My erection bulges in my boxers, dying to be free, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea until he’s suited up.Shit!“Condoms,” I say, my eyes going wide with the realization I don’t have any. Fuck it. I bound to the side of the bed and pick up the phone, ready to dial the concierge to have a box delivered immediately.
Rachel’s hand grips my wrist. “I’m clean. I’m on birth control. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was tested, and, well, if you are too . . .” Fuck me.Is she really offering this to me?
“I always use condoms, and haven’t been with anyone since I was tested either.” My dick bobs in agreement, but I don’t want her to regret one moment of our time together. “If you want, I’ll go get condoms. We’ve waited this long, what’s a few more minutes? Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”
“I want you.” Her chin lifts and she presses up on one elbow to seal her lips over mine. “Now,” she whispers between kisses. The sweep of her tongue in my mouth draws a moan—from her or me, I don’t really know. “Inside me. Nothing between us.” She relaxes back onto the bed, dragging me with her.
I brace my hands on the mattress, kissing and punishing her lips with my mouth. Her hands go to the waistband of my boxer briefs, and with the help of her feet, she pushes them down my legs. I kick them off the rest of the way. My mouth moves to her breasts.
She grips me in her hands, stroking my length until I’m so hard I might explode. “Jude.” She scoots down the mattress so we’re perfectly aligned. My cock dips into her folds, wetness coating the tip. “Please.”
My intention to go slow flies from my mind the second my hips thrust forward. Wet. Tight. Heaven. Her body grips my length. I still, savoring the pleasure of this moment. I kiss her, rolling my hips to pull out, then plunge in deeper. “Good?” I ask.
Her gaze lifts, and the soft smile that plays on her lips fills my chest with pride. “So good.” Her fingers scratch my back on their way to my ass. She swivels her hips. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me.”
The last of my resolve snaps like a broken rubber band, and I make it my mission to give her everything she asks for. Sweaty bodies. Ragged breaths. We come together over and over, fast and slow, hard and deep. I refuse to orgasm before she does, which makes this time a battle of wills and a challenge of biology. Each time I get too close to the edge, I back off, taking a moment to lavish her breasts with my mouth.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. The delay of my release builds the connection between us. Whispered words of praise. Demands. Begging. It heightens my senses, my awareness of her needs as much as my own.
“Fuck, Rachel. You’re so good.” I pump my hips with everything I have, altering my position to stroke her clit with my thumb.
That does the trick.
Her moans come faster, louder. Her body thrashes. She digs her fingers into my skin. “Don’t stop.” She bucks her hips. “Oh, God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” The chant continues as she flies over the edge and her entire body shudders. Her pussy tightens and my dick responds, finally shooting off the load I’ve been holding back the entire time I was inside her.
A groan roars through my chest and my muscles tighten as I come. But even through my release, I continue to stroke her clit. Drawing out her pleasure. She rides it like a surfer catching a ground swell.
“Don’t stop.”I wouldn’t dream of it.
Finally, on a ragged breath she sighs, her body going soft into the bedsheets. “Oh, God. Jude. Don’t ever stop fucking me.” A laugh bubbles past her lips. “You are really good at that. Fuck. I came so hard.” She tips her chin up and weaves a hand through my hair, pulling me to her for a kiss. “Good?”
Is she kidding me?“So. Fucking. Good.” I enunciate each word with a thrust of my pelvis and even though I’m not hard again, my dick gives a little kick at the idea of more.
Laughter drains from her face, desire stealing its place. “Can we do it again? Already?” She glances down between our bodies. “Can you—?”
“Get hard? For you?” My pulse races, heart hammering in my chest. I’d do just about anything for this woman, and while the thought is terrifying, it doesn’t scare me away. “Absolutely.” I claim her lips in a kiss that tells her everything I can’t say with words. That she’s perfect. That I don’t deserve her or this happiness. That I want it anyway.
42
Rachel
“Wake up, beautiful.” Jude’s gruff, gravelly voice breaks through my haze of sleep. His hand rubs along my hip and his body cocoons mine from behind. I shiver at his touch, and snuggle back into his embrace. His body is like a heater and better than any blanket. “Morning, Rachel.” He presses a kiss to the back of my neck.
“Hey,” I say, cracking my eyes open for the first time since last night. I’d turn to kiss him, but my breath is no doubt horrible. The image of every naughty, delicious thing we did last night races through my mind. I want to do it all again. My eyes flutter shut again, and I arch my back, delighted at his hardness pressing against my ass.I’m not the only one. Thank, God.
He releases a groan and the sound scatters goose bumps all over my body. “We should probably head back.” His hand comes up to knead my breast.
“No.” I shake my head, pressing back and tilting my hips so his hardness aligns with where I’m already wet. “I never want to leave. Let’s stay here.”
“Forever?” He brushes my hair to the side and presses a kiss to my spine. His hips move in rhythm with mine, thrusting forward each time I press back. His cock rubs over my slick folds, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he tortures me with sensual kisses. “What about Walter? Who will take care of him? And your job? You don’t want to no-show tomorrow.”
“Okay, we can leave.” I bite back the urge to groan. “But only if you promise more of your mouth. On me.”
“I think we can arrange that.” He wraps one arm around my stomach, dragging my back to his muscled chest, then skirts his fingers low on my abdomen. Dancing them around my center, teasing my clit until I can’t take it anymore.
“Jude. Fuck me.” I arch back against him. “Please.”
My face buries into the mess of pillows and hotel linens as he rolls me on my stomach. He lifts my hips and shoves a pillow under my belly. Straddling the back of my thighs he parts my folds with his fingers, pumping them inside me a few times before he replaces them with his cock.
