.
His fingers slide out of me and he shifts to line up the head of his cock, torturing me by sliding it up and down against my slick opening. Its warmth against me makes me feel desperate. I want him inside me. Now.
“Please,” I say again, my head spinning.
Jude slowly presses the tip of his cock into me, letting loose a ragged breath with the effort of his self-control, then pauses.
I whimper again, writhing to feel more of him, but he doesn’t let me. I’m losing my mind. My hands clench at the bed in frustration, my eyes squeezing shut, my breath heaving.
“Look at me, beautiful.” His voice is a deep rumble. My eyes open and meet his gaze, his lips inches from mine. “Say it.” The need flares in his eyes.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, and he plunges in hard with a throaty growl. I gasp, muscles clenching, as his delicious length buries deep.
Pulling back, he slams into me again, deeper, harder this time.
“Olena,” he groans, his chest radiating heat, the smooth skin grazing the peaks of my nipples as I arch up into him.
“You feel…” His hips crush into me with each thrust and I pull my knees up around his torso to let him in deeper; he lets out a harsh breath as he meets me in a powerful thrust that buries his shaft to the hilt.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he rasps.
I smile at his words, reveling in the feeling of him filling me so completely.
But it’s not enough.
I grip his ass with both hands and pull him in with each thrust. Jude quickens his pace, the grip on his control wavering.
I slide a hand down between us and tease the base of his cock with my fingers each time he withdraws, gently coaxing, watching his response.
My fingers find my clit, swollen with desire, and work small circles there.
I clench hard around him as he pounds into me.
Chasing my pleasure, I hold my muscles tight and reach my free hand up to his neck, pulling his face down to mine.
I tangle my tongue with his, nipping at his lower lip.
“Harder,” I breathe against his mouth.
The word barely escapes my lips before he unleashes himself fully, plunging into me hard and fast as I throw my head back against the bed, crying out with pleasure.
The bed shifts under us with each of Jude’s driving thrusts. My fingers work in fast circles over my clit, my other hand clawing at Jude’s rippling back. I feel my release building, delicious sensation gathering inside me.
“Come for me,” he bites out between thrusts.
I’m losing myself rapidly, giving myself over to the mind-melting pleasure of being fucked this hard.
As I tighten around him, both chasing and intensifying the sensation, I moan, then cry out raggedly as the first wave of pleasure cascades over my senses, the muscles of my center clamping tightly over Jude’s length.
He exhales harshly and plunges into me repeatedly, even harder than before, his control completely lost.
I clench and writhe, my body bucking as a fresh wave of pleasure rolls over me, more intense than the last.
Jude slams into me again and again, finding his own release, thrusting hard until he’s shuddering, completely spent.
Still sheathed inside me, he slowly lowers himself until our chests are touching, his eyes glazed.
His lips find mine and he kisses me slowly and softly.
With my breasts pressed into his chest and my legs wrapped around his waist, he collapses completely into our embrace, his face buried in my neck.
Our breathing slowly settles as we hold each other.
The echoes of my orgasm make my muscles jump against him and he makes a low sound of satisfaction into the pillow beside my head, flexing his cock with a pulse inside me.
I smile in a daze and sweep my hands through his damp hair and down his neck, softly tracing along his heated skin.
I want to remember everything about this moment.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply, drinking in his incredible scent.
Jude shifts to get up and I pull him back to me, my arms around his neck. “Don’t go. Not yet,” I whisper against his cheek, kissing him softly there. I don’t want this moment to be over.
He smiles down at me. “I won’t,” he replies.
Rolling himself under me, he shifts me above him, curling up from the bed to take my nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking lightly.
I brace my hands on the headboard above him, arching my back.
He moves to the other nipple, sliding his hands down my back and over my ass, squeezing gently.
Releasing my breast, he flops back down on the bed, watching me with a sleepy, satisfied gaze.
My hands push off the headboard and I sit up, resting on my knees.
He pulses again, still inside of me, and my eyes close with soft pleasure.
“I might’ve blacked out for a minute there,” he grins, reaching up to palm my breasts, his thumbs lazily circling my tight nipples as I arch into his touch.
“Me too,” I breathe. I smile and bite my lip, exhaling a long breath.
Jude sits up again and gently takes my face in his hands, kissing me softly, slowly. His cock pulses, hardening again.
“Mmm, see what you do to me?” His eyes flare as need returns to his gaze. He kisses me again, more deeply. I rock my hips, encouraging him, and he groans, biting my bottom lip.
The wind howls through the old house once more but, this time, I don’t care.