Page 90 of Play With Me
Jude hovers over me, waiting for what I have to say.
My heart thunders.Brave. Be brave.“I liked that,” I say, almost whispering.
“Really?” Jude pulls his hand away and lifts himself back up again, his arms once more bracketing my head. “You like it a little rough, Nor? I never would have guessed.”
“Me neither,” I confess.
“I’m not a Dom or anything,” he says, almost apologetically.
I smile. “I don’t know if I’d like it if you were. I just like you…manhandling me a little.”
“Fuck,” Jude groans. “I didn’t think this could get any better,” he whispers. “But in that case…” He rises back up to his knees. “Let me see what I can do for the pretty lady.”
He brings his hands low, to my hips.
“Wait!” I whisper. Then I pull my glasses off, handing them to him. “I don’t want to have to wear the bedazzled ones for the rest of the trip.”
Jude laughs. “Shit, I wouldn’t mind that.” But he takes them from me and I hear a clink as he sets them on the side table.
“Ready, baby?”
My heart flutters. “Yes.” The feeling of finally doing this with Jude, after all these years of being completely convinced he’d never see me this way, is heart-pounding enough. But there’s an added thrill of only being able to see vague shapes, of having to trust Jude so completely as I can’t anticipate what he’s doing.
But I do trust him. And when I feel his hands on my hips, I shiver. “What are you going to do, Jude?”
“I’m going to turn you over, sweetheart.”
My stomach flips and I nod. “Good. Yes.”
Then he does it. Flips me right over so I’m on my stomach, my loose hair flipped over across the bed.
“Then I’m going to pull this beautiful ass up,” he growls, hooking his fingers under my hips and lifting, so I’m on my knees. “And see what’s underneath.”
He grasps the dress in his fists and does exactly what he promised. He pulls it up, over my flesh, so I feel cool air dance against my pantyhose-covered lower half.
Jude sucks his teeth, and I feel his hands trailing over my cheeks. “Fucking perfection. Just like a peach.”
“Oh God,” I let out in a shaky breath, as his fingers dance over my most delicate parts.
“Fuck,” Jude rasps. “You’re wet, Nora. I can feel how wet you are.”
I’ve soaked my panties. I read about that in books, but I didn’t know I could do that. I’d never felt this aroused before. Not once.
Jude’s fingers trail up and down my covered pussy and I lean into him, groaning.
“Are these stockings precious to you, Nora?”
I consider, tipping my face toward him even though I can only see an outline. “I mean, I only brought a few pairs…” My breath hitches as his other hand joins the first, plucking gently at the seat of my pantyhose. “I do like to have extra—”
I’m interrupted by the rip of fabric, the air hitting the bare flesh of my inner thighs now.
“Sorry,” he grunts. “I’ll buy you more.”
Then without any more pretense, one of his hands rests on my back as he slides the gusset of my panties aside with the other. Jude’s fingers slip into my wetness, making me gasp.
“Fuck, Nora. You’re soaked for me.”
I’m already seeing stars. Could I possibly…could he make me…
