Drawn to it, she saw that it was a winter scene, a run-down snow-covered barn with two desolate trees flanking it. It was familiar to her. She had painted it.
A lump formed in her throat as she studied it.
“I bought it a couple of months ago.” Jud stood a few feet away, watching her.
Unable to speak, she nodded slowly.
Moving closer, he said, “I don’t know much about art, but I saw it and…it just pulled me in. I had to have it.”
Now Chelsea looked at him. It was one thing for a guy to want to get into her pants, but knowing that he appreciated the most important thing in her life? It took her breath away.
Without a word, she reached up to caress his cheeks, touching her lips to his. He stayed still while she lightly kissed him again and again. She licked his lips open and tentatively explored. His moans made her bold and she sucked his tongue into her mouth, savoring his taste.
Jud wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as he took over the kiss. Just as she was starting to feel weak in the knees, he cupped her ass and lifted her, quickly covering the short distance to the bed.
Lust burned in his deep blue eyes when he released her just long enough to yank off his sweater. She had a fraction of a second to appreciate his finely muscled chest before he pulled her against all its hot firm glory.
Chelsea caressed the smooth skin of his pecs as Jud’s soft lips covered hers. Heat surging through her veins, she still felt shivers down her spine as he pulled her sweater up over her head.
“Nice.” He caressed her breasts through the fabric of her bra. She’d chosen navy lace underwear, not wanting to be too innocent or too slutty. Apparently she’d made the right decision.
She arched her back as Jud bent to close his mouth over her nipple. The warmth of his breath shot straight to her core and she grasped the back of his head to steady herself.
He kissed his way down her belly as he dropped to his knees, lightly nipping her skin under her navel. Her sensitive skin withdrew from his stroking touch as he moved to unbutton her jeans and slowly lower the zipper. He pulled them to her ankles and she placed her hands on his muscled shoulders as she kicked them away.
Stroking his hands up the backs of her legs, Jud leaned in against the lace of her boy cut panties and inhaled deeply. “So sweet, Chels. I can’t wait to taste you.” His mouth fastened over her pussy lips and his warm breath created a searing heat in her body.
“Mmm.” She fidgeted against him, her hands creeping up to hold his head.
Jud’s hands reached her butt, the lower curve exposed by her panties. He groaned and turned her around so that she was facing away from him. “Damn, Chels. You are so sexy.”
She wanted to object, but her breath was stolen when she felt Jud’s tongue on her ass cheek. Maybe I am sexy. She held still and let him have his way as he peppered kisses and little nips on her bare flesh. Her knees nearly gave way as he carefully pulled her panties down and dropped them to the floor.
“You’ve got a great ass, Chels.” His big hands kneaded her round butt cheeks, pulling them apart, plumping them up. His tongue left wet trails that were heated by his breath. “I ever tell you I’m an ass man?”
“No.” She groaned as prickles of pleasure sprang from his probing fingers and wet mouth. “But I’m beginning to see that.”
He chuckled as he finally rose behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, pulling the straps from her shoulders and peeling the cups from her breasts before letting it drop to the floor. He palmed her belly, pulling her back tight against his body. Reaching up, he cupped her breasts and gently squeezed them, pushing them together and letting them fall apart. “I may be an ass man, but these beauties are pretty impressive too.” He plucked at her nipples, rolling them in his fingers then twisting them assertively.
Chelsea gasped, feeling the tugging at her breasts deep in her belly. She leaned against him, the denim of his jeans rough on her back and butt. She could feel the impressive hard bulge in his jeans and she rubbed her ass against him.
“Damn, that’s good,” he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing her neck. One hand at her breast, his other moved down to cup her mound, holding her steady while he ground his cock on her.
“Mmmm.” Chelsea reached up behind her and clasped her hands on the back of his neck. Jud’s big hand on her made her already hot pussy feel as if it was on fire. Tucked into his embrace, she felt him everywhere. Safe and cherished. Aroused beyond her wildest imaginings.
