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I convulse around him, endless shockwaves of electricity burning bright and sparking sharply through my body. I moan into his neck. Bite into his skin. Dig my nails into his shoulders.
His resulting grunt, his gravelly sound of approval, has me crying out louder, coming that much harder.
I kiss his throat, his Adam’s apple, the beautifully scratchy edge of his jawline, before meeting his lips. And he devours me in one go, his tongue slipping into my mouth and consuming.
We’re all hands and rushed movements, hurried mouths and claiming kisses, the last few scraps of his clothing ripped from his body and thrown haphazardly onto the floor.
“I need you inside me. Like yesterday,” I pant.
He groans, but there’s a laugh mixed in there, too, and then he’s laying me down on my bed and smothering me with his weight—with the hardness of his entire fucking body—and then we’re kissing again.
I rake my nails down his stomach, before taking him in my hand. I slide my closed fist up and down his smooth length, feeling the beautiful girth of him, the hardness of him, the blunt edge of his tip and the thick veins running down his shaft, moisture beading at the head. I slide it down the underside of his dick with my thumb.
His deep grunt of pleasure sends heat spilling through my limbs, weeding through my veins.
I grasp his biceps, turn us over, and straddle his waist. And then I push myself down on him, taking him all the way to the hilt in one go.
I work myself over him as his words work over me. “You’re so perfect, baby. Fuck, I missed this. I missed you. So fucking much. Look how perfect you are. How good you take me. How your pussy fucking chokes me. I’m so close already. Fuck, Delcan, you’re my goddamn undoing.”
He stills beneath me, his muscles going tense, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he comes. I watch his ab muscles contract, watch the veins in his neck pulse with each and every beat of his heart, watch where our bodies connect and fuse together—Jude’s naked, tattooed flesh flush with mine as he pushes up into me as deep as he can go—and then I’m coming, too.
A groan falls from his mouth and spills down my chest, his sweat-slicked skin taut underneath my fingers. His soft grunts rain over my skin as a blinding euphoria washes through my insides and wrings them dry.
“Holy fuck, Dec.Holy fuck.I just came inside you, and I already want to fuck you again.” He shifts us around again, settling on top of me, spilling kisses down my neck and over my chest, before pulling my nipple into his mouth. He sucks and licks at it languidly, taking his sweet time, playing with me for the sake of playing with me as we come down from the high.
I know exactly what he means, though. We just had sex, we just came—both of us, twice—and already, I feel slick with new arousal, wanton with a burning desire still pulsing in my core, pulsing around his thick shaft that still fills me. I clench around him, and he groans into my throat.
“Baby.” He lays more kisses down the side of my neck, beneath my ear. “I don’t think I can actually go again. Not this quick, anyhow—”
“That’s okay.” I shake my head. “I just don’t want you to leave yet. I like the feel of you inside me.”
He laughs, and it’s a breathless sound as he leans down to meet me in a kiss. He coaxes my lips apart and slides his tongue into my mouth, and both of ours move together in a slow, sinful dance.
I’m still catching my breath, still humming soft whimpers, still feeling the effects of Jude lingering on my psyche, on mybody, as I suck his tongue into my mouth. His teeth scrape at my bottom lip as my core pulses with the aftershocks of my orgasm. And our slow, fluid, melting kiss heats up, simmering, rising to a boil, until a carnality is taking over. Until we’re all hands and mouths and teeth, and I feel his cock swelling inside me again, growing harder before he starts to move, dragging in and out of me so slowly it feels like we’re hardly moving.
I look up at him, and our eyes connect, spilling a novel’s worth of words we aren’t saying, but I can feel them piercing straight through my heart.
This.
And—
Yes.
And—
You and me.
And—
Us.
And—
It doesn’t get better than this, does it?
He presses down on my lower stomach with the flat of his hand, and the drag of the head of his cock, the tip of him, hits me at just the right angle, amping up the pleasure surging through me. A hot flush rises over my chest, up my neck, and over my cheeks. The intoxicating feeling rushes up in waves, coming closer and closer until it’s one solid flow, overflowing, spilling euphoria into every cell of my body.
I cry out as I come, and the louder I scream, the better it feels.