As soon as my head is free, my lips drop to her neck and blaze a trail to her chest, yanking her breast free from her bra. Her back arches off the bed as I pull her nipple into my mouth and begin to toy with it. The hardness mixed with the lush softness of her body drives me wild with lust. I need to taste her, explore her entire body, and claim her as mine.
Working her sweatpants down her legs, I rip her panties down too before pushing myself up. I settle back on my feet and stare down at her, dragging my fingertips across her smooth skin. “Give me everything tonight, Reagan. Work out all the hurt and anger against my body,” I tell her as I slide her pants off and climb off the bed. They get tossed to the side, joining the pile of clothing already on the floor.
Her fingers are gripping the comforter and her legs have closed slightly, but I nudge them apart as I climb back onto the bed and nestle in between them.
“Jude,” she moans. “It’s never been like this for me. With you, everything is so much more.”
Tears shine in her eyes and I feel a catch in my throat.
“For me, too,” I say, clearing my throat. “But it’s hard to put into words.”
“Don’t say anything,” she says softly. “Just show me.”
I splay my hand across her stomach and bring my mouth down against her, gently licking her with the flat of my tongue. Her back arches off the bed and she gasps for air, fisting the comforter tighter. My mouth comes down on her again, needing another taste of her sweetness. She moans and flattens her feet against the mattress, letting her legs spread farther.
I’m hungry for her, hungrier than I ever remember being for anything in my life. Her fingers twist into my hair, holding my face against her pussy.
She’s moaning my name and tugging on my hair, driving me crazy with lust as I feast on her body. My tongue is sweeping against her, and her moans grow breathier and higher pitched the harder I suck.
When her breathing turns ragged and she starts to chant, “Yes, Yes,” I know I have her on the brink.
My hands slide under her ass, lifting her body so I can get a better angle. I bury my face against her.
“Yes. Oh, my God. I’m so—” she grunts and goes silent just as her body tenses in my hands.
Her thighs close, trapping me in paradise, but I don’t stop. I could die here and be a happy man. There’s no sweeter death than this. I’m moaning my happiness against her clit, giving her a new sensation as her body’s quaking against me. Her cries of pleasure make my cock throb with need, but there’s something more powerful than that happening inside me. It’s like I’ve already emptied myself into her, in a way that’s more than physical.
She sucks in a breath before collapsing against the mattress. “Fuck.” She blinks repetitively to clear her haze.
My eyes are still locked on hers when I lift my face and lick my lips clean. “That was so fucking hot. There’s nothing like watching you come apart because of me.” I’m climbing up her body and kicking off my pants. When my dick nudges her opening, I stop. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
I start to think of how to remedy the situation. Would the concierge deliver one? I’m sure that would make the tabloids by morning.
Her fingers are stroking my shoulder muscle. “When were you tested?”
“Last month, but it’s been months since I’ve been with anyone. I always use protection and every test has been clean.”
“Me too,” she says, locking her ankles against my ass. “And I’m on the pill.”
Her soft skin and faint amber scent test my already fading control. I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom.
“Reagan…you could tempt a saint.” I want to stay still and memorize the way she feels in this moment, but my body’s screaming at me to crawl inside of her.
“Good thing you’re not one.” She smiles up at me lazily and digs her heels into my ass, pushing my cock against her. She lifts her head and captures my lips with hers. Our tongues tangle together and all thoughts of waiting evaporate. “Fuck me,” she whispers into my mouth.
I may be cautious, but I’m not an idiot. When the woman you’ve fallen in love with tells you to fuck her, you do.
Reaching between us, I guide my cock through her wetness before inserting just the tip, careful not to hurt her. She gasps and tenses underneath me. My vision blurs as I push deeper.
Her warmth surrounds me, and I’m lost. Our bodies move together, grinding against each other slow and purposeful. Our lips are inseparable and our hands are roaming the other’s body as we move in sync.
I’m not banging her like a porn star. This isn’t about showing off or proving my manhood. This is something different—something more.
Our bodies are connected, and our souls are fusing together—becoming one.
When she comes apart beneath me, panting and crying out my name as she milks my cock dry, I know I’ve just lost myself to her forever. And it feels damn good.
We lie side by side with our limbs tangled together, both sweaty and satisfied.
