Chapter 28 #3
I’m a quivering mess, whimpering as Jude starts to bring me down with slow licks to my clit and gentle caresses.
This is so fucking amazing. I’m flying higher than ever before, my body pliant and content.
“Look at you, Baby Doll.” His lips are tender on mine, his cock pressing between us, already glistening with precum.
He bends to kiss my collarbone, then my hip.
Then he’s gone, back to the bedside table to pick another of his gifts.
He leaves everything but a small triangular pillow.
He wedges it underneath me so my ass is up in the air.
He looks at me with these heavy eyes. “You good?”
I nod, and he parts my legs wider and settles between them.
After he nudges into my entrance, he settles over my body, resting his weight on his hands.
I accommodate his girth, his movements inside of me smooth.
“So wet for me. Dripping all over my cock. Look at how easily your hungry little pussy is taking me.”
He pulls out, and something dark twinkles in Jude’s eyes. He starts to drive into me with his steely length again and again with brutal thrusts. The rope keeps me steady, the dirty man’s intention the entire time. He wanted a hard fuck.
He’s feral inside of me, his thickly veined arms shaking.
I want more than anything to touch him. I make eye contact, and everything in the world disappears but me and Jude.
He’s so deep inside of me that I feel achingly full.
He’s loving the pleasure he’s stealing from my body.
A low buzzing starts again, and Jude lays a small bullet vibrator directly on my clit.
It feels electric, sending me into another stratosphere.
“That’s it, baby, grip my cock,” he groans.
As I splinter into a thousand pieces, Jude’s body tightens over me.
His cock pulses his release. He’s wrung out over me, heart racing.
I wince when I lose his cock. He fiddles with the knots, freeing my hands, then rolls me to lie next to him.
I’ve melted into a puddle with my arms across his chest. He inspects my arms, the faint lines barely visible despite my fair skin.
We bask in the contentment, my head on his chest, tracing the outline of the Lovers' tattoo, reminding me of the day we met. It’s on such a prominent part of his body, right above his heart.
“What made you pick this design?” I ask.
“There’s an old graveyard on my family’s property. I spent a lot of time there as a kid. My grandmother brought us there to help tend to her summer garden, and then we would visit my mom’s grave.”
My body stills on top of him. We haven’t really spoken about his family, I gather it’s a delicate subject, and he hasn’t mentioned his mother before now. “How did you lose her?”
“Breast cancer. I was seven.” He pulls in a pained breath and begins again.
“The graveyard is special. All of the mausoleums stand along the metal fence line, except for one. There is a single tomb outside the gate. There are no last names; it just reads ‘Anton and his Delphine. Together at last’, and then a date.”
I want to ask more about his mom, but the change of subject feels purposeful. “Wow, it sounds like there’s a story there. Did you ever ask your grandmother if she knew anything else?”
“She said that it’s the grave of some relative who died of Yellow Fever. They weren’t allowed with the rest of the family because Delphine was another man’s wife.”
“Are you messing with me right now? My maw maw told me a story not long ago about my great, great, great, whatever grandmother named Delpine who ran off with her Clairmont lover. Well, she didn’t run.
The story I heard was that her lover took her from her deathbed so they could spend her last days together.
There was no divorce back then, so they couldn’t be together. ”
“See, I told you, Baby Doll, we are soul mates. Our ancestors never got their happy ending, but we’ll have ours. Their story stuck with me, and now I know why. When I saw the picture of the Lovers of Valdaro online, it reminded me of Anton and Delphine.”
“I was named for her, you know? Greer Delphine. I’ve always loved it despite being a bit old fashioned.”
“You can’t all be Marie…” he says with a knowing laugh. I join him with a chuckle, because every family in the area has at least two Maries, even in modern times. Including my mother.
I love that Jude is Cajun. He understands the little nuances that other men I’ve been with could never quite grasp. Even though I’m a few towns over from my family, I still feel like I’m home here. “I’m glad I moved back to Louisiana.”
“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad I never reenlisted.”
“Why didn’t you? Especially with so many years already in. You could have had a full military retirement.”
“I got out for the same reason I joined the Army in the first place. Something just told me to do it. I’ll admit I’ve regretted it more than once,” he says with stormy eyes. “But it all worked out because I’m in this bed with you.”
Silence takes over the room as Jude slowly drifts to sleep, spooned into me. In between the light snores and uneven gasps of breath I realize I’m in love with him.