“Do you want me to wear a condom?” He drags the tip through my dripping slit, spreading my arousal back and forth.” He leans on my back and brings his hands around to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.
“No, I’m on the pill and a clean bill of health as of last month,” I manage to get out as he rubs my clit.
“I’m clean, too,” he confirms. Then he lets go, and my breasts ache for his touch until he slides the tip to my entrance. Tilting my hips for him to grab them, and in one motion, he fills me to the hilt.
Pulling my hips into him, he groans out, “Fuck. You feel so good with your pussy around my cock.”
As he pulls out, I feel the loss of him. Then, he slams back into me over and over again. It’s so desperately slow, I lean back, aching for him, and I can’t hold it in anymore, “Jude, fuck me harder.”
“All in good timing, sweetheart,” he says as he continues this painfully slow motion in and out, edging me closer. I feel his thick cock stretch me with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping and our panting echoes through the room.
And then he picks up the pace, intensifying the movement. Every nerve ending is firing as he continues to fuck me as he crashes into my back wall, thrusting me into the bed. The headboard bangs against the wall with the force of him slamming into me.
My arms can’t hold me up anymore. I collapse on the bed with my head on the pillow. The angle shifts enough for him to drive right to my cervix and panting mixes with moans.
“Your tight pussy feels so fucking sweet wrapped around my cock,” he praises. The tension is high, and after a few more thrusts, I'm going to be putty in his hands.
“Jude, what are you doing to me?” As a moan escapes me. I feel the ecstasy building higher and higher. My body wants him. I arch my back as far as I can so he hits that spot over and over again.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” his husky voice commands. The stars are swirling in my vision. As I let go, my pussy clenchesdown and I can’t move anymore. He slams into me a few more times as my orgasm rattles throughout my body. My heart rate is through the roof, and my body is soaked in our sweat. If he moves, there’s no doubt I could have another orgasm within seconds.
After shifting the angle, he thrusts a couple more times and his jagged movements and groans confirm what I know—he’s spilling his cum inside of me. His hands tighten on my hips as he yanks me backward and I bounce off of him. When he slams into me that last time, I’m coming again, my pussy gripping his cock as my stomach tightens. Coming together is so fucking hot. When he finally loosens his grip, he says, “You good?” Then he runs his hands up and down my spine, sending shivers through my body, and I buck backward with him still inside of me.
“So good,” I say as he slides out. I flip myself over and grab him, pulling him down on me. That smile he gives me turns my entire body into an inferno. I could have this man in my arms every day, and I would never complain. He brushes his fingers through my hair, propping himself up on his elbow. The relief has me closing my eyes, reveling in the feeling of him. Our sweaty bodies stick to each other as our breathing slows.
“Having you in my arms makes me happy,” I say—the truth seeps out of me.
“I’m happy holding you and seeing these flushed cheeks,” he says, stroking my skin.
We stay staring into each other’s eyes as silence envelopes us. It’s shocking to think we still fit together, but we do. I reach up to touch his face and run my thumb over his bottom lip. I love his lips. Once I release his face, he rests his head next to mine. His fingers run up and down my body, sending sparks everywhere he touches. Leaning to my side, I sling my leg over his hip, he grabs my ass and holds it tight.
The butterflies in my stomach take flight. This feeling that I need him in my life and I’ve been missing for years overwhelms me. I can’t help but kiss him softly, knowing I belong here, with him. We lie together as time passes, just holding each other.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to clean up and be right back. Then I’m going to hold you all night while you sleep.”
“That sounds like the perfect way to end tonight. Being in your arms,” I say with a long exhale. I’m content and my mind goes to thoughts of this every night for the rest of my life.
After a few moments, he walks out of the bathroom, and I can’t help but rake my eyes over every inch of his gorgeous body, taking it all in—his broad shoulders and biceps. Those tattoos. Ugh, he’s perfect.
As he walks, his rigid muscles move with him, and then his cock bounces as he makes his way to the bed.
I’m so done for.
All I want to do is lick every inch of him from his neck to his balls.
He slides himself onto the bed and takes the face cloth and wipes me ever so gently. No one has ever taken care of me like this. He bends over and kisses my stomach and down to my pelvic bone. “I want to savor this sweet taste of yours.”
Once we’ve finished cleaning up, we roll to face each other. “Can I rest my head on you?” I ask in a whisper.
“Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s all yours.” He reaches for me and tugs me over to his chest. I rest my head and hear his heart beating. It soothes me to sleep, along with him running his fingertips up and down my back.
I stir when the morning light comes through the windows, my mind goes back to last night. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t remember eighteen-year-old Jude pleasing me the way he did last night, and I’m excited about it.
Not wanting to move too much and wake him up, I stare out the window as the sun comes up. Another day in paradise. As I lie here with Jude’s warmth on me, my body feels lighter. I turn my head to take all of him in—his defined jawline, messy hair, and his exposed chest…I notice there’s ink on almost every inch of his skin that isn’t covered by the blanket. I gawk at his muscles as he moves.
“Good morning,” I whisper in his ear as he starts to wake up.
In a gruff voice, he says, “Good morning, sweetheart.” He hugs me tightly and places a gentle kiss on my temple. “I’m the luckiest guy to wake up with you in my arms.”
