Maybe it’s all these nights sleeping together, holding her close to me or maybe it’s seeing her vulnerable and hurt. Or maybe it’s that she just told me she’s scared and I know I’ll turn myself inside out to keep her from feeling that way, but I can’t hold back another second. Without breaking the kiss, I turn her in my lap and lay her down on the sofa and fit myself into her good side. I let my hand trail down her side and dip under her t-shirt, my hand hitting its target immediately. I cup her tit, filling my hand perfectly and she arches to push herself into me. Running the pad of my thumb over her bra, her nipple hardens to a peak. She sucks in a breath and I put my fingers together, this time for a gentle twist.
“Am I hurting you?”
Arching her back again to get closer, she breathes, “No, don’t stop.”
I pull her shirt up and my finger dips inside her bra to pull it down exposing her to me. For the first-time skin to skin, I barely run my finger over her to feel her hardened nipple and circle it with my finger. I give it a pull and her breath comes out in a whimper.
That’s it. I lean down to finally get my mouth on her, roll her nipple with my tongue, feeling it hard and excited. I bite it gently and her hands come to my head. I suck her into my mouth for a long pull and she lets out another mew, holding my head to her even tighter. Starting to lose any control I have left, I return back to her mouth to kiss her deep, tasting her and not getting enough. I lightly move my hand down to her leg, and with light touches, I start stroking the back of thigh, from the back of her knee going high and under her short shorts. She lets her knee fall to the side even farther and I take advantage and dip my finger inside her shorts.
Fuck.
Her panties are soaking. Full of need, she lifts her hips to get more contact from my light touches.
“Sugar,” I whisper on her lips, “what do you want?”
She says nothing, but I do get a moan.
“I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t know what you want. Tell me what you want, Gabby.”
I lift my head and wait for her to open her eyes. Looking straight into mine she says with need, “You. I only want you.”
Chapter Eleven
Tell Me You Get Me
Did I just say that?
Yes, I did. I just told Jude I wanted him out loud. But everything he’s doing to me and the way he’s touching me is driving me crazy.
Of course, I want him. I’ve wanted him since the first time he kissed me. And I haven’t wanted anyone in a really long time.
I look up at him. His eyes are searing into mine and his fingers torturing me feather light on the back of my leg lightly move up farther. I feel him dip inside my shorts again, but over my panties where he touches me between my legs.
“Ohmygoodness.” I’m breathy and needy. Craving more, I lift my hips but he pulls his fingers away and I moan in protest. “Jude.”
“Not here,” he rasps, kissing me quick. Placing his hands on either side of me on the sofa, he stands up tagging my hands to pulling me gently with him.
“What are you doing?” I try to get my feet underneath me and realize he’s pulling me out of the great room toward the hall.
“I want you wherever I can have you, Gabby, but our first time’s not going to be on the couch,” he growls out as he pulls me into my bedroom.
Turning to me, he pulls my hoodie off and away goes my bra just as fast. Before I can even think about standing in front of him topless, he leans down to grab my ass picking me up and my legs circle his waist. He turns and puts a knee to the bed and we both go down, but he doesn’t give me his weight. Instead, he lies down on my good side again, his hand comes up to lift my breast and his mouth is on me, sucking long and hard. That long, hard suction shoots straight between my legs and now all I can think about is wanting him to touch me everywhere, needing to be as close to him as I possibly can. His hand trails down my stomach, yanks the button on my shorts and dips inside. Not messing around this time, his hand goes straight inside my panties. I spread my legs for him and he touches me where I want it most.
“Jude.” It barely comes out as a whimper, more like a plea. As he slides his fingers through me and hits my clit, my hips jerk.
“You feel amazing, baby,” he whispers in my ear.
His fingers do another slow circle, then slides one finger inside me and I moan tipping my hips up for more. He pulls out but then adds a second finger while using his thumb on my clit and all the friction plus fingers feel better than I imagined. I start to move my hips with his hand and it starts to build. It’s been so long and it’s coming fast.
I can’t seem to utter any other words besides, “Jude,” but instead of a plea this time, it’s more like a warning because I want him, all of him, when I come.
Jude heeds my warning, because he rasps against my lips, “No, baby. I want to watch you.”
Okay.
Fine.
Not caring at this point that I have no control over my own body—in fact needing it so badly, I grasp on to him as I feel it come over me. Pushing my head back while moaning, I come long and hard. Letting my orgasm wash over me, I realize Jude’s very talented hand is gone and he’s up, knees to the bed pulling off my shorts and panties. I look up to see him reach behind his shoulder blades to yank his shirt off from behind, toss it, and then his hands go to the button on his jeans to free himself.
Barely recovered from Jude’s talented fingers, he leans back over me and with his lips on mine, he asks, “Baby, are you on the pill?”
“Hmm?” still trying to get my wits about me.
“Birth control, Gabby,” he repeats. “You on the pill?”
“Yes,” I whisper and as soon as I do, I feel his whole demeanor change as he slows his movements.
He lifts his hand to brush my cheek and his middle finger traces my lips ever so slowly. I look up at him, his eyes are burning but he’s not looking into mine, he’s following his fingers tracing slowly down my heated body, over my breasts, rounding my nipples, feather light down my belly, straight between my legs where he slowly starts to play with me again. His eyes come back up to me, not heated this time but full of reverence. My breath hitches and his face lowers to mine.
“Gabby are you sure I’m not going to hurt your ribs?” he says softly.
His hand is still between my legs so I’m getting all breathy again and finding myself a little impatient. “Jude, if you ask me that again, we’re going have to have a talk.” To make myself clear, I lift my hips up for more contact and look into his eyes saying, “And I do not want to talk right now.”
He gives me a grin. His hand stops playing with me and slides down my leg to hitch my knee pulling it up high. I do the same with my other one then I feel the tip of him between my legs. As he looks into my eyes, he slides inside me. It feels so full and so good.
Perfect. A perfection I’ve never felt. A perfection so flawless, I know for a fact nothing could ever come close to this. Ever.
I lift my hips for more contact but he moves slowly in and out of me.
“Jude, please.” It’s embarrassing, but I’m begging for him to move faster, harder. I need more.
“Hang on, baby, I want to feel you,” he rasps as I feel his lips on my ear.