I stepped out of them, feeling utterly exposed in just my tank top and underwear. The cool air of the apartment raised goosebumps across my skin, or maybe it was the way he was looking at me — like I was something sacred and profane all at once.
“I've thought about this,” he admitted, his voice rough. His hands slid up the back of my calves, thumbs tracing the sensitive hollow behind my knees. “Since the first day you walked inside the church.”
His thumbs worked higher, past my knees and my inner thighs, until he reached the soft cotton of my panties. Each inch of progress left a trail of heat that made me shiver. I leaned back against the wall for support, my legs suddenly unreliable. I didn’t rightly know when the panties disappeared; I just knew they were gone, and he was urging one of my legs over his shoulder.
I gasped at the first touch of his mouth against me, so hot. My fingers scrambled for purchase against the wall, finding nothing to hold onto as his tongue made a slow, devastating path through my pussy. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his eyes burning with something primal. “Don't hold back,” he commanded. “I want to hear you. Just like I heard you in that shower.”
The reminder of my private moment turned into public knowledge made heat flood my cheeks, but before I could respond, he returned to his task with renewed purpose. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him as he worked me with his mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention that had me panting in seconds.
I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, surprised at its softness. He growled against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body.
“Judah,” I whispered, my head falling back against the wall.
He hummed in approval, the sound reverberating through me. One of his hands left my thigh, and I felt his finger trace where his mouth had been. And I pulled away. On instinct.
He looked up. “What?”
“I… it’s…”
Shit.
I tried to come up with a believable lie but couldn’t.
It was lame.
“You’re a virgin,” he deduced.
I closed my eyes and nodded.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice softer than I'd ever heard it. I forced my eyes open to find him still kneeling, his expression intense but no longer predatory. “Does that change what you want?”
I swallowed hard. “No. I wantyou. Just…”
“You’re not sure if you’re ready.”
“Yes.”
“Is tongue okay? Should’ve asked beforehand but—” He took a deep breath.
“Tongue is fine.”
A slow smile spread across his face, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my inner thigh. “Justfine?”
“Better than fine,” I admitted, feeling myself blush.Everywhere.“Much better.”
His eyes darkened with satisfaction. He rose with my leg still resting against his shoulder and before I could understand what’s happening, I was lying on the couch with his head between my thighs. His tongue traced patterns that made me gasp and tremble, building a tension low in my belly that coiled tighter with each passing moment. The pleasure washed through me in waves.
My thighs began to shake as he focused his attention on that one spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. One of his hands slid up my body to cup my breast through my tank top, thumb brushing over my nipple in time with the movements of his tongue.
The dual sensations pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry I couldn't suppress, my body arching against him. He didn't relent, working me through every tremor until I was gasping and pulling away from the overwhelming sensation.
Only when I collapsed back against the cushions did Judah finally lift his head, his lips glistening in the dim light. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving mine.
“That should get you through the weekend,” he said.
I couldn't form words yet, just nodded weakly. My limbs felt like honey, warm and fluid.
