Chapter 33 Olena #2
I slowly turn to face the workbench and Jude wrenches my jeans and panties down to my thighs. My eyes close at the sound of him unzipping his jeans and I flush with heat, anticipating his touch. When he lays his hard, hot length against the center of my ass, I inhale sharply.
“Feel how hard you make me?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His hands dip under my shirt, my skin burning under his heated touch.
He pulls me back against him, pressing my back into his chest. His tongue flicks at the ridge of my ear and I shiver.
Working his hands under the band of my bra, he squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples hard, making me whimper from the wave of intense sensation that spreads to my core.
“Oh God,” I moan when he crushes me harder into his body, pulling my hips back. His cock presses warm and eager against my ass and I tilt my hips back against him.
“You want this?” he asks, thrusting against my ass.
“Uh-huh,” I breathe, nodding.
Jude’s lips and teeth are on the back of my neck, one hand roughly sweeping my hair to the side to bare my skin as he kisses me there.
I lean my head back under his chin, reaching up to his cheek as he traces his fingers down my stomach, dipping low, brushing over that aching place between my thighs.
Circling them over my most sensitive spot, he slides his fingers inside me, pushing them against the place that makes me cry out.
I let out another groan of pleasure when he suddenly pushes me forward onto the bench, my elbows bracing against the cool, wooden surface.
A brief chill fills the space between our bodies as he steps back, positioning himself, before the delicious warmth of his cock slides softly against my entrance.
I moan and collapse slightly into my arms, the strength in my shoulders buckling at the wave of heat that pulses through me.
Every fiber of my being is suddenly attuned to that place—the one place he’s touching me.
I feel vulnerable under his gaze, knowing he’s staring at me from behind with those intense green eyes, readying himself to plunge inside me at any moment.
“Oh, fuck, Olena…”
“What?” I breathe, turning to glance over my shoulder.
“I wish you could see how fucking perfect you look like this.” His hands slide slowly over my hips, gripping me in a moment of stillness.
Anticipation floods me and I close my eyes, bracing my hands on the workbench. I moan as he slowly, excruciatingly, pushes all the way inside me. A deep groan escapes his throat as he buries himself deep, then stops again, sliding his hand around to rub my aching clit.
“I want to watch you come,” he rasps from behind me and I shudder, his fingers circling my clit as he withdraws his cock just as slowly as he entered. “And then I want to watch you do it again.” He slams into me and I cry out. He quickly withdraws. “And again.” Slam. “And again.” Slam.
Oh my God.
My mind and body reel as he pumps inside me, swirling his fingers fast, almost growling with effort and pleasure. With each thrust, my release gets closer, surprising me with how quickly it’s building—how ready I am for him.
I reach behind me, grasping at his hips, pulling him in hard, wanting him deeper inside me still.
He groans his approval and speeds up, pounding into me until it hurts in the most delicious way. I clench around him, tightening as the aching desperation builds.
The wave crests and my release wrecks me; the pleasure pulsates through my body, my cries and gasps uncontrolled as Jude pounds into me over and over with his long, slick cock. As I come down the other side, shuddering ragged breaths, he pulls out.
Grabbing my arm, he pulls me up and spins me around to face him, smiling with blazing heat in his eyes.
My lips are parted, my breaths heavy.
“We’re not done here.”
His rock-hard shaft gleaming between us, he slides his hands under the backs of my thighs and lifts me up, sitting me on the edge of the workbench.
He pulls me into a rough kiss before yanking my jeans all the way off, taking my shoes and socks with them.
When he spreads my legs open wide in front of him, he curses softly under his breath.
“God. Look at you,” he says, his voice rough, then drags his fingers roughly up my soaking wet center.
He dips his fingers inside me, softly at first, then increasing the pressure. The firm, pulsing rhythm of his touch pulls jagged breaths into my lungs. My hips rock involuntarily and I grind into his hand, chasing the pleasure that’s already building.
I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, working him with long, firm strokes.
A moan escapes from Jude’s lips and he claims my mouth in another drugging kiss.
Our hands work each other frantically, the exquisite tension building to an unbearable, heady peak.
With his fingers pumping relentlessly, his thumb rubbing over my clit, I explode with pleasure as I come again, fast and hard, my voice ragged as I cry out. I stroke him harder.
“Shit, Olena,” he rasps, leaning close, his breath against my cheek. “You’re sexy as hell when you come.”
His hips kick forward and my grip tightens. My eyes fly open when his hands grasp my hips, and he suddenly jerks me against him.
“Do it again for me.” He plunges his hard length deep inside me once more. “Come all over my cock.”
I moan and close my eyes again, lost in the pleasure. Senseless, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on as he repeatedly thrusts into me, his lips crushing against mine, his tongue ravaging my mouth in a deep, primal kiss.
“Fuck!” I tear my mouth from his and cry out as I come again, another wave of intense, burning heat crashing over me. My muscles convulse and shudder around him.
I’ve barely caught my breath when he kisses me hard, then leans me back onto the workbench.
Resting on my elbows, I draw my legs up on either side of him, the angle sending fresh waves of blissful sensation through me.
He grasps at my breasts under my shirt, working my nipples.
I reach down to touch myself. When I slip a finger inside myself next to his cock, pulling everything tighter, fire blazes in his eyes.
“Olena!” My name rips from his lips as his control starts to waver.
I clench around his hard length as he fucks me.
Shifting my hand, I hold two fingers over my entrance, squeezing him there.
He falls forward slightly, groaning against my raised knee.
His eyes close as he loses his grip on control, crying out in a ragged growl as he starts to come.
As he slams into me, I slip my fingers back to my clit, working it faster, tightening with everything I have left as another release builds.
He’s still pounding into me relentlessly, riding the tail end of his orgasm as mine crashes over me, and I drench where our bodies meet, spilling over him hot and wet.
Aftershocks of pleasure still pulsing through my core, Jude shudders down over me. He lowers himself, bracing his elbows on either side of my body.
Collapsing onto my back, I let out a jagged breath then close my eyes as a grin spreads over my lips. I bring my hands up to cover my face, laughing a shaky, dark, and throaty laugh, my whole body senseless and twitching. I feel delirious.
“Oh, fuck,” is all Jude can manage.
“Uh-huh,” is all I can say in reply. I bring my hands down from my face and look at him, biting my lip. I wince slightly as he withdraws from me.
He lets out a low curse and shakes his head with a smirk. Sweat glistens on his forehead.
Our breathing is still ragged as we look at one another, slow smiles spreading over our faces, both of us completely shattered.