He smiled then took her mouth in a ravenous kiss as he yanked her hips forward. Her robe fell open, exposing her satin night gown. The firm ridge of his erection pressed against her pelvis as if she had nothing on at all. It was marvelous.
Beck’s hands moved up the sides of her waist to the underside of her breasts. The calluses on his large strong hands caught on the satin material as he held her, his thumbs stroking her aching nipples. Gosh darn. With the way his foreplay made her shiver and ache and tingle in her secret places, she hoped it lasted a lot longer than three minutes. Practice did make perfect and, as a researching scientist, she settled for nothing less than perfect.
Her beast lowered his head and suckled one of her breasts right through her nightgown. So glorious, so warm and wet. He groaned as he took her nipple between his teeth and bit down. That groan sent a bolt of lightning to her vaginal tissues, causing them to throb and moisten…biology at its best.
“Oh my God, Beck. That is wonderful.” She wriggled on the cold steel, pushing closer to his erection. He obliged, wrapping his arms around her hips and forcefully drawing her against him. Possessive and demanding, he rubbed his hard shaft against her clitoris. The response was instant. A throb, an electrical current lit up her girl parts, making her yearn to be touched. Holy God, her body did work. But what about the orgasm? When was the orgasm going to happen? This was lovely, but how was she to get there?
Jude started to fret. “Beck, I need, I need…”
He tilted her chin to catch her gaze. “Baby, I know just what you need.” He slid her robe off her shoulders, taking the straps of her nightgown with it.
She caught the front and held it to her chest, embarrassed by her fleshy curves. Men in the twenty-first century did not prefer fleshy women. “I’m not a thin girl.”
He smiled. “That’s good, cause I don’t like thin girls. They stopped appealing to me when I was twelve.”
She laughed.
“You are just the type of girl I want. Soft and delicious.” He swept her messy curls from her face. “With a beautiful mind.” His brows arched. “And very clean hands.”
She sighed and closed her eyes. “For how long, Beckette? How long could a mating like this possibly last?” Why ask such a question? She didn’t really want the tragic response.
“I’m hoping it will last until I can make you come so many times you won’t be able to walk.”
Jude gasped. Did he just say that? Was that even possible?
Beck pulled her hands from her chest, causing her nightgown to fall from her large breasts. She tensed, waiting for his rejection.
“My God, you’re gorgeous.” The reverence in his voice sent hope skyrocketing through her soul. He lifted the skirt of the gown and abruptly tore her panties. They came off with a pinch to her hip, and he tucked them into his jeans’ pocket. He kissed her then like he had something to prove, something to conquer. His tongue plundered every part of her mouth while his hands delicately stroked her breasts and taut nipples.
He bent, licking one aching nipple then the other, then pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I want to watch you come, Jude. I want to see those expressive eyes and that beautiful face and all it has to offer while you come. Will you come for me, honey?”
She stared, transfixed by his voice, his words, his politeness polished with a sinful decadence. “Yes.” She nodded like an air-headed doll. Her lateral orbitofrontal cortex had just checked out.
He smiled and slid his hand up her bare thighs toward the throbbing mess of her womanhood. Jude didn’t like messes. She instinctively closed her legs.
“No chance, Baby.” The beast stepped closer, opening her knees wide with his hips, spreading her thighs with both hands. “You are beautiful, Jude. Warm, wet, needy. I always want you like this when you are around me. Will you do that for me? Always need me?”
It was more than a sexual request. Jude knew it as well as she knew she didn’t have much of a choice. Every time she was near this man, smelled this man, thought of this man, she was going to weep with wanting him. He’d cast his sensual curse all over her.
“Yes.” She pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss was demanding and urgent. A carnal merging of two lost souls.
Beck ended the kiss on a groan and slowly slid his fingers between her legs— a mating of flesh and fluids meant for the gods. His wicked fingers played and stroked her folds until he found her clitoris. He expertly rolled the little bundle of nerves into a throbbing, aching time bomb that needed to detonate.
