Ten
The satin sheets on the bed were blood red this time—which seemed fitting considering what we were about to do. I tried not to think about my last abortive effort at sex in this room but I couldn’t help flashing on the way I had freaked out and run away the minute Jude had begun to enter me. God, how was I going to get through this? You’ll get through it because you have to, I told myself sternly. And besides, maybe it won’t be so bad.
Maybe it wouldn’t at that. After all, Jude was holding me, carrying me close to his broad chest, and I wasn’t screaming or struggling to get away. Of course, neither was I very relaxed or enjoying the closeness with him in any way. I held my body stiff, like a piece of wood, anticipating the moment he would lay me down and stop touching me.
It came soon enough when he deposited me gently on the bed and murmured that he would be right back. I wasn’t sure where he was going and I wasn’t sure if I cared. I just concentrated on not jumping up and running away. Instead I closed my eyes and imagined looking down on myself from the ceiling—a petite woman with long, curly black hair and dark eyes ensconced in a sea of red satin. I thought it must look as if I were lying in a pool of blood, which wasn’t very comforting. But before I could brood too much over the position I found myself in, Jude returned.
Dangling from his hand was a pair of handcuffs.
I could tell they were silver the minute he got close to me and very high content, at that. There was a sharp metallic tang in the air that alerted me to the fact. They would have burned any vamp or were they were put on except for the fact that the cuffs were encircled with thick black velvet to block skin contact.
But covered or not, they were enough to start my heart racing all over again. Easy, I told myself, trying to stay where I was and not run away. You asked him to tie you down—he’s just doing what you said. It didn’t matter how I tried to calm myself, though—I still stared at the velvet-covered silver handcuffs in dismay. The thought of being held down, unable to move while Jude parted my legs and did what I’d all but begged him to do had me in a cold sweat. But it’s still better than Engle, I reminded myself, trying to control my breathing. That was true. But there was no denying that no matter who took my virginity, it was bound to be an excruciatingly awful experience.
“Nice cuffs,” I made myself say, hoping my voice didn’t sound too shaky. “Where…where did you get them?”
He raised an eyebrow. “My father was a magistrate among our kind. These were specially made to restrain even the strongest vampire. There is absolutely no possibility of escape once they’re put on.”
“I-I see.” I had to blink rapidly because black spots were suddenly dancing in front of my eyes. It took an enormous effort of self-control but I took a deep breath and made myself sit up and hold out my bare wrists to him. “Do it,” I said, my voice tight. “Just do it quickly, that’s all I ask.”
“Luz…” He sat down beside me on the bed and put the cuffs to one side. Then he gathered me to him, cradling me in his lap. “Be still,” he murmured, when I moved restlessly against him. “Be still, Luz. Let me hold you. Let yourself relax.”
I didn’t think I could relax—not with the thought of the silver handcuffs dancing in my brain, but I could let him hold me. We sat there, unmoving, for what felt like hours and finally I began to be less tense. Carefully, as though he was touching a wild animal that might bolt, Jude began to stroke my hair. He used a soft, almost hypnotic rhythm, his big hand moving over my curls in long, soothing strokes. So slowly I barely knew what was happening, he pressed my head toward him until it was resting on his shoulder.
The warm scent of his skin invaded my senses and the heat of his big body against mine began to seem comforting instead of threatening. I didn’t even mind the way his large arms encircled me, holding me close. It felt safe instead of scary to be held that way—it felt right.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice less shaky.
“Gentling you. I want you to know that no matter what happens, you’ll always be safe in my arms.”
How I wanted to believe him! I turned my face to the warm skin of his chest and breathed him in, filling my lungs with his comforting scent, allowing myself to enjoy having him close. I knew in a moment my calm would turn to fear, that the minute Jude put me on my back and spread my legs the panic would return full force. But I didn’t want to deal with that until I had to. Right then I just wanted to relax and breathe his scent and let him hold me.
