“I want you to play with your nipples while watching me, and Jules?”
“Yes?” Her hand slowly teases the side of her stomach, going near her lace thong she’s wearing.
“You quit playing, I’ll quit stripping. It’ll only make me draw this out longer.” I unbuckle my belt, whipping it out of my jeans. I see the desire in her eyes when I place it on the bed. Jules has one hand torturing her nipple, while the other one is dipped below her lacey garment, and I can see her playing with her clit.
“Hurry, Hudson,” she pleads. I take the rest of my clothes off before coming up between her spread legs. Jules’ hips are lifting up, trying to chase her own orgasm. I’m not going to let that happen.
“Stop,” I demand. She whines a complaint, but it’s incoherent, and her hands are still moving beneath her panties.
I take matters into my own hands. Grabbing her by her hips, I flip her over onto her hands and knees, tearing the thong she has on in two. I watch her fingers, glistening with her wetness for a few seconds before my hand comes down on her ass. “More,” she moans.
“God damn, you were made for me.” Instead of it making her stop, it only spurs her on. I smack her ass a few more times until it’s pink, not in the same place each time, though; I don’t want her bruised. I only want her to feel the pleasurable sting while I take her from behind. When I get to the inner curve of her ass, I tell her, “Move that hand away.” She does as I say, and when the palm of my hand smacks the side of her pussy, it has her clenching. The way her body is arched, her shoulders down on the mattress, her body glistening with perspiration, I know she’s on the verge of coming. Too bad that won’t happen.
“You ready for me, Jules?”
“God, yes,” she pleads with me.
I line my hard cock up to the entrance of her pussy, knowing I’ll have her every way I can tonight. My hands grasp her by her hips, and I slowly slide inside her, inch by painful inch. Her pussy clenches down on the head of my cock. It has me throwing my head back and groaning.
“More, please more. I need to feel all of you.” Her hand not holding onto the comforter comes up, reaching for my hand on her hip. She spurs me into action, and I sink all the way inside her.
“This right here is the most beautiful gift you could ever give me, Jules,” I whisper in her ear as I go down on my hands, caging her body with my own.
Her hips move back, in tune with my every thrust. We’re both moving slowly, building each other up until Jules’ moans grow louder, her movements getting more erratic.
“Play with that pretty clit of yours, gorgeous,” I say.
I feel her hand move down. Every time she pets her clit, her fingers graze the shaft of my cock as it tunnels in and out of her tight pussy.
When she clenches down on me, I know we’re both about to explode. My lips find hers as we swallow each other’s moans as I come inside her, praying like hell she isn’t on birth control. I want my seed deep inside her, making a baby with Jules.
Our bodies are spent. I’m draped over her body, and she’s welcoming my weight, our sweat-slicked skin cooling off with the hum of the ceiling fan.
“This is heaven, Hudson. Pure heaven.” I can hear the happiness in her voice.
“It’s only the beginning, Jules.” I move off of her, going to my side, so we’re now facing one another.
“I can’t wait for your home to be done. You know I love you, and of course the bed,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “But I love that it’s a home, a real home. A place for Beau to run. I can see a playhouse out in the backyard at some point and coming home to you every night.”
“Then I guess we should talk about throwing out your birth control, finishing this house, and making that dream a reality.”
“Do you mean that? Because, if you do, you know I’m all for it.” Jules’ eyes light up.
I roll to my back, and she launches on top of my lap, straddling me, and fuck, I’m already hard for round two. “I mean that with all I have to give, Jules.” My hands go to her hips, sitting her up so she can slide down on top of me. This time, I let her lead, taking her sweet time as we make love again and again throughout the night.
24
Jules
One Month Later
The past month has been us shuffling back and forth between mine or Hudson’s place. We have less than a week before his house will be completely finished. It’s been a lot of fun, but it also showed me where he and I clash from time to time, too. Everything from the walls to where furniture will be placed, down to the hardware for the bathroom vanity, we bickered about all of it, it seems. Then I had to take a step back because his house isn’t my own, and that brought on a fresh bout of tears. He had no idea why I was crying but eventually pried it out of me. I was a blubbering mess when I said, “I’m not sure why we’re fighting. This is your home. You should be making these decisions, not me.”