Jude moaned, eyes closed as she focused on the glorious sensations.
“Open your eyes, Baby. I need to see everything going on in that brilliant mind.” His voice wrapped around her like a warm velvet cocoon, scattering every one of her inhibitions and preconceived notions of what to expect. For once in her life, she just…Let. It. Be.
Jude blinked. Was there love in his gaze? Couldn’t be in just three short days, but she swore…
Those talented nimble fingers slipped inside her. She was slick and swollen and craving his touch.
He owned her, held her prisoner between his hands—one pushing her lower back, the other palming her from the front. “Jude, I’m going to fuck you. I need to have you even though I know I shouldn’t.”
The nerve endings between her legs throbbed with joy. A responsive spasm answered his declaration. Was this it? The beginning of the mysterious ‘O?’ How marvelous! The vulgarity of his words should have turned her off, but his desperation seemed nothing short of reverence. Reverence for her.
He moaned, then quickly pulled his fingers from her depths and dropped his forehead to hers. “You will not come until you are around my dick. We are going to make love until we both forget who and what we are.”
Holy crap, this strong, sexually-aroused alpha male was taking control as she sat there, spread open and half naked like a strumpet high on Viagra. “Yes. Yes, please. Hurry, Beck.”
He smiled, then licked the finger he’d used inside her like an orgasmic weapon. He rubbed that finger over her bottom lip and, as her tongue touched her lip, she tasted herself. Oh. My. God.
Beck stepped back, lifted her off the table and cradled her to his chest.
“Beckette!”
“I may be a beast, but I’m not making love to you in a public kitchen. What I’m going to do to you isn’t fit for onlookers.”
“But the counter! I have to clean the counter! It’s dirty, unsanitary with what we just did!”
“Baby, you haven’t seen dirty yet.”
Twelve
“I have just got a new theory of eternity.”
Albert Einstein
Beck plopped her on his bed then stood back and stared.
Jude was nervous, exposed, lacking.
He smiled—a smile so sinister and calculating and filled with potential for debauchery, she tingled all over again between her legs.
He wanted her. He wanted Jude Duffy. Boring, inexperienced Jude Duffy.
Her eyes were drawn to his long fingers. Fingers that had just been inside her as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down around his hips. His penis protruded, strong, hard, and ready. She’d never seen anything like it. Not even in the porn magazines she’d just purchased. It was so beautiful she needed to touch it, reached with both hands and took hold of the warm, satiny, rock-hard appendage.
His head dropped back and he moaned. Jude liked that. She, Jude Duffy, had made this sexual beast moan. It was empowering.
She lifted her eyes to his sensual gaze. “What do I do? Teach me.”
Beck’s jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply. He placed his hand over hers and guided her to stroke him, where to touch him, how to make love to him.
She wanted more.
Joy rippled through her veins. She studied the magnificent penis in her hands as a small bead of semen leaked from the soft shiny head. She had the most unsanitary, compulsive, deviant need to taste. The desire to run her tongue over the velvety head. To explore the
hard shaft with her lips.
So she did.
And it was absolute.
Absolute beauty, absolute trust, absolute passion, an absolute yearning to bring love and solace to this injured man.
She tasted and suckled, exploring every inch of his hunger for her. This wasn’t a physical act. It was emotional, passionate…covetous.
“Enough!” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her with abandon, his cock rubbing against her wet swollen tissues. “I need to be inside you. I’ve got to feel you wrapped around me, holding me, grounding me.”
Jude closed her eyes. No nervousness, no dread, just sheer awe.
“Don’t close your eyes. We’re in this together. Are you sure this is what you want?” His amber eyes were laced with lust and restraint as he waited for her consent.
She nodded and looked down between them as he slipped on a condom. A small thread of disappointment ran through her. Protection. But it was okay. She didn’t want to drag this wonderful man into her hair-brained scheme.
