He let out a slow, reverent breath as he skated his hands up and down my hips and waist. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”
I smiled. “Then you didn’t do a good enough job searching my apartment.”
Jude’s brows knitted in confusion.
I leaned down, pressing my breasts to his tattooed chest as I tilted my mouth to his ear and whispered, “You didn’t find my pictures?”
Jude snapped his hips into mine. “What pictures?”
“The boudoir pictures I did after I finished my doctorate.” I smiled against his neck. “Me and my fantastic tits and ass and that very expensive piece of paper.”
Some people spent their twenties getting married, having kids, and buying houses. I spent mine breaking myself over and over for academic success. Since PhD showers aren’t exactly a thing, I spent a little money, posed completely naked with my degrees, and celebrated my damn self.
Jude swallowed. “I’m going to need to see those pictures.”
“Why look at pictures when you can look at me?” I said as I leaned back, giving him the full view.
Jude scrubbed his palms down his face and let out a slow breath. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
I smirked. “What a fucking way to go.”
He fisted the sheets, as if the fabric could keep his hands off me.
Jude’s restraint was honorable. It truly was. But I didn’t want his restraint. I wanted his recklessness.
Somewhere, deep inside of me, I knew I was in good hands.
I curled my fingers in the waistband of his shorts. “May I?”
Jude swore under his breath but nodded.
Curiously, I eased down the waistband as his cock—thick, swollen, and ready for me—sprang free. I hesitated a beat, then wrapped my hand around it. Jude tipped his head back and let out a sharp breath.
“Do you like that?”
To my surprise, he laughed. “Do I like that?” Jude asked, as if it was the most ridiculous question. “Sweetheart, you make mewant to come just by looking at me. There’s nothing you can do that I won’t like.”
I chewed on my lip. “Okay, but I need details. I need a rubric. It’s unhelpful to work without parameters.”
“You and that fucking brain of yours,” Jude muttered good-naturedly as he lifted his hips, eased his shorts and boxers even further down, then widened his thighs to work them off his legs as I straddled his hips.Everyinch of him, save for his cock and a small area around it, was tattooed. “Wrap your hand around and stroke it. Up and down.”
Okay. I could do that. I slid my hand up and down for a moment before his hand wrapped around mine. “Tighter.” He swallowed. “Feels better that way.”
I tightened my grip just a bit, eyes widening as his dick throbbed in my palm.
“There you go,” he soothed. “Just like that. Just like—” His words cut off the moment I trailed my fingers across his balls, just to see what they felt like. “Fuck, Amelia?—”
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah. I like that, sweetheart.” His grin was such an antithesis to what he looked like on the outside, but it was exactly who he was inside.
I pumped his cock in my hand, studying the creases around his eyes as I did.
“That’s enough,” he croaked as his abs flexed and tightened.
“But—” Before I could get another word out, Jude had me pinned down against the bed.
His hair hung in mussed waves as he licked his lips, then bowed between my legs. “Lift your hips.”
