He shuts the door and swipes the towel over himself before pulling it off, rubbing his hair and beard with it, then rubbing his towel over my hair. He dries my shoulders and squats to dry my legs and feet and then drops it.
Rising, Jude pulls the towel off me and throws it, then shoves me and I fall onto his bed on my back with a gasp.
He stalks up the bottom of the bed like a predator and I find myself gulping while crab-walking backwards. Not to get away, to get more comfortable, but the way he catches my ankle, I know he’s thinking I’m trying to escape.
His hand shackles my ankle as he plants a kiss on it before his mouth dots more kisses all the way up to my knee.
Holy fuck. I’m going to have that mouth on my pussy again.
And I’m not drunk. I’ve had a few drinks, but they haven’t really affected me. I think the adrenalin from the stress has burnt the alcohol off or something. I get to be fully aware of all of this and I’m not going to pass out immediately afterwards this time.
He licks between my legs, staring at my face while his tongue dips in. Then, he slurps on my clit just briefly, making me spread wider and blow out a breath as I feel my piercing clink against his teeth.
He doesn’t stay put though. He’s then kissing, nipping at, and tonguing my torso all the way up to my breasts.
I’m squirming as he does it, going from tickling to tantalizing and teasing. I reach for him and my arms are then pinned over my head with one of his hands at my wrists. I startle at the angry look on his face as his mouth moves close to mine.
“I’m gonna fuck you, and I’m not gonna stop until I’ve worked out this frustration. You’re not gonna get to come until I’m ready to let you. How do you feel about that right now?”
I move in closer, our lips nearly touching, and I say,
“Do it your way. I’m game. Give me whatever you have in you to give me because this is the very last time you get to fuck me. Ever.”
“I don’t think so,” he grinds out between clenched teeth.
His cock nudges and then he plows in, to the root, his eyes flaming with a ferocity that almost frightens me but more so arouses me.
I cry out at the depth, at the stretch, at the heady sensation of being impaled by the cock of his fantasy-level perfect body. What’s even more surreal is that he’s got that handsome face to go with it, those incredible cobalt blue eyes that are supernatural or something, because when they lock with me something insane happens to my insides, to my very instinct.
At the center of me, I know my body wants to give the earth the best shot at my genetics surviving so my body is currently disappointed at my inability, by drugs, to drop egg after egg to help procreate the world with something containing his perfection.
I am so fucking full. And missionary sex is severely underrated.
Being under Jude’s commanding body like this, getting speared by his power as he looks into my eyes like a warrior conquering a difficult adversary? As his fingers clench my hair like he can’t let go otherwise risk losing this amazing fucking feeling? This is insanely good.
He pulls back and drives forward several times, balancing on his forearms, staring with anger at me, and then he moves us so that I’m straddling him and I haven’t lost his cock. I adjust to the new angle with a whimper.
One of Jude’s hands moves to my hip and the other catches my necklace. He holds on.
“Ride me,” he grinds out huskily.
I shiver before I start circling my hips.
Fuck, it feels good. He’s not letting go of my necklace and his fingers of the other hand dig in for a minute before they move around to my ass. That leads to a fingertip grazing my asshole. I grind onto his cock to get some friction for my clit and fuck, that feels good. The slight constriction of my throat? I kind of like it. Who am I kidding? I like all of this.
Jude tugs at my necklace with intention as his finger breaches me in the back, and I don’t fight being pulled down for a kiss. This kiss is angry. Claiming. Rough.
I run my hands up his chest to his jaw on either side and then I whimper as I’m getting the perfect amount of friction everywhere.
Abruptly, we’re moving; he’s lifting me up in the air while still inside me and then my back is put against the wall as he drives up into me with a grunt. His eyes are wild as he takes a handful of my hair into one hand and attacks my throat with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. He’s biting, suckling, kissing, and then with my ear between his teeth, he twists a nipple to just before the point of pain.