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And I see him.
“Oh Jesus,” I whisper, my thighs wet with my desire as I stare up at his naked physique, my eyes delighted. I prop myself up on my elbows. His hair is messy, falling forward, forcing him to rake it back. His mouth is lax, his chest undulating, and ...
Shit.
I think I’m in fucking love.
I shake that crazy thought away, getting back to the matter at hand. The Adonis standing over me like a polished marble statue waiting to feed my every desire. He rests his hands on the end of the bed by my feet and leans forward, his eyes on mine. I definitely detect a hint of triumph in his dark gaze, which is particularly green today. I can’t even be indignant about his obvious satisfaction. But he still doesn’t speak, and I keep my mouth firmly shut too, at risk of blurting something wholly inappropriate.
Lock me up and inflict this pleasure on me every day for the rest of my life!
His eyes drop to the strip of hair at the apex of my thighs, his tongue tracing his bottom lip, wetting it. I fall to my back, covering my face with my bent arm, bracing myself for his assault as his hands slide under my knees and yank me farther down the bed.
Straight onto his mouth.
“Jude!” I scream, the instant pleasure lifting me off the bed.
“Shhhh,” he hums across my wet, aching flesh, licking me straight up the centre. I hold my breath and grab fistfuls of his hair, very aware I could raise the dead and alert the whole of Arlington Hall about what’s going down in here.
He nips at my inner thighs, sucks hard, bites harder, his forearm spread across my stomach to hold me down. I’m out of my mind, my loud breathing and the sound of him gorging on me blending with the provocative beats of the track. His tongue circles my clit, kisses the tip, lashes through my very centre, pushing inside me, fucking me. My head starts to shake, thrashing from side to side as I feel my pleasure climbing, the pressure building. I don’t know what to do with myself, don’t know how to deal with this level of wonderful torture. His working mouth gets firmer, faster, his hands sliding up my torso to my breasts and tweaking my nipples brutally, making my back snap into an arch. He forces me back down. I pant. He licks me. I whimper. He kisses me. I groan. He sucks me into his mouth.
I release my fierce grip of his hair and start hitting the bed by my sides, feeling beads of sweat trickling down my temples. My stomach muscles ache, my thighs scream.
It’s coming.
And he knows it, his pace increasing, his working mouth ravenous. I’m burning up. My heart can’t sustain this kind of strain.
Can it sustain him?
I come on a suppressed scream, my body bending to the point I’m sure it could snap my spine, and the rush of pleasure just keeps on coming, holding me in an arch, my head thrown back, my eyes clenched shut. His mouth has slowed down with its assault, but that doesn’t curb the sensations hijacking me. Everything distorts. My entire world just shifted on its axis, starting to turn in another, unexpected direction.
A direction I’m not sure is the right one for me.
Because of one fucking orgasm.
I slump down on the bed, my lungs burning, trying to shake my vision clear, as Jude wipes his mouth and jerks his head, flicking his hair back as he gets on his knees at the end of the bed and crawls his way up to me. His dick is dripping with need, spotting my stomach as his face comes level with mine, his lazy eyes scanning mine. I need him inside me. The burn is quickly taking over again, my body not done with him.
Will it ever be?
Oh God, I am in so much trouble.
I blink, staring up at his stunning face, feeling something shift inside. Somewhere near my heart.
How?
No.
Impossible. I hardly know him.
Although he knows meverywell now.Keep it physical.I reach for his arousal, but his hips lift and he shakes his head. I cock mine. Then he lowers and kisses me, keeping his hands where they are on the bed,no touching anywhere else. I open up and close my eyes, letting his wonderful mouth take me off to a place only Jude Harrison can take me, my hands on a feeling frenzy across his chest.
Euphoric.
Out of this world.
I hum my happiness, soak up the perfect pressure of his tongue, my internal muscles still rolling with the aftermath of my climax.
Then he suddenly pulls away, kisses the corner of my mouth, gets off the bed, tugs his jeans on and walks out.