JUDE GRAVES
The deep, even rhythm of her breathing is the only sound in the room besides the distant ocean. We fell asleep tangled together, but she’s moved in the night, scooting her perfect ass back into me. The soft cotton of her sleep shirt is no barrier. The press of her curves against my front, against my already-hardening cock, is a special kind of torture.
Fuck.
I am so addicted to this. To her. My mind is hazy with sleep, but my body is wide awake, screaming for her. It’s an ache, a relentless need that lives deep in my bones. It always has. It always will.
I sigh and stare at the ceiling, thinking about the horrifying complexity of my life. My dick is now so hard that it’s almost painful. I can’t help myself. My hand skates down her side, my fingertips memorizing the delicious dip of her waist, the flare of her hip. I press a soft kiss to the curve of her shoulder through the thin fabric.
She lets out a soft, muffled moan into her pillow and pushes back against me again, a sleepy, instinctive grind that makes my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never wanted to be inside someone so much in my life. It was always her. It will always,onlyever be her.
I can’t take it anymore. My fingers tease at the elastic waistband of her thong, dipping beneath it to skim the top of her ass. She lets out a small, breathy sound and then, bless her, she rolls onto her back. Her eyes are still closed, her face smooth and peaceful in the faint moonlight. And her thighs...her thighs fall open in a silent, beautiful invitation.
I lean over her, kissing along her collarbone, breathing her in. She smells like sleep and vanilla andus. She lets out a breathy giggle, a little smile gracing her lips.
“Jude,” she mumbles, her voice thick and drowsy. “Again?”
I chuckle and nuzzle her neck. “Em, I can’t get enough of you. Plus,” I add, nipping gently at her earlobe, “you keep pressing your ass into my dick.”
She laughs, her eyes finally fluttering open. She looks up at me, her brown eyes warm and full of love. She stretches like a cat, arching her back, deliberately opening her thighs for me even wider. A wicked grin on her cute, full lips.
I raise my brows. “Ya wanna?”
She snorts. “Howromantic, Jude.God.”
A genuine laugh bursts from me, and I lean down to capture her mouth with mine in a soft, lingering kiss.
“When it comes to you,” she murmurs against my lips, “I nevernotwanna.” She kisses me back, her hands coming up to slide into my hair. That’s all the consent I need. I shift, moving on top of her, my body caging hers. I gather the hem of her sleep shirt and slowly push it up, revealing inch after inch of smooth, warm skin. The swells of her breasts, her flat stomach, the sweet curve of her hips. I hook my fingers in her thong and pull it down her legs, tossing it aside.
I kiss my way back up her body, worshipping her with my mouth. I take my time, savoring her. I suck a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue until she’s gasping and arching off the bed. At the same time, I sink two fingers inside her. She’s already so wet, so ready for me again. She moans, a deep, throaty sound that goes straight to my cock, and her hips roll, fucking herself on my hand.
God, I love every fucking sound she makes.
I am so impatient, a live wire of pure need. I want to drive into her, over and over, until neither of us can think. I want to fill her again and again. I want to get her fucking pregnant. The thought hits me like a freight train.
No, Jude, stop that.
But I can’t help it. We’d make amazing parents...ifI could just get my shit together.IfI could be the man she deserves.
I replace my fingers with the head of my cock, sinking into her. Her eyes meet mine, widening until I’m as deep as I can go.
Oh, god, baby.
My eyes practically roll back into my skull. She’s so tight, so warm, so fucking perfect. She feels likehome. Sheishome. I don’t wait. I can’t. I set a rhythm immediately, a deep, steady pace that has her gasping my name. I brace my arms on either side of her, and her smooth thighs wrap around my waist, her hips meeting every one of my thrusts.
I watch her body move beneath mine, her breasts bouncing, her lips parted. The sight of her, lost in the feeling of us, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A sudden, primal urge surges through me—a need to mark her, to claim her in some small way. I lean down, my mouth finding the smooth skin of her shoulder, and I bite. It’s hard enough to make my point.
She yelps, and her nails dig into my biceps. Her pussy clenches around my cock in a sudden, shocking tightness that makes me see stars.Fuck.I have to hold myself still for a second, buried deep, just feeling her pulse around me.Being inside her is where I always want to be.She takes me so perfectly, like we were made for each other.
I can feel how needy she is, her body writhing beneath mine, her breath coming in ragged pants. She’s begging to come without saying a word. So I adjust my angle, just slightly, and hit that sweet, deep spot inside her that has her crying out, her back bowing off the bed.
“Jude, oh, god.”
That’s it. That’s my undoing. The feeling of her tightening around me, the raw need in her voice...my hands fist the sheets and my rhythm falls apart completely. Her orgasm is ripping mine right from me, tearing it from my goddamn soul. My muscles clench, every nerve ending firing at once. I slam into her body, three, four hard, frantic, deep thrusts, burying myself to the hilt as I pump my release into her again.
I collapse onto her, my forehead resting on her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. I never want to leave this warmth. This bliss. I’d love to just freeze time and stay right here.
A part of me honestly hates myself for allowing her into my life again, because there’s a good fucking chance that I’ll have to leave her.