"Your turn to listen to me. I don't care what you think you heard or what you believe. I know you love me, Skyler West, and I know that you know I love you. When you love someone, you talk to them and tell them your problems. You resolve them together. Do you know why I left Paris? Why I didn’t try to resolve things with Pierre?”
I shake my head.
“Because I didn’t love him. Not like I love you. There was nothing to save.”
He comes closer, and my hands twitch with the need to touch him.
"We deserve to be together, Sky. I can help pay whatever debt your dad is in. The money from the restaurant should be in my account in a few days. I don't need it. Everything I need is right in front of—"
I stop him by slamming my mouth onto his for a searing kiss. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me back until we're both breathless.
"I love you so much, baby, and I'm so sorry about what I said last night. I didn't mean any of it."
"Yes, you did. You were protecting yourself, and you were protecting me like you always do."
My throat feels so tight that all I can do is nod.
"So, here's how this is going to work," he doesn't let go of me but points out to the closet. "I've taken up half of your closet, and you're getting the lower drawers on the dresser because I want to look at your ass every time you bend down to take a shirt out."
"I think I can live with that," I say, and then walk him back toward the bed slowly, removing my shirt and his without taking my mouth off of him.
He lies on the bed, and I follow, pulling down his jeans, underwear, and socks until he's fully naked.
My mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock, heavy against his belly. I get rid of the rest of my clothes and kneel between his legs. I suck his balls into my mouth, hearing his intake of breath when I tug them with my teeth.
I run my tongue down his crease and suck his hole. My cock is hard and hanging heavy, jolting with every curse word out of Jud's mouth, every caught breath.
When I'm happy that he's relaxed enough, I search out a condom and lube and sheath my neglected cock. I'm wound so tight that even putting the condom on feels too good.
Jud grabs the bottle of lube from my hands and squirts some onto his fingers.
I'm lost for words at the sight of him readying himself for me with the same desperation I feel.
"I want to ride you."
I sit up and grab some pillows to place behind my back before leaning against the bed frame. Jud straddles me, and without any warning, impales himself on my cock.
"Fuck," I cry while he lets out a moan.
I put my hands on his hips, but he doesn't want to go slow as he lifts his hips up and slams down on me again.
"Sky, god, you feel so good."
"This isn't going to last, baby."
"Oh, yes it will because we can keep on doing this over and over again, Sky. Every day, every night, for the rest of our lives.
His words are a claiming stake on my heart, and my body reacts by letting go. He brings his hand to his cock and strokes himself until he's spilling all over my chest.
His channel grips my dick tighter as he's coming, and it's like a ripple of aftershocks straight onto my cock.
He falls onto my chest, breathing heavily. I wrap my arms around him feeling his heartbeat under my touch.
Will sex between us always be like this? I can't wait to spend the rest of my life finding out.
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Judson