“You’re soaking my hand, Chels. I’ve gotta have you.” He turned her around to face him and kissed her deeply but briefly before pushing her to her back on his massive bed.
Chelsea scooted back on the bed, resting against the headboard, her eyes never leaving his. She shivered at his look of arousal.
“Spread your legs.” His voice was hoarse and she could feel his heat from several feet away.
Never having done this before, she should have been nervous. But she trusted Jud. And she wanted him. She watched his face as she let her knees fall apart, thrilled by the set of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.
He swallowed deeply and crawled on the bed to meet her. Pulling her legs wider apart, he moved in to kiss her mouth, his tongue licking inside. Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking her fingers through his hair as she melted into him, tangling her tongue with his, moaning into his mouth with an achy need. When he tore his lips from hers, he kissed his way down her neck and chest, settling his mouth over her nipple and sucking hard. She arched her back and pushed against his mouth as his tongue swirled, his teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. Moisture seeped from her pussy.
Jud kissed his way south, licking her navel and the sensitive spot where her thigh met her torso. With a growl, he dropped to his belly, supporting his upper body on his elbows. Using his thumbs, he separated her outer lips and examined her.
Unable to help herself, Chelsea’s pussy lips spasmed. Jud smiled but kept looking at her cunt.
A long thick finger began to explore. “You’re so wet. Your pussy’s all red and swollen.” He looked up at her now. “You want me.”
Her voice was a mere squeak. “Yes.”
Dropping his gaze again, he gently stroked a finger inside her. “Damn, you’re so tight, Chels. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
His finger felt amazing. How would it feel with his huge cock insider her? “Th—” she gasped, then cleared her throat. “Then do it.”
He pulled his finger out. “Patience.” He slid his palms under her ass and pulled her to him.
Chelsea held herself up on her elbows and watched as he put his tongue on her. His mouth felt even hotter than her pussy did. And God, it was so good. She’d had orgasms before, using either her fingers or a toy. But having this man’s mouth and tongue on her? It was…incomparable. No contest.
Trying to focus on him, she watched as he took several long licks—starting between her ass cheeks and moving up. He plunged his tongue inside her pussy, and then up to swirl it around her clit, ending with a soft little suck on the bundle of nerves, his big hands kneading her ass cheeks all the while. She was on fire, her world diminished to the overwhelming sensation in her center.
He picked up his pace and Chelsea could feel a groundswell of arousal swirling in her cunt. Her eyelids drooped to a close and her head fell back between her shoulders. Jud focused his energies on her clit, licking and sucking, moving ever faster.
Dropping to her back, she pressed her feet into the mattress, turning her head side to side. He pushed a finger inside her to stroke her inner walls. “Oooh God.” She felt him laugh against her, the vibration causing her pussy to spasm.
Adding another finger, he pulled them toward his mouth as he sucked harder and faster. He was relentless, keeping up the pressure, pushing her higher and higher until she spilled over.
“God, yes!” Her hips jerked up and she closed her knees in on his ears. His tongue kept a steady pressure on her clit,
drawing out her orgasm but not overexciting her. When she felt herself start to fall, he’d flex his finger or suck on her clit, keeping her bouncing in the air as if she were a balloon he was trying to keep aloft.
“Jud,” she gasped. “No more.”
He gently pulled away from her and Chelsea curled up into a ball, shifting to her side, shaking nearly uncontrollably. She took some deep breaths as her racing heart gradually slowed, fighting a case of the giggles over what had been an incredible sensation.
After a moment, he crawled up next to her and pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her, her scent on his lips and tongue. “That was unbelievable, Chels. I could eat you for hours, but my cock’s about to burst.”
Oh Lord. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to take it. But she was damn sure going to try.
