I don’t know how it can happen again so soon, but it comes over me. As I start to breathe hard, I feel Jude’s hand come in between us and presses his thumb at my clit and he starts to move—really move. This one is quick but intense and even better with Jude moving inside me now, fast and hard.
Some remote part of my brain realizes he’s breathing heavy, holding himself up on his forearms so he doesn’t hurt my ribs and I pull my legs up as far as I can and I can feel him plant himself deep inside me once, again, again and the fourth time so deep, he stays there.
Balancing on one forearm as the other tucks under my back, he falls to the side, pulling me over, him on his back and me on top, yet still connected. He presses into me while pulling me down one more time, making me shiver, feeling it from where I’m still sensitive from my now second Jude induced orgasm.
We both lay here, me naked, my knees still hitched high against his sides, snuggled on top of him and I realize he still has his jeans on. Something about that feels sexy and intimate. I snuggle in, trying to get as close to him as I can with my face buried in his neck and he’s back to lightly stroking me from my neck to my ass, over and over.
“Sugar,” he turns his head slightly, his lips in my hair. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”
“Seriously, Jude,” I say without moving—I’m too relaxed. “How about this, if you hurt me, I’ll give you a code word. It’ll be ‘ouch’.”
His hands stop on my ass and his fingertips grip me lightly. Still hard, he presses his hips up into me and I gasp as he says, “You’re gonna be a smart ass when I’m still inside you, babe? For the first time, too?”
Still not moving a muscle, I reply, “Only if you keep asking me that.”
At my words, he knifes up at the waist, pulling me out of my post-first-time-sex-with-Jude-induced-coma, yanks my legs around, so I’m sitting astride him, doing all this while he’s still inside me. He puts one hand in my hair to hold my head and one to my ass holding me tightly impaled on top of him.
His melty eyes gaze intensely into mine. “Tell me you get me, Gabby. Tell me you get that this is where I want to be. Not just here,” he pulls me down on his still hard shaft, “but everywhere in your life. Tell me you get it now.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and into his hair. “I get you, Jude.”
We’re so close, I can tell he smiles big but I can only see it in his eyes.
“Thank you for trusting me Gabby,” he says and kisses me. “Do you want to go clean up?” he asks and I give him a small nod. “Okay. I’ll go pick up the kitchen, you go do your thing, but do not get dressed.”
My eyes go big but I don’t say anything.
“Come back to bed just like this. I’m not done with you yet. I’ve been sleeping next to your soft, sweet self for what seems like a year and I’m not close to having my fill, sugar. I’ve got plans for you.”
“Plans?”
“Yep.” His lips tip. Then, with a whole new look in his eyes, he lowers his voice. “I want a taste of you, baby. After what we just shared, I can’t go another day without it.”
I feel myself spasm around him where he’s still hard inside me. I can tell he felt it too because his eyes flare and he kisses me deep. His head barely pulls back and he gives me a soft swat on my ass. “Go clean up. Now.”
Wow. Super excited about his plans, I look into his melty eyes and with what feels like a naughty smile, I say, “Okay.”
He lifts me at my waist helping me up and I realize after the fact that if my ribs hurt, everything else he did to me felt so good, I didn’t even notice. Smiling at him over my shoulder, I skip off to the bathroom to clean myself up and secretively grab a robe while he cleans the kitchen.
Jude will just have to deal with it.
“I’m so sorry I haven’t been over to see you yet. I’m a terrible friend.”
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m still under house arrest, but regardless of being under house arrest, I’ve stayed busy.
Workers have been in and out of my house for the last four days installing new baseboards, painting, and my new carpet was installed yesterday. I wouldn’t have had time to work with my clients even if I was allowed out of the house. I’ve been busy cleaning up after workers, organizing closets, moving stuff from room to room and basically getting the bottom half of my house back in order. I’m really lucky to get all of this done so quickly, but since I work with these contractors feeding them lots of business, they’ve fit me in, and I’m grateful.
The basement has been one thing but getting used to Jude being a part of my daily life is another. Not that it’s been a hard adjustment to have him here every night—it’s wonderful. In fact, I’m getting so used to it that I forget to worry about it being taken away from me and guarding myself. Even though the past two weeks have been insane, it hasn’t escaped me that all the happy amongst the crazy feels great and I’m getting so used to the happy that I’m losing the barriers I’ve built to protect myself over the last four years. I know it has everything to do with Jude.
But Jude is at work today, I think he has some new lead on Trevor. He’s really vague about the whole Trevor search, but I’ve been so busy with my basement, I haven’t been too much of a pain about it. However, now that my basement is practically finished and mostly in order, I plan on being hell on wheels this week to get back to my normal routine.
It’s been over a week since Trevor attacked and threatened me. I’ve been cooperative for Jude and my family’s sake, not to mention I was recuperating and busy with my basement. But now I’m feeling great, I’m even been back to running on the treadmill the last couple of days and barely feel my ribs at all. Everyone had better watch out, I’m not planning on being so cooperative with their demands this week.
Tony came over to hang out with me while Jude went to work this afternoon. He’s now getting high on paint fumes in the basement watching football since Leigh made a surprise visit. Even though the three of us were tight in high school, Tony gave Leigh a warm smile, but excused himself quickly. I guess Tony would rather breathe paint fumes than listen to girl talk.
“Leigh, please don’t worry. You called about half a million times, I’m just glad you’re feeling better. That must have been some dreadful stomach flu to throw you off for so many days. You are feeling better, right? You still look a little peaked,” I say, worried about my friend.
Leigh is striking, taller than me, five-nine with super longs legs. She’s got a great slender figure, much thinner than me but unlike me who has to run and eat salads to maintain my body, Leigh can eat like a linebacker but always looks like a supermodel with small curves that fit her perfectly. Her light blonde hair is long, past her bra strap with lots of layers for a flippy easy going style, but it always looks great even if she lets it air dry. She has high cheekbones, a petite nose, with flawless fair skin that doesn’t need makeup. But today her normally glowing complexion looks pale and her normally bright green eyes look lifeless and drab.
"Seriously, Leigh, are you sure it's not anything more than the stomach flu?"
Her lifeless eyes cast downward and to the side. "No, I'm good." Looking back up to me, she adds, "I've just been so worried about you. I cannot believe everything you've gone through with Trevor. Everyone always knew he was a creep, but this is crazy. Has Megan tried to call you anymore?"