Wordlessly, I did.
The only sound that escaped was a gasp when Jude tipped his head between my thighs, bit down on the gusset of my panties—teasing my clit—and crawled backward, slowly pulling themdown my legs. Before I could feel anything close to bashful, Jude’s hands were pushing my legs apart.
“Open wider, little fox. It turns me on to think of all the ways you like to make yourself come, but I’m going to do something you can’t.”
The sound that left my mouth as he sucked on my clit was inhuman.
Jude peered up from between my legs. “That’s my girl. Just enjoy it.”
I dug my fingers into his hair and tilted my hips up, begging for more. He chuckled against my sex as he lapped at me over and over and over again. I didn’t realize how much I was pulling his hair until he bit down on my clit. “Sorry,” I whimpered as a wave of delight washed through me.
“You can pull my hair any day, little fox,” Jude reassured me. “I like a little pain.”
I dug my fingers into his scalp, making him hiss as he absolutelydevouredme.
“Jude,” I whispered as the telltale tremors of delight began to pulse from my clit up to my breasts. He licked up my entrance and circled my clit. “Jude?—”
“Not yet,” he growled. “Don’t come.”
A caustic laugh slipped. “I don’t think you get to decide when that happens.”
“Trust me”—he lapped at my clit with the flat of his tongue—“I can absolutely decide when you get to come. And I’ve decided that you’re going to come around my cock.”
A wildfire of delight ripped up my spine. “I’m going to?—”
Jude chuckled as he slowly eased up from between my thighs. “No. You’re not.”
I wanted to scream as that fire turned to piercing need. “But . . .”
Jude braced one thick arm over my head as he stretched out and hovered over me. His other hand lingered between my legs, teasing my slick folds, stoking the fire with each touch. “Do you trust me?”
I whimpered as the impending orgasm began to fade into a glittering haze.
The blunt head of his cock nudged against my pussy, slipping in easily at first, then slowing as his girth began to stretch me.
I swallowed as nerves began to creep in, but I nodded.
“Tell me no and I’ll make you come with my fingers. With my tongue. Whatever you want. I’ll make it good. No hard feelings.”
He was giving me an out, proving yet again what a good man he was. Someone more selfish would have taken my first “yes” and run with it.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, then swallowed. “Slowly . . . Maybe.”
The lust in his eyes quickly turned to kindness. “Tell me when you want to stop. We’ll stop. I don’t want to hurt you,” Jude said, just before nudging a little further into my pussy. He stopped and swore. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight little cunt.” A heavy breath slipped free as he slid in and out of me with short, shallow thrusts. “You okay?”
I nodded, clenching my eyes shut as he slid out just a hair, then pushed in twice as far. I gasped at the stretch and delightful burn. Jude dropped his head to the pillow, resting it beside mine as he kissed my neck.
“You’re doing so good, Dr. Hawthorne,” he praised while he repeated the motion, pulling out and pushing in further and further each time. His palm settled on my breast, tenderly teasing my nipple.
My pussy pulsed around his shaft, desperate for a new pleasure I’d never experienced.
“Breathe for me,” he whispered, then waited until I inhaled deeply. The moment I did, he thrust his hips and drove insideof me, fully sheathing himself. “Atta girl. You took me so well. How’s that feel?”
My exhale was threadbare as tears of relief and ecstasy leaked from the corners of my eyes. “Good.”
Jude reached between my legs and massaged my clit as he hunched over me to suck on my nipple. “Just relax for a moment. Get used to it.”
It didn’t take long. Between his hands and his mouth, Jude had me teetering on the edge in the blink of an eye.