He rose to his knees and Chelsea rolled onto her back to watch him. When his fingers went to his zipper, she literally licked her lips in anticipation. Strong hands pushed his jeans down over lean hips and his cock popped out and up. She had nothing to compare it to, but it was long and nearly as thick as her wrist. No way was it going to fit inside her. Still, she couldn’t look away.
Desperate to touch him, she sat up and grasped his cock, stroking her fingers over it. He hissed as she explored the smooth skin over its steely hardness. It was stiffer than she would have thought possible. “Wow, the rumors are true.”
“Huh?” Jud bit his lip as he looked at her.
“Your cock is huge. Maybe too big for me.”
He pulled away from her and off the bed to shuck his jeans. “Not too big. It’ll fit just fine.” He tore open a condom wrapper and covered himself. “In fact,” he said as he crawled back over to her, “You’re gonna love it when I get inside you. You won’t be able to get enough.”
She swallowed and nodded, her eyes wide. “Okay.”
Jud pulled her legs out from under her, pushing her onto her back. Moving between her bent knees, he supported his weight on straight arms at her waist. He leaned down for a tender kiss and Chelsea stroked the corded muscles of his arms.
“I want to make you feel good, Chels.”
“So far, so good.”
Laughing, he shook his head. He reached down between them and rubbed his cock in her copious juices. The feel of his rock-hard flesh against her had Chelsea’s head swimming.
“Look at me,” Jud said as he prodded her pussy lips open with the head of his cock.
Chelsea struggled to breathe as she met his gaze. Lost in his eyes, she ached with need, desperate to have him as close as she could.
“Okay, baby?”
“Really okay. Mmmm.” Chelsea hummed as Jud pushed the head of his cock inside her. It felt huge, but so good, and her tight muscles clamped down on him. Jud’s eyes squeezed shut as his head rolled. She reached up to cup his cheek. “Hey, look at me.”
Jud opened his eyes and carefully moved down to her, flattening his forearms beside her chest. His lips burned when he kissed her.
“You feel so good,” Chelsea murmured, returning his kisses with eager abandon, wiggling her hips under him.
“Just wait until I’m all the way in.”
“Oooh God.”
“Don’t worry.” He kissed her again, tongue plundering until she had no breath.
Her juices poured out around the head of his cock, making his small movements easier. He was right, she was desperate for him, needed to feel him deep inside her as much as she needed her next breath.
His lips still on hers, he finally pumped his hips forward, sliding his cock inside her until he was buried.
Chelsea gasped at the unbearable fullness, taking deep breaths. With wonder, she looked at him, feeling complete. Her muscles relaxed to accommodate him and she squirmed underneath him, not really knowing what she needed. But she trusted Jud to give it to her.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said in a low gruff voice. His head nearly exploded when Chelsea complied, driving him even deeper. There’d been a little resistance when he’d pushed inside her and damn, she was unbelievably tight. He lifted his head, watching her while he started making small thrusts, pulling out slightly and then pushing the short distance home. “You okay, Chels?”
“Mmm, yeah.” Her eyes were slightly wet.
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me.” She tightened her legs around him and pushed up to meet him.
“Jeez, Chels, I’m on the edge here.” He needed to take it slow, think about anything but his cock being squeezed by her exquisite pussy. Don’t lose it, Jud. Make it good for her. Chelsea was new at this. He couldn’t take her like an animal, much as he wanted to.
“I like you on the edge.” Her voice was breathy, her eyelids at half-mast. Her lips were parted and her cheeks and chest were stained a bright pink. She was sexy as hell.
Damn. Jud pressed his forehead to hers and gently moved his cock in and out. Their bodies aligned, he rubbed on her clit with his pelvis on every thrust. He held her gaze while they fucked and it was incredibly intimate. He’d never felt like this with a woman before—the need for connection. The need.
