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“It takes a little time to realize you trust me.”
The words “I do trust you” were on the tip of my tongue, and I held them back. Again, that smile made me want to arch and stretch into sunshine.
Jude leaned close. “I saw you pull that back. Good girl.”
My whole body froze, and my heart started to pound. Need spiraled down my spine, and my head was light. What the fuck?
I wasn’t a girl. I was a grown-ass woman. And yet, I was going to need to ask Jude to record himself saying those two words so I could listen to it over again.
His low chuckle made everything tighten. I was a mess of wetness between my thighs, and I decided in that moment to let everything go. Throw caution to the wind and let this happen.
“I’ll remember you like that. Right now, I need you to keep being good, and when I release your hands, you’re not going to move them. No matter what I do. Understood?”
I nodded once.
“Good girl.”
Holy shit, I was going to pass out if he kept saying those words.
He lifted himself off me, releasing my wrists, and I kept them there. I wished my bed frame had bars so I could hold on to something. In the middle of whatever he had planned, I didn’t know if I could focus enough to keep myself still.
I watched as he stripped off his shirt with quick efficiency, eyes never leaving mine, before he approached the end of the bed again. “Open your legs.”
I did, closing my eyes and letting the new feelings of submission wash over me.
“Wider.”
Oh. My. God. I slid my legs farther apart and tried not to move anything else. Jude stroked his hands up my thighs, easing my legs the few extra inches apart they would go. I was entirely exposed to him, and I knew without having to look it was exactly what he wanted.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said quietly, and then his mouth was on me.
I already knew his tongue was magic. Now, it was heaven. Tiny, barely there strokes which made me focus so intensely to predict where he was going next. Every touch was a jolt of lightning unfurling into a new bolt of surprise and pleasure.
Bolder touches now, Jude using his tongue to circle my clit and find the place he already knew drove me crazy. But his movements were still lazy and easy. He wasn’t pushing me to the edge.
Yet.
Again, I had the sense he was taking his time for his own pleasure. Tasting me at his own pace like I was his dessert. After all, he’d planned this already. No matter the pie, he’d always planned to have me. I was his pie.
He pressed a hand low on my stomach and sealed his mouth over me, pulling hard. My hips tried to arch off the bed, and he held them down. Without the ability to move, I felt the pleasure shake me. It had nowhere to go except twisting back on itself and rushing up and out and sweeping me closer to the edge.
There. The moans coming from me were entirely involuntary. The one spot and rhythm that made me ache and sigh. I bunched my hands into fists, arms shaking with the need to reach for him.
Pleasure rose, and I leaned into it. So close, so close, so close.
Jude pulled his mouth away. “You don’t have permission to come.”
“What?”
I didn’t remember I wasn’t supposed to speak. The quirk of an eyebrow was all I needed as a reminder, along with his smirk, which told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Trust me, Lena.” He sealed his mouth over me again, driving me higher.
Somehow, my arms were still above my head. A miracle. But I was focusing on anything but my orgasm that was coming toward me like a freight train, and I had no idea how I was supposed to stop it.
I was so close; I was moaning and writhing when he backed off, letting me catch my breath. But not for long. He used his tongue like I was an ice cream cone and I was his favorite flavor.
All the way up to the edge again, before he backed off. I couldn’t keep silent. I couldn’t. “Please, Jude.”
