“Fuck, I’m dying.” He pulled me away from the door, and somehow we managed to make it to the bed our clothes shed in our wake. “Jesus, I can’t think.” He reached for his pants, grabbing his wallet and getting a condom. We hadn’t used them before, hence Maya. I wondered why he hadn’t back then. Had he thought I had it covered? Maybe so since I was the one who seduced him. Of course, at the time, I thought he’d deal with it, and once we were hot and heavy, I couldn’t think of anything but him. In that respect, August had been right. I’d been irresponsible. But I didn’t regret it because I wouldn’t have had Maya otherwise.
I didn’t have time to think more on it, as he lay me back on the bed. I had a moment to take in his sculpted chest, hard abs, and his long thick cock, hard just for me, before he lay over me.
His face was right over mine, his blue eyes staring down on me. “I’ve dreamed about you…about this, so many times.”
I didn’t have time to respond before his lips were on mine again, his kiss passionate and maybe a little desperate. Like maybe he was afraid this was a dream. There was definitely something otherworldly about it. Like we were stepping out of real life and into a fantasy.
“Tell me what you like,” he said as his lips cascaded along my throat and then lower.
“You know what I like.”
He groaned, resettling himself over my breasts, kneading one with his fingers while sucking and biting the other, making me arch and writhe beneath him.
I wanted to participate but his mouth and hands, and his hard body pressing me into the mattress was short circuiting my brain with pleasure. His lips moved down, over my belly. I wondered if he’d notice the stretch marks. If he did, he didn’t mention them. He continued his journey lower pushing my thighs apart.
He inhaled as his fingers slid through my pussy lips. “You’re so wet, April. Wet for me.”
“Jude,” I said, desperate to have him put me out of my misery.
He settled his shoulders between my thighs and my pussy clenched in anticipation. His tongue slid softly through my pussy, then swirled around my clit. It was like I was jabbed with a cattle prod as electricity shot through me.
“Yes, Jude…oh God.”
He groaned, and went to work on my pussy. It was so good. I was delirious with the pleasure, coiling tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe. I hung on the pinnacle for one moment, then two. He sucked on my clit, and I was off like a rocket, pleasure blasting to every neuron in my body. One of my hands gripped the sheets, while the other held his head to me, fucking his face as I rode out the storm.
“So, fucking good,” he murmured. He shifted, putting on the condom, and sliding up my body. “You’re a fantasy come true.” In one thrust, he was inside me. I gasped at his invasion. He was so thick. So long. So good. I let go. I let the hurt and anger go and simply experienced this moment. It was like eight years ago when everything was perfect. I’d pay the price for this later, but for now, I was simply going to feel.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he groaned. “Fuck I’m going to come…”
I was too as the friction of him moving in and out, in and out, pushed me higher and higher. I wanted this to last longer. To last forever.
11
Jude
Oh my fucking God. Her body was perfection. A part of me had always wondered if I’d somehow misrepresented to myself about how good it felt to be inside her. Like I’d made it better in my memory than it had really been. But, no. No, my memory was accurate. Her body swallowed up my dick and I was in heaven. Her body massaged every inch of my dick, sending sizzles of fire from my cock to my bloodstream. I was delirious with pleasure and the need to come. But I didn’t want to come too soon. I wanted to make this last longer. To draw out the pleasure and the night, because I had the feeling that one night was all I was going to get. As much as I wanted to pursue this between us, I could sense that she was giving us this one time. Like she wanted to put the period at the end of our relationship that had ended eight years ago with an ellipsis.
If this was my one time, I was going to get my pleasure’s worth. I gritted my teeth, and rolled us until she was on top. Her eyes shone with surprise for a moment but then she sat up, rose over me like a fucking goddess. I looked up at her, need and longing whirling in my chest. I slid my hands over her waist to her magnificent tits, wanting to imprint the feel of her skin, the beauty of her face into my brain.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
Her eyes were flirty as she ran her hands over my pecs and squeezed. “So are you. There’s more beefcake here than before.”
“Do you like beefcake?” I asked, tilting my hips up, and lo
ving how she gasped, her head dropping back as I hit her sweet spot inside.
“God Jude…” Her hips swiveled and then rocked.
My eyes nearly rolled back into my head. I brought my hands back to her hips, holding her over me as my dick pulsed inside her. It wasn’t quite the same as it had been before since this time I had a condom on, but it was still fucking awesome.
She started to ride, slow at first, up and down, but soon her hands were digging into my chest to find purchase as she chased her orgasm. I tried to watch, awed by her amazing feminine power and beauty. But my own need made the ascent with her, pulling my attention away from her.
“Fuck…make me come April…” I arched and groaned as she took me to the edge where I hung for a few torturous seconds.
She cried out, and her pussy clamped down on my dick so hard, stars burst behind my eyes. And then my dick shot off. I bucked beneath her, as I came and came, filling that condom until I wondered if it might break.
“Fuck, fuck…Jesus, fuck so good,” I chanted as I moved with her, our orgasms crashing together.