He wrapped his hand around his massive erection and pressed her back onto the bed. He settled his warm, hard body over hers, his weight a magnificent pressure. He stilled until she looked into his eyes.
“You are so beautiful.” He rubbed the head of his penis through her juices in a circular motion, stroking her clit, inciting her once again to a throbbing bundle of sensation. He grimaced in pleasure as he pushed the head of his penis inside her.
She inhaled sharply, her head tilted back. It was beautiful, soft, hard, filling…heavenly.
She never knew.
He stroked in and out of her a mere inch, gently probing and massaging her, driving her to the brink of madness, his whiskey gaze frozen on hers.
Jude clasped his cheeks. “Beck. It feels so good. Please.” She wrapped her feet around his hips and tried to draw him deeper.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Baby. We have to go slow. I want this to be good for you.”
She smiled. “It’s already too good.”
He groaned and plunged deep, tearing through her hymen with little pain, much to her surprise. He held her close, not moving, breathing deep, and filling her. “Are you okay, Baby?”
Baby. She liked that. She’d never had a nickname.
“I will be, once you give me my first orgasm.” His smile shifted her hair, and she braced for his rebuttal.
It didn’t come with words. It came with an anchoring of her body by his hands and the most beautiful, athletic cadence of a pair of men’s hips she’d ever imagined. He slid into her, stroking her, commanding her, making love to her. He rammed through her tissues like a wild man—one second possessed, the next sensually exploring every inch of her with his erotic, rhythmic thrusts. She couldn’t decide where to look, at his amber eyes so filled with wonder or the intimidating weapon, covered with her juices as it plunged in and out of her. Both were so beautiful.
A tingling, a tightening in her lower abdomen built toward her clit. She pulled him closer, burying her face in his neck, squeezing her stomach muscles, hoping to push all the energy in her body toward that one glorious spot. She inhaled his spicy, musky scent as she reached for the pinnacle. Did one just wait? Did she have to do something to hit the crescendo? She didn’t know what to do. Was it this way for other women?
“Baby, I’m going to come so hard inside you. God, you feel amazing.” Beck shoved to his elbows, looking into her eyes as he grasped her face in his hands. “Do you feel me? Do you feel what you do to me? After this, I’m going to taste you. Every part of you. I’m going to lick you until you come in my mouth. But first, I need to feel you come around my cock. I need it so badly, Jude.”
His forehead dropped to hers and his eyes closed as he ground his hips into hers.
Jude clenched her arms around him, her heart bursting with love that flowed through her body, settling in the place where they joined. The heat began like a lightning storm in her limbs, every joint, then shot directly to her core as it ripped through her body. The shock of a blinding orgasm enveloped her. “Beck. Oh God, oh God, I’m orgasming. Am I orgasming? Is this it? Oh God, it feels so good, please don’t stop!”
The man laughed as he drew out her pleasure with the same sexy rhythm. “That’s it, Baby. Take me. All of me. Let me feel you.”
He wanted to feel her!
“Jude, that is so good, so beautiful, honey.”
The rush of a million shooting stars shot through her veins, from the top of her head to her pulsing vaginal tissues. It was glorious as she spasmed around him, over and over, the intense throbbing like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and wanted to again and again.
The crescendo quieted. The pulsing slowed, spacing.
It was…amazing.
His hands surrounded her face. She opened her eyes and looked into the most beautiful amber storm.
“You liked that,” he stated. So confident.
“I did.”
He let out a quiet, satisfied chuckle. “Baby, you are so beautiful all sated and happy, but I need to come inside you. I can’t wait any longer.”
He lifted his body for leverage, the muscles in his chest and shoulders contracting like a magnificent beast as he groaned and pumped furiously into her. The strong, throbbing pulsations of his penis mesmerized her. He was marking her, changing her. His face contorted in ecstasy just before he threw his head back and ejaculated over and over inside her, pumping his seed into the condom that kept him safe from her nefarious ideas.
