Page 91 of Play With Me
I don’t want to get ahead of myself. But I also want him to do more, so I widen my stance on the bed, opening myself for him.
“You want more, baby, don’t you?” Jude asks.
I nod. “Yes,” I whimper. “Touch me more. Put your fingers…” I can’t finish, suddenly shy.
“Inside this pretty pussy?” he finishes for me. “Fucking gladly.”
Then he’s dipping a finger into me, and it feels so incredible, I push back onto him. “More,” I whisper.
Jude adds another finger, and I can’t help myself, I pull up and slide down on that, too. “I have a…toy at home,” I whisper. It’s shaped like…you know. And it fills me completely—”
Jude growls, adding a third finger now. “Fuck, Nora. You’re telling me you fuck a dildo at home?”
I nod. I can’t believe I’m telling him this. I’ve never told anyone this. “And a vibrator too, a little thing I put on my clit and—”
Jude presses down on my back suddenly, so my chest hits the bed, my body more exposed to him. “Keep going,” he growls, before pulling out his fingers and replacing them with his tongue.
I cry out at the sensation of his face being there, too excited to be embarrassed. “Oh God, Jude!”
He pulls his mouth away. “I said keep going, Nora. Please.”
Right. “I—” I gasp as his tongue slides up my length, landing on my clit. I shudder at the feeling of his tongue there, the swirl of sensation where he’s circling me. “Oh my God—” I manage. “I…I have a little toy that touches me there, and vibrates and that’s how I come, Jude. I need both those things and I fuck the dildo while I let the vibrator press against my clit and—”
Jude’s tongue intensifies. I’m panting now, the feeling of his face there so good I can’t breathe. But I think of my setup at home, how elaborate it is, and how the only other way I can come is with a showerhead.
I’m so into this I can’t speak; the words are gone; I just moan. Jude pulls away. “Nora? You okay?”
“Yes,” I pant, my head spinning from his touch and now its absence.
Jude hooks his fingers over the waistband of my pantyhose and underwear and gently tugs them down. “Still okay?”
“Yes,” I moan.
Once they’re down around my thighs, Jude pulls his hands away. Then one comes back, firmly, on my ass. The smack makes me gasp. It’s not hard enough to hurt, not really. “Jude,” I say, my heart pounding.
“Still okay?”
I never understood the appeal of this. Now, I do. Very much. “Do it again.”
“As you wish.” His hand comes down again, harder this time, making my ass sting.
“Again!”
He complies, and this time I shriek, it feels so good. “Can you…I want you to…” I chew my lip, nerves spiking. “I want you to do it while you’re inside of me.”
Jude groans. “Fuck, Nora. You have no idea how hard it is for me not to fucking come right now, and my dick is still in my pants.”
“Then get it out.”
“Nora,” he warns. He grips my ass where he smacked it before, and the heat there is almost too much.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you come, Nora. Over and over again, if I can help it.”
I tense. Those words should thrill me, but instead, I find myself suddenly self-conscious. I have to tell him. “Jude, I can’t—”
His hands are caressing my ass now, but he pauses. “You want me to stop?”
“No. Don’t stop anything. It’s just, I can’t…you know. Do it like this. I don’t think.”