Her pussy got wetter as she relaxed around him and he made his movements bigger and a little harder. But not too hard. Take it easy. Her tight cunt took his cock perfectly. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. Chelsea Ryan was made for him. Fuck, he was going to lose his mind. Underneath him, her breath started to get choppy and he fought to hold her still. She dropped her legs from his waist and let them fall open wide as she started to thrash beneath him. She was going to come. Thank God. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
A whimper escaped from her mouth and turned into a prolonged squeal as she came, her cunt muscles contracting on his cock, sending sparks up his spine. It was all he could take. His balls tightened and he pushed himself up on straight arms, thrusting once, twice, three times—burying himself deep as he emptied his semen into the condom. It went on forever and he growled like a wild animal, pouring everything he had into her.
Finally, he had nothing left. Weak, he dropped down over Chelsea, who was still trembling and shaking from her release.
When he’d recovered his breath and some strength, he slowly pulled out of her and walked from the bedroom on wobbly legs. He disposed of the condom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, chugging half of it on his way back to Chelsea.
He crept in bed beside her and pulled her to his side. She rolled up and rested her chin on his chest. He jerked his head to the nightstand. “Water when you need it.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at him, her body warm and relaxed, flushed pink.
Jud cupped her face, stroking his thumb on her cheek. “How are you? I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Surely you heard me screaming beneath you.”
“I heard the screaming, all right. I just couldn’t tell if you were in ecstasy or pain.”
Chelsea’s jaw dropped open. She lightly slugged him on the arm. “You knew it was ecstasy.”
He shrugged. “I was pretty sure. Of course, I was pretty caught up in my own screams. It was hard to tell.”
“Uh-huh.” She crawled up higher, her soft skin wreaking havoc on him, bringing his cock back to life. His hands traveled down her back to cup her ass as she gave him a quick, sweet kiss. “Thank you.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“For making my first time so amazing.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome. It was fucking amazing for me too.”
She returned his smile. “I never thought it would be like that, that I would be so…responsive.”
He squeezed her ass, dipping a finger between her cheeks to fondle the still swollen, hot, juicy flesh. “Mm, very responsive.”
She shook her head. “I hope you’re happy. You’ve ruined me for other men.”
“Good,” he said. And he meant it. If he had his way, Chelsea Ryan would never have another man.
Chapter Six
Chelsea woke facedown on a fluffy pillow, limbs heavy and body fatigued—in a good way. Using the pillow, she stifled a giddy giggle, images from the previous night flashing in her brain—Jud’s eyes looking up at her as he feasted between her thighs, his big cock bobbing as he moved over her, his face red and sweaty as he took her.
Jud had been so sweet and considerate, and so amazing. She thought she would have been too nervous to have an orgasm, but that sure as hell hadn’t been the case. She’d felt comfortable with him, trusted him completely. She couldn’t have picked a more perfect man for her first time, didn’t want anyone else anyway.
He had ruined her for other men. And what had he said to that? “Good”? Typical man—needing to be the toughest, the strongest, the best lover.
Rolling onto her side, she wasn’t surprised to find herself alone. She would have felt Jud if he was near. She grabbed his pillow and inhaled deeply, reveling in his scent until it started to get a little creepy.
A bureau drawer harbored a stash of T-shirts and Chelsea pulled one on as she made her way to the bathroom. She took a much needed pee and then brushed her teeth. Several splashes of cold water reduced the puffiness around her eyes.
Following the scent of coffee, she found Jud seated at the breakfast bar and working on his laptop. She crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Good morning.”
When he swiveled around, there was a huge smile on his face. “Good morning.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her. “Sorry I left you alone. I woke up early and decided to get some work done. I had every intention of coming back to bed to ravish you for some hot morning sex.”
Her brow crinkled. “I could go back and pretend to be asleep if you want.”
“Okay—”
“But I need a little nourishment first. I’m starving.”
“Ah. Sure. Have a seat and I’ll feed you.”
“No, no. You have work to do. Besides, you cooked last night. Why don’t you keep working and I’ll make you breakfast.”
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