“Jude, oh God, Baby.” He collapsed on top of her, the warmth of his skin, the beating of his heart, comforting her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, shoving her love down, down, down. Back to the depths of her subconscious where she didn’t have to face it.
If she did, she’d have to concede that love at first sight existed, which it didn’t. It had only been three days. Besides, her heart would break when he left her, and she’d had enough heartbreak for a lifetime.
She allowed herself one small moment to relish the acceptance, this connection, then pushed at his muscular shoulders to get him off of her.
He lifted his head and frowned. “What? Am I hurting you?”
“No, I have to go. I forgot to disinfect the ice bucket in my room.”
He smirked then lowered his lips to hers and kissed her into submission. The man was a master. Way out of Jude’s league. She gave in like a starving woman. A woman in love.
But he’d never love her. Love was one of those frivolous emotions, fleeting with most human beings. She’d get over him like she had all the rest who’d left her. She had to.
Now that she’d nurtured visions of holidays and school conferences and summer vacations with a child, her child, she couldn’t go back. She had to continue on her quest with a vengeance. Time was running out.
She pushed him away. “Thank you so much, Beckette. I truly enjoyed myself.” And have fallen hopelessly in love with you. She twisted and tried to wiggle out from under his large naked body, making her escape before those words found their way to her lips.
“Enjoyed?”
She stilled at the sarcasm in his voice. “Why yes, it was quite enjoyable. The orgasm was even more than I expected. You know, almost seventy-five percent of woman never reach orgasm from intercourse alone. Most need the help of tools, hands, or tongue. Your job here is done.”
A growl emanated from the depths of his chest. He captured her lips again and pulled her underneath him. He truly was a beast. Her beast, if only for tonight. He pulled back and smiled, and she swore his incisors had lengthened. “Honey, we’ve only just begun.”
* * * *
Beckette had never experienced anything as erotic as sex with Jude.
The woman talked the whole way through, all three times he’d reached for her during the night. She told him what she wanted, everything she felt, what she wanted to learn from him. She was innocent, refreshing, and truly sensual. He’d never been with anyone like her and, most likel
y, would never be with her again.
After tonight, he’d let her go research her newfound excitement with another man. Another man who would taste her, feel her innocence and love.
He groaned, pulling her back to his chest. The warmth of her velvet skin…her tangy essence when she’d come in his mouth. She let out a sleepy groan and snuggled her ass against him.
He lifted her leg, opening her to enter from behind. She was still wet, still so warm and welcoming. She was heaven wrapped tightly around him, as he slowly pumped into her. He didn’t know how he’d ever let her go, but he would. He didn’t do love, and this woman was all about love. She deserved it and he couldn’t give it to her.
So, instead, he took this moment to revel in her brilliance, her acceptance. Something he didn’t deserve.
Her lush body was a wonderland of sensation. So responsive as she writhed against him in time with his pleading strokes.
“Beck…” she whispered and convulsed around him. This woman was made for sex.
He nuzzled her hair, allowing his dick to enjoy every contraction of her pulsing wet channel. “Baby, I’m going to come so hard inside you. Do you want me to come inside you? Are you protected?”
She reached over her head and grabbed his hair. “Yes, please. Beck, please!”
He thanked the Lord for birth control then slammed his hips into her, giving her everything he was, as he erupted deep inside her.
Suddenly, she pulled away. “Wait. Oh no, wait!” She rolled onto her back and he grabbed himself and stroked, finishing on her stomach. Her eyes widened as his dick pulsed, spurting his semen across her skin.
“Jesus H. Christ, woman!” He finished and flopped on top of her, exhausted from one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever had.
Jude leaped off the bed and paced, his come glistening on her beautiful skin. He was an animal for enjoying the view of his mark on her.
“I…I had no idea it was so late. I need to go.”
He didn’t want her to go. He wanted the heaven he’d experienced inside her again, the bliss of being buried inside her with no barrier numbing his dick.
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