His hands roamed over my body going lower and lower.
He parted my thighs and his fingers found me. He let out a hiss. “You’re so wet for me. Do you know how fucking hot that is?” His eyes found mine as he slipped a finger inside me.
I gasped, not expecting it, and clawed at the bedcovers.
“I want to taste you,” he breathed. A moment later his mouth was on me and I gasped again, even louder this time.
“Jude,” I panted his name, my hands flailing. I didn’t know what to do or what to hold on to. I was pretty sure I was about to float away. His hands pushed against my stomach, holding me immobile.
The sensations he created in my body caused sparks to glitter behind my closed lids.
My hips were desperate to move as pressure built in my body.
I could feel the pleasure in my body building to dangerous, soul-shattering levels.
He hummed low in his throat as his tongue lapped against me.
My limited sexual experience had never included this. I’d never believed it could feel this good. But oh my god.
He sucked harder and I came undone, screaming his name. Or at least I thought it was his name. My mind seemed to have turned to mush.
I gulped down air, unable to get enough oxygen to my lungs.
Jude kissed his way up my stomach, over my breasts, before taking my lips with his. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me. There was so much I needed to say to him that I just couldn’t, so I showed him with that kiss.
His body shook and he seemed to understand.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, kissing the area where my neck met my shoulder.
“Yes,” I gasped desperately. There was no way I wanted him to stop now. Was he crazy?
“Thank God,” he kissed me again, sucking on my bottom lip. He undid his belt and kicked off his jeans and boxers.
My eyes roamed over his chest before looking lower. I swallowed thickly. Yeah, I was totally staring at him like a creeper, but I couldn’t help myself. He was beautiful everywhere.
I reached out and ran my hand up and down his length. His hips bucked as his eyes closed.
A moment later he took my hands, pining both above my head. Before I could be hurt by his actions, his hooded eyes met mine. “Later,” he promised. “But right now I need to be inside you.”
He reached over to his nightstand to grab a condom. I put a hand on his arm to stop him.
“We don’t need one of those,” I told him.
His brows furrowed. “Unless you want little Jude Jr. in nine months, then yes we do,” he kissed the end of my nose.
I shook my head. “I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”
A shiver passed over his body. “Are you sure?” He asked and there was a look of awe in his eyes. “I’ve never had sex without one before.”
“I’m sure,” I nodded.
His body shook and he kissed me. He took his time too, memorizing the feel of my lips and tongue. Then, when he knew I was relaxed he slid inside me the tiniest bit. I gasped from the intrusion, fighting to get away. He grabbed my hips and looked into my eyes. “It’s okay,” he assured me. “We take this slow.”
I nodded, swallowing thickly.
He slid inside a little further and I winced. He was too big. This was never going to work. I was pretty sure I was about to be split in half. For some reason this seemed worse than when I’d lost my virginity.
“Tate,” he gasped, like it pained him to speak. “Look at me.”