After what felt like an eternity, Jude put me down carefully and picked up the cuffs. Immediately my heart rate skyrocketed and my breathing became more shallow. Here we go. This is it. No turning back now.
I held out my wrists again but Jude shook his head. “No, Luz, these aren’t for you.”
“Not for me? But then why…what…” I looked at him in confusion. But instead of putting the cuffs on my wrists, he put them in the palm of my hand and curled my fingers around them.
“They’re for me, beloved,” he murmured. Moving slowly, never taking his eyes off me, he pushed down his jeans and boxers until he was bare before me. He wasn’t hard—not yet—and he was careful not to crowd me once he was naked. Instead, he lay on his back in the middle of the bed and put his arms up over his head.
I looked at him stupidly. “I don’t understand.”
“Put them on me,” Jude said patiently. “There’s a center strut in the middle of the headboard—you can slide the chain through there.”
I still wasn’t getting it. “But why…how can you do, uh, what you have to do if you’re chained up?”
A small smile flitted around the corners of his full mouth. “I’ll be able to perform, never fear. But only if you come to me.”
“This isn’t what I meant at all,” I protested.
“I know. But if we’re going to do this, we’ll do it my way.” He looked at me sternly. “I’ll keep my word to you on my terms. And my terms are that you chain me up. You’re going to take the lead on this one, Luz. You’re going to be completely in control.”
For some reason his words seemed to echo in my mind. I had never thought of doing anything like this—not even in my most vivid nightmares or wildest fantasies. It seemed wrong for Jude to be the one tied down and not me, but it was also strangely appealing.
“Go on.” Jude nodded at the cuffs, his muscular arms still stretched up over his head. “Do it, Luz.”
Numbly, I did as he said. I crawled to the head of the bed and circled one of his wrists with a velvet-covered cuff. “You do have the key for these, don’t you?” I asked as I threaded the chain that connected the cuffs around the base of the headboard. “I mean, this would be really hard to explain if we had to call a locksmith.”
“The key is in the top right drawer of my armoire.” He nodded at the tall, solid oak piece of furniture that looked like it had been made in Colonial times. “But you won’t have to use it until you’re done.”
I finished clicking his other hand in place, making sure everything was secure. Then I sat back on my heels and just looked at him. Stretched out on the bed, naked as he was, he was a real treat for the eyes. There wasn’t a spare ounce of flesh on him anywhere—it was just a vast expanse of marble-white rippling muscle. His nipples stood out, two small pink nubs in the center of his broad chest, and his sculpted torso led to narrow hips and long, muscular legs. A soft trail of dark blond hair ran from his navel to his shaft.
Looking at it, I saw that he still wasn’t aroused but neither was he completely soft either. Hmm, did he like being restrained or did he like the fact that it was me doing the restraining? Either way, I found that I didn’t feel nearly as threatened as I had earlier. What had bothered me before he was cuffed wasn’t just his cock—it was how big he was, how obviously and completely male. After what I’d been through, just being with someone so much bigger and stronger than me was scary. But with Jude restrained and unable to touch me, I felt much of my fear leak away to be replaced with just the tiniest spark of interest.
I looked back up to his face after my leisurely visual tour. “Now what?”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Now you take the lead, Luz. I am completely at your mercy.”
“But I…” I licked my lips. “Jude, I’m not sure I can do this.”
“Then it won’t get done. If you want me, you’ll have to take me.”
When I was still silent he lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “I am serious. Do whatever you want to me, Luz. I’m yours.”
I fluttered my hands helplessly. “I appreciate the offer. I just…don’t know where to start.”
“Why not start with a kiss?”
“That sounds nice,” I admitted, and it did. Now that he was the helpless one, I found myself remembering how much I liked to kiss him and how delicious his mouth always tasted.
I was still near the head of the bed kneeling beside him so it was easy to lean over, my hair hanging to one side like a dark curtain, and press my lips to his. They were soft and giving and for a minute Jude didn’t even try to kiss me back. He just let me take my time exploring his mouth. Then slowly he parted his lips—an invitation. One I felt ready to accept.
