Page 109 of UNAwere

‘Sybbie…’ He draws back, staring at me, and I take the opportunity to take off my shirt.

He moans, palming himself through his track pants, his eyes on the hardened peaks of my nipples.

‘I-I can help you through this, just like last time,’ he says, still staring at my breasts. ‘I-I just can’t touch you.’

‘You can touch me if you want to,’ I say, my voice carrying a headiness to it that I can hardly recognise as me. But I’m drawing power from it. A strength, a reclaiming of my desires as a woman. My sexuality, the things I’ve been told since I was in my early twenties that I should be ashamed of, I’m taking them. And I’m owning them.

I feel powerful under Jude’s gaze. Desirable. Wanted.

I run my hands down my chest, tweaking my nipples with my fingers, and my blood rages and my spine arches. I moan, keeping my eyes on Jude’s face. He’s breathing through his mouth, his eyes completely black.

‘I want you to,’ I whisper, tilting my chin towards him.

He sucks in a small breath when I lick his mouth. That breath turns into a groan when I capture his bottom lip between mine and suck. I see his eyes roll and then his hands are wrapping around my back and he’s pulling me against him, opening his mouth over mine. I whimper, overcome by how good it feels to have him against me, his mouth on mine, his tongue sliding around my own.

‘Fuck, Sybbie,’ he groans past my lips. ‘Oh, Sybbie, honey, I want you so fucking badly.’

I moan, fingers gripping his hair, rubbing the crease of my pussy against his hardness. He draws away from the kiss for breath, his mouth seizing my throat, and I cry out, feeling my body bend towards him as he sucks the glands near my shoulders. I want him to bite me there, claim me, but before I can ask, he’s lowering himself to my chest and licking and sucking my nipples. His teeth scrape along the swells of my breasts, and I gasp, nodding.

‘Jude,’ I croon. ‘Yes.’

He’s become undone, and this is what I want. This is what I need.

He kisses his way down the length of my body until he’s at the hem of my panties. I moan, spreading my legs for him, eager for him. He growls, plunging his face against my crotch, sucking and licking my pussy through the material.

‘Sybbie.’

He bites the insides of my thighs, and there must be glands there, too, because the feeling of pleasure is so immense I’m almost thrown over the edge of my first orgasm. He buries his face against my pussy again, tonguing it through my underwear, groaning in his chest. His hands are clutching my arse, fingers digging deep, and I swear they’re leaving bruises.

Good. I want his mark, in whatever way he’ll give it to me.

He groans my name again, biting the waistband of my panties and pulling them down with his teeth. When my pussy is exposed to him, he hikes me up, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and presses his open mouth against my folds.

I come instantaneously. Screaming. Shattering into pieces.

But he doesn’t stop. And I don’t want him to. Not as he licks up the juices flooding from me. Not as he growls, sucking hard on my clit. Not as he flattens his tongue and licks me from my perineum to my pubic bone.

‘Jude.’ I’m stammering, pleading, not making sense.

‘That’s my girl,’ he growls. ‘You taste as good as you fucking smell.’

He keeps licking, sucking, laving. I’m gasping up at the ceiling, my fingers threaded through his hair, my hips gyrating against his face. And when I feel my pussy begin to pulse, I whimper, squeezing my eyes closed as another orgasm hits me.

Jude drinks me down and then pulls back to gaze at me over the length of my body. He’s breathing hard, his eyes unfocused, the look of pure desire on his face sending another wave through me.

‘I need you,’ I gasp out.

Before he can answer, I’m on him, throwing him down onto the other side of the bed and crawling over his body until his cock is against my mouth, through the material of his track pants.

He groans, his fingers pulling my hair. I arch against it, eyes rolling back, my tongue falling out of my mouth.

‘Fuck, Sybbie…’

I get the material out of the way, uncaring whether I rip it. And when his cock is bared to me, I don’t hesitate. I grab a hold of it, licking it from base to tip, lapping up the precum that’s leaked down his shaft. He’s so hard, his cock feels like it’s made of iron. And it’s hot and heavy in my hand, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m wrapping my lips around it, running my tongue over it, moaning, kissing, licking, sucking.

Jude’s staring at me, panting hard, groaning. And when I suck the head of his cock past my lips, his brow buckles and he lets out an almighty sound. I hum, keeping my eyes on him as I continue, lowering down until he’s brushing the back of my throat.

‘Sybbie…’