Page 85 of Elf-ish

“When I was a kid and I couldn’t sleep, my mom would tickle my arm like that.”

Jude doesn’t respond.

“That feels nice,” I whisper, my voice sleepy.

Another minute passes, and I sink further into the bed.

“I don’t know how to go slow,” Jude finally says, his voice low, before he stops tickling my arm and cups my hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the tips of my fingers.

“But I’m trying,” he adds.

I stare at him as best I can in the dimly lit room. An orange glow from the city lights, stories below, reflects into the clouds outside the wall-to-wall windows, casting a dull glow in his room.

With my head turned toward him, I say, “Who says you have to go slow?”

I’m not certain who moves first, but suddenly, our mouths press together, and hands roam. Our bodies draw together like puzzle pieces, and that crackling sensation of cold air crystalizing on glass tickles over my skin at the sudden contact. Our arms wrap around each other. Our legs entwine. I’m hyper aware of the coarseness of his against the smoothness of mine.

Our mouths continue to meet, discovering one another, although we’ve kissed before. This is different. This is Jude unleashed and me untethered, both of us riding out the storm of whatever this is between us.

He rolls me to my back, pinning me beneath his weight. His hands seek mine, and he lifts both my arms over my head.

We stay like this for a long minute with our mouths still joined, searching for more. His weight feels so good over me and my hips shift, legs spreading wider, welcoming him into the cradle between my thighs.

“Angelica,” he moans as he shifts his lower half, and I’m met by his hard length against my soft center.

With nothing more than my thin panties and his fitted boxer briefs between us, I feel everything. The length and solidness and the heat of his tip when he meets the dampness of my own underwear. He rocks forward, and I tip my head back, momentarily breaking our kiss.

“Jude,” I cry out. I’m suddenly wide awake and wanting everything. My arms struggle in his grasp over my head.

“Need something, angel?”

He kisses me before I can answer.

You, I want to shout. For better or worse. I want to feel him naked and raw against me.

Instead, I let the subtle jolt of my lower half express all that I desire. With my clit practically kissing his tip, I moan in desperation.

Jude continues to pin my hands above my head, locking my wrists into one of his hands while the other travels down the underside of my arm. Trailing down the sensitive length of skin, my existing need for him blooms into a desperate desire. He reaches for the hem of his shirt on me and pushes it upward so he can cup a breast. I cry out again at the sudden pinch he gives my sharp nipple. My hips buck, and I wrap one leg around his lower back, opening myself wider.

He breaks our kiss and moves quickly down my neck where he nips at the juncture of it and my shoulder before dropping even lower to my breast.

Jude sucks, sharp and quick. When he pops off the tender swell, I let out a little yip. He moves down to my belly before he releases my wrists, and I clutch at his hair as his head lowers for where I want him most.

When he reaches my panties, which are soaked, he swipes his tongue over the damp silk. Then he hums against where I’m most sensitive.

“You smell like sugar and spice, even down here.” Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, he slides them down my thighs to just below my knees, then forces my knees wide again, which rolls the underwear to my ankles.

Jude settles in once more. With the first lick, my lower half bows off the bed, but Jude uses those broad hands of his to hold my hips still, keeping me once again pinned to the bed. His tongue does wicked things, sliding through slick folds and twirling against that trigger point.

My legs begin to shake. Holding me in place only adds to the climb. The spiral up and up and up a steep mountain until I’ve reached the summit where Jude likes to dangle me on the pinnacle before setting me free.

I scream his name as I come hard and fast, barreling back down the other side of that mountain in a rush I’ve never felt before.

Jude continues to hold my hips, driving his tongue deeper, prolonging the ride as I moan and hum and toss my head from side to side until I’m wrung out and collapse back to the bed.

I quickly catch my breath as Jude’s fingers enter me, sliding in and out in a lazy motion.

“I want to feel all this wetness dripping down my dick.”