And just like the rest of him, I wanted it all overme.
He stroked himself a little, running his hand slowly up and down his shaft as he gazed down at me, all abs and flexing muscles and tattoos. His jeans were still on, but kind of down around his hips, and it was hands-down the sexiest thing I’d everseen.
“How do you want it?” he asked me, his voice, like his eyes, kind of dazed and sex-hazed.
I answered by asking him right back, “How do you wantit?"
“I could kiss you all night,” he said, still strokinghimself.
I groaned. “You like torturingme.”
“That could be fun,” he said. “But I’d rather make you come. You wantthat?”
“I don’t really think I have a choice,” I said, swallowing. Because I really didn’t think I could resist coming with this man on top of me, no matter what he wasdoing.
“Mmm.” He lowered himself over me again and for the next God-knew-how-long he did torture me—with his mouth and his hands, his teeth and his tongue. He peeled off my panties and kissed, licked and sucked on every fucking place on my body—exceptmypussy.
It was almost getting to the point where in the back of my mind I started to wonder if there was a problem. Like, was he one of those weird guys who didn’t like to go down? Because if so, I was gonna have to remedy that somehow. After enduring the full-body tongue bath, I wanted his face between my legs so bad I could’vescreamed.
I was already screaming softly, into his mouth, as he worked his fingers between my legs… then gradually slid a couple of them into me. He worked me like a man who was very comfortable with the female body. And I always kept myself neat and tidy down below. So what was theproblem?
“Jude,” I gasped when he broke our kiss to feast on my breasts, again, “can you please go down on me? Just for a second? I’m like aching here. Or at least put your dick in my mouth. You’re fucking killingme.”
He chuckled a bit and bit down on my nipple lightly, before dragging his beautiful lips up my chest and kissing me again. “Sweetheart,” he whispered against my lips, “I go down on that sweet pussy you’ve got and I’m gonna come in my pants.” It must’ve been a figure of speech, since his dick was already out of his pants, but I got his meaning; his fingers were still inside me and he undulated them around as hespoke.
I cried out. “Fuck. Okay. Then take your stupid pants offalready.”
Helaughed.
“Are you on drugs or something? How do you have so much patience?” Seriously, I didn’t think I’d ever made out with a guy half as long as this before he blew hisload.
“Told you,” he said, as he slipped his fingers out of me and finally kicked off his jeans, “I could kiss you allnight.”
He crawled up over me again. It was probably one of the sweetest things a guy had ever said to me, but I was still squirming with impatience. “Do you want me to beg?” I ran my hands down his stomach and grabbed his cock, just gently, and stroked him as I spoke, loving the way it made his eyelids lower and his breathing get heavier. I giggled from the strange tension. I really wasn’t used to this brand of sexual tension with a guy. “Because I willbeg…”
“No,” he said, sliding his fingers into me again. “I don’t want you to beg,V.”
Then he started fucking me with his fingers, for real, and I almost went right over the edge. I dug my heels into the futon and squirmed up and away from his hand, alleviating the pressure of his thumb or his knuckle or whatever the fuck was bearing down on myclit.
“Put on a condom,” I ordered him. “Rightnow.”
So he got up and found one, and when he came back to me, he rolled it on. I watched, mesmerized by all his sexiness, just kinda grounding myself in the moment. The fact that I was here, on Jude’s bed, and we were about to be together for the firsttime.
He spread my thighs around his hips, and he was pretty gentle about actually putting it in. I was super wet, but he was big, and those first few seconds when he pushed into me were a blend of pleasure and discomfort. He took it slow, easing in, until I smacked him on the ass. “You won’t breakme.”
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down above my head again. Then he shoved in farther, making me gasp. “This what you want?” he asked, his dark eyes onmine.
“Yeah. That’s what Iwant…”
But once he was in me, the torture didn’tlessen.
It just gotworse.
He fucked me so fuckingslow. Deep but slow, holding my arms pinned above my head, his hips churning slowly between my thighs, his weight pressing medown.
“That good for you?” he asked me, when he’d hit a steady, deeprhythm.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Yeah, Jude, it’s good forme.”
