Chapter 46
forty-six
GREER
There’s no hesitation in Jude’s touch as it drags my mind into consciousness.
It’s dominant, certain, and aflame with the gratification he’s stealing from my body.
At his mercy, there’s nothing but his musky scent and the peacefulness of him taking what he craves from me.
I bask in the sensation of his length filling me again and again.
His lips come to mine, testing, tasting.
Before I open my heavy lids and wrap my arms around his neck.
I skim my thumb down his jaw, “I thought I was supposed to stay asleep?”
“You were, the first time.”
The flush of arousal floods my body, making my center ache. I lift my hips and grind his cock against me. “And what did you do?”
He traces his nose down my neck. “I ate your pussy until you were sopping wet. You made a mess all over my face, you dirty girl.”
“It’s that tongue of yours,” I admit with a contented sigh. “You’re far too talented with it.”
He makes deliciously slow strokes inside of me, our bodies chest to chest. The hair on the back of his neck is crisp under my fingers. I love that he keeps his hair shorter and trimmed, just for this reason.
Ecstasy starts to climb up my spine, and I drag my hands down the contours of his back, the ridges from keloids rough on my fingertips. I tighten my grip, needing more.
“What a hungry little pussy you have,” Jude croons in my ear. “Need to come, Baby Doll?”
I’m on the cusp, needing a little bit more, only to be denied. I cup his handsome face in my palms and lift my head to join our lips, provoking him, daring, enticing.
He growls low in his throat and throws my legs over his shoulders with frantic movements. “Is this what you want?” he taunts, pounding into me.
The mix of pleasure and pain makes me gasp, then moan in delirious elation as Jude drives into my pussy. “Harder, Babe, please.” Jude’s eyes shutter, his movements grow more uneven, and his cock thickens.
Wetness pools between us as my skin starts to tingle.
My body goes tight as a bow, and my brain short-circuits, succumbing to the bliss.
Jude’s cum is still pulsing into my body as I start to come down from my orgasm.
Still joined together, he drops my legs from his shoulders and collapses his top half to the side.
I feel strangely vulnerable with him, yet so alive.
Still panting, Jude reaches for the blanket and sheet and covers us.
He arranges us on our sides with my leg across his hip.
He slides his still hard erection inside of me, and nuzzles my neck.
“I want to sleep like this. You aren’t too sore, are you? ”
“In the best way. That was perfection.”
Jude runs his fingers through my hair. “The sex keeps getting better.”
“And dirtier.”
“That means we are doing something very right together. We’re reading one another’s needs and wants.”
“I’ve never been like this in bed.”
Something dark is in Jude’s voice when he growls, “That’s because you weren’t with your man.”
“Were you like this with other women?”
“Babe, I can’t even tell you their names.”
The ever present disrupter, my insulin pump, screams for attention. I groan and reach for it, but Jude steadies a hand on my waist. “I’ll grab it. Don’t want to lose you yet.”
With long arms, Jude reaches over me and fiddles in the darkened room, leaving our bodies joined together. The touchscreen on my insulin pump lights up. “Half the recommended dose?” he asks.
"Someone's been paying attention.” My blood sugar may be high right now, but we’ve just had sex. Adrenaline and exercise will likely cause a crash later. Half a dose is the safe bet.
After the familiar beeps of an insulin bolus, Jude locks the screen, then lays it on the pillow above my head.
Jude lulls me back to sleep with whispered sweet nothings and adoring brushes of his fingers on my body.
I curl into him and surrender to the drowsiness of orgasmic bliss.
I’ve just dozed off when Jude moves inside of me in long, greedy thrusts.
I drift into a deep sleep in the safety of his arms and the adoring comfort of possession.