Page 67 of UNAwere

If he doesn’t touch me, I think I’m going to die.

‘Red, I can’t.’

‘Jude, please.’

‘Just go to sleep, sweetheart. You’ll be okay…’

I whimper, shaking my head, canting my hips to try to get the feeling that my pussy is craving: friction, heat, him.

‘Jude, I need you.’

‘Fuck.’

A weight comes down on the bed, and he’s there, against my spine, bringing me into his chest, my arse pressed along the large ridge in his jeans.

I cry out, arching against him, and he grips my hand, hard, and moves it with his down to my aching pussy.

‘You need release,’ he growls.

I moan, nodding. ‘Yes.’

‘I can’t give it to you, Red.’

I whimper, close to sobbing at how badly his words hurt to hear.

‘But I can help you through it.’

He lays his fingers over mine and guides them across my slit. It’s puffy and wet, and I almost scream at how good it feels, as he controls the movements. They find my clit, and I nod, sighing, moaning up at the ceiling.

‘That’s it,’ he murmurs as I come.

It takes me by surprise, my body utterly primed for it. But as soon as the release comes, it’s gone, and that crescendo is only building again. My pussy weeps for more, and I hear Briggs take in a deep breath, groaning against the nape of my neck.

He guides my fingers to my entrance, plunging them inside, and my hips stutter to the rhythm he sets. I let out a soft mewl.

‘Again for me, sweetheart,’ he murmurs.

I nod. Shake my head. I’m losing my mind over how good this feels. With how I need so much more.

‘Jude,’ I plead.

He hushes me softly, nuzzling the side of my throat.

I moan. ‘More.’

His grip on me tightens, but he doesn’t give me what I’m asking for. He just keeps the pressure and rhythm of my fingers, pressing my thumb under his to stroke my clit. Another orgasm crests, and I shudder against him, trembling, gasping.

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs.

My spine arches against his chest. I can feel how wet I am, and my fingers slip and slide over my slit as Briggs mirrors the actions for me.

‘I need more,’ I whine.

‘I can’t, sweetheart,’ he says, voice shaking. ‘I can only do this.’

‘Why?’

His nose presses against my hair, and I hear him breathe deep. I sigh, my eyes fluttering closed.