Carefully, I slipped my tongue into his mouth, lapping tentatively, tasting him as delicately as a butterfly drinking nectar from a flower. Jude held very, very still but finally I felt just the tip of his tongue brush mine. I withdrew for a minute but then came back for more.
Jude began to kiss me back, slowly at first and then with more strength. I traced his fangs carefully, feeling their sharp points against my sensitive flesh and sucked his tongue, taking him into me. He groaned softly and I felt a surge of empowerment at the low sound. I was the one turning him on and I had the power to continue to feed his desire or to leave him wanting.
I don’t know how long we kissed but I do know that at some point it wasn’t enough and I wanted more—wanted to explore him. Slowly, I kissed my way down the strong column of his throat, nipping playfully to make him groan again. Jude definitely liked being bitten, maybe as much as he liked biting, something I would have to keep in mind for the future.
A part of me wondered, What future? Hadn’t I decided I would never want to see him after this was over? But somehow, I no longer felt that way—maybe because I was no longer afraid. I didn’t feel like a victim anymore. I felt strong, empowered and, from the way Jude was responding to my attentions, I was beginning to feel sexy too.
I reached his nipples and teased the hard little nubs with my tongue. Then I looked up at him. “Do you like that?”
His eyes were glowing softly in the dim room. “I love the feel of your sweet mouth on any part of me,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on mine.
“What about this?” I sucked a nipple into my mouth again, nipping him sharply until he gasped.
Jude’s eyes were half lidded now and his deep voice was hoarse when he answered. “Do as you wish, Luz. Lick, suck, or bite me—I don’t care as long as you don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I whispered, and to my surprise it was true. In the slow exploration of his body and the knowledge that I was utterly and completely safe with him, I had found the desire I had thought would never come back. The flame of my lust had been rekindled and though it was only a tiny spark right now, I had the feeling that with a little encouragement it could become a raging bonfire.
“What next?” I asked Jude. I wasn’t quite ready to touch him lower yet—I needed a little more time before I could go there. But I wanted to keep the momentum building, wanted to keep feeding the flames of desire I could feel growing between us.
“Do you feel ready to let me see you?” he asked softly. “You don’t have to if you’d rather not, but I would love to look at your beautiful body again.”
Although earlier that evening I would rather have died than let him see me naked, it suddenly seemed like a good idea. I remembered the way I had felt the other night, before things had gone wrong. The way I had seen myself through Jude’s eyes and had known deep down that I was beautiful. I wanted that feeling—that knowledge of my own beauty—again.
“All right,” I said, making a decision. “I think I can do that.” I sat back on my heels and reached for the hem of the red T-shirt. Then slowly, taking my time, I pulled it up and over my head, baring my body to him completely.
Jude gave a low murmur of appreciation.
“What?” I asked, uncertain of what he’d said.
“Beautiful.” He smiled at me. “You’re so beautiful, Luz.”
I felt a sudden stab of regret. “Beautiful and broken, you mean.” I crossed my arms over my bare breasts and looked down.
“That which is broken can be fixed,” Jude said softly. “Don’t hide yourself, Luz. Let me see you.”
Reluctantly, I let my arms fall to my side and watched his face as he drank me in. He didn’t say anything else but his expression of reverent desire made me feel beautiful as no words ever could. I’m the one who put that look on his face, I thought, loving the way it made me feel. I’m the one he wants. And I want him too.
With that realization, I understood that letting him look at me wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel close to him, to feel his skin against mine. Slowly I lay down beside him and pressed my bare breasts against his side.
“Mmm, that’s nice.” Jude smiled down at me and I knew he wished he could put his arms around me. I wished it too, but I was still more comfortable having him restrained. So I didn’t mention the handcuff key in the top drawer of his armoire and he didn’t either.
“You’re always so warm,” I murmured, nuzzling my face against him. “I thought vamps were supposed to be cold.”
“Made vampires are,” he said, his voice rumbling through me since I had my ear pressed to his chest. “Their bodies are essentially human so the blood they ingest doesn’t really circulate—it only keeps them alive. But I was born a vampire so this state is natural for me. As natural as changing during a full moon is for you.”
I sighed. “I wonder if it will ever really be natural for me. Or if I’ll find a place I can change and be left alone.”
“Everything will be made right in the fullness of time.” Jude bent his neck to kiss the top of my head. “Don’t think about it now, Luz.”
I looked up at him. “What should I think about then?”
He gave me a lazy smile. “I don’t know about you, but I was thinking how good your breasts feel pressed against my chest. Do you think you could let me kiss them?”
I bit my lower lip, feeling a surge of desire mixed with uncertainty. Up until now, I had been doing all the touching. But now Jude wanted to change things by touching me—well, kissing me anyway.
Where’s the harm? whispered a little voice in my head. It’s not like things can get out of hand—he’s chained down. It was true and it gave me the surge of confidence I needed.
“All right,” I said, sitting up so I could look at him more easily. “I guess that would be okay.”
“Come here, then.” His voice was rough with lust and I felt another surge of confidence when I realized that it was lust he could do nothing about. It was entirely up to me if he touched me or not. Entirely up to me how far we would go and what we would do.
I crawled higher on the bed and leaned over him to put my breasts in his face but the angle was wrong.
“Straddle me,” Jude said. “Put your knees on either side of my chest.”
For a moment I hesitated to be so open, so close to him. But the desire I could see burning in his eyes and the heat that was slowly building between my own thighs helped decide me. Moving a little awkwardly, trying not to hurt him, I got one knee on either side of his chest and leaned down, letting my breasts brush against his face.
I expected him to suck one of my nipples into his mouth at once but he didn’t. Instead he began by nuzzling against me, pressing his face to the slopes of my breasts, breathing me in as I had breathed him in earlier. Then, slowly and carefully, he began to lick and kiss.
His hot tongue made a ticklish trail across my flesh and I quickly realized that since Jude had limited mobility, it was up to me where he licked me. I could give him the undersides of my breasts, or the sides, or the nipples if I wished. All I had to do was move against him and he would gladly accept whatever part I offered.
I played with my new power for a while, teasing him by offering just the sides of my breasts and one or two quick licks at my areolas. But at last my desire grew too great and I pressed one of my nipples against his seeking mouth.
Keeping his eyes on mine to see my reaction, Jude slowly extended his tongue. I moaned breathlessly as he lapped my tight pink nub and then sucked it into his mouth. He was gentle at first and then, when I moved restlessly against him, he increased his suction, taking as much of my breast as he could into his mouth at one time. I could feel the twin points of his fangs bracketing my tender nipple and knew he was being careful not to bite me—even though I don’t think I would have minded at that point.
Jude sucked and licked for a long time and then I gave him the other nipple. I could feel the pull of his hot mouth all the way down between my legs where my pussy was getting wet and ready. It seemed amazing that he could have this effect on me after the trauma I’d endured earlier but I couldn’t deny my own arousal. I didn’t think it would have been possible without his infinite patience and the fact that I had complete and total control of the situation, but it was true—I wanted him.
After what seemed like hours of having him suck my nipples, I sat back, panting. I was ready for more but I didn’t know what. One look in Jude’s eyes told me he did, though—and he was eager to share his ideas.
“What is it?” I asked, half amused and completely turned-on. “What do you want to kiss now?”
“I think you know, Luz.” His eyes flicked down between my legs to where my pussy slit was slippery with my juices. My legs were spread wide to straddle his broad chest and the position opened me up, showing the deep pink of my inner folds. “You’re wet, aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling a pleasurable kind of embarrassment.
He looked at me with that lazy smile. “What do you think we should do about that?”
“I don’t know.” I returned his smile tentatively. “But I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”
“I want to taste you. Want to put my tongue inside you and lick and suck all that sweet cunt honey I can see all over your pussy.” His voice was hoarse with need—a need I felt echoed in myself.
