After a deep breath, he pulled back, sliding slowly out of me and then thrust once again.
I quivered, the pulse hitting deep in my belly. Slowly, he tugged each of my hands overhead, lowering his lips to mine, his eyes searing into me. “Trust me.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded all the same.
With each thrust, he rocked his hips back and forth, stroking my deep knot of nerves from inside. I lifted my hips, tipping my pelvis so that he was able to drive deeper and I squeezed his waist with my knees. “Fuck, yes,” he coaxed, driving harder into me.
Though he was measured and controlled in his movements, each thrust grew more wild. Faster. Like an inferno that began as a single, controlled flame, it was quickly growing into an uncontrollable wildfire.
My body clenched with another orgasm. I gripped onto him, convulsing against his body, shivering in ecstasy. I moaned, crying out Jude’s name with the final moment of pleasure.
His lips touched my ear and he whispered, “God, I love seeing that.”
With each pump, his pace quickened, taking me again and again in deliciously wicked thrusts. His hands tightened around mine and with a final roll of his hips, he threw his head back as an orgasm swept his tensed muscles. Blue veins stood out against his tanned skin and he shouted my name, dragging my mouth to his. Even through the kiss, I watched in awe as the final tremble shook his body. Scraping my lips down his jaw, I sank my teeth into his shoulder.
Sweat slicked along his face and shoulders and he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight against him. “I don’t know that I’ll ever let go of you.”