“All right,” I said softly. “But I’m not sure how…should I uncuff you so you can reach me?”
Jude’s response was immediate. “No, don’t do that yet. I don’t want you to set me free until we’re completely finished.”
“But then how…”
“Sit on my face,” he answered my unfinished question. “Just come a little higher and put your knees on either side of my head. Then lower yourself down so I can reach you.”
“I’ll hurt you,” I objected. But Jude shook his head.
“You can’t. Remember what I am, Luz. Vampires are nearly indestructible so there is no way you can hurt me with your sweet, curvy body.”
“You’re sure?” I asked uncertainly.
“Very sure.” His eyes were burning again but this time I knew the red light in them was pure lust. “You know how I love to taste you, Luz. Don’t deny me.”
I didn’t want to deny him or myself. There was no doubt he could do magical things with his tongue and I couldn’t help remembering the overwhelming pleasure he’d given me that last two times he’d gone down on me.
Moving carefully, I crawled up his body and repositioned myself with my knees on either side of his head, just as he’d asked. Luckily the headboard was close enough to grab on to now so I used it for leverage as I lowered myself slowly and tentatively toward his eager mouth.
I felt a long, slow lick from the bottom of my slit to the top and heard Jude’s low rumble of desire as he tasted me again. Pleasure spiked through me as he darted his tongue over my swollen folds and flicked it rapidly against my clit. But though the feelings were delicious and intense, they weren’t quite enough to push me over the edge.
Jude seemed to understand my problem because he stopped licking and looked up at me, his eyes burning with need. “You need to trust me, Luz. I’ll never be able to make you come in this position unless you give me more direct contact.”
“You need me to come down lower?” I asked and he nodded.
“Come all the way down for me, beloved. And don’t be afraid to move. I love to press my tongue against you and feel you take your pleasure with me.”
“Take my pleasure?” I asked.
“Ride me. Ride my tongue.” The look in his eyes was beyond lust and I could tell that this, more than anything else we’d done together, made him hotter than hell. “I love the taste of your juices,” he murmured. “Come down to me, Luz, and let me drink again.”
His words and the look in his eyes aroused me all over again. “All right,” I said, breathlessly. “I-I trust you, Jude. I’ll come lower.”
“Very good,” he murmured and flicked his surprisingly long tongue up to bathe my clit once more.
I moaned softly and lowered myself down on him as he seemed to want. This time I didn’t hold back. His perfect confidence made me confident too, so when I felt his tongue, flat and hot against my open cunt, I pressed against it, rocking against him in a slow, delicious rhythm that sent showers of sparks humming through my entire body.
Jude held still and let me use him. I made the most of what he offered, rubbing my pussy against his tongue and reveling in the feeling of his hot, wet mouth against me. I didn’t have to worry if he was enjoying himself either—the low groan I could hear building in his chest let me know he was loving every minute of the long, intimate kiss. He swallowed every once in a while, lapping briefly at me before going back to holding still, and I knew he was tasting my juices, just as he’d wanted to.
Slowly at first and then faster, I felt myself beginning to climb to the peak. I was getting close…so close. I gripped the headboard until my knuckles turned white and threw back my head, feeling the ends of my long hair tickling the small of my back. The orgasm was in my reach—if I could just grab it…
Biting my lower lip, I pressed as hard as I could, pumping my hips in time to my own internal rhythm, working myself against Jude, riding his tongue as he had asked me to. And then, finally, the orgasm was on me, rolling over me like a warm tide. I couldn’t think anymore—couldn’t do anything but feel. I was gasping and crying, gripping the headboard with one hand and Jude’s thick hair with the other as I shuddered with pleasure, giving myself up to the delicious sensation of his mouth against my pussy.
Jude’s response was immediate. As soon as the first tremors of orgasm were over, he moved his mouth down and pressed his tongue deep inside me. The feeling of it filling me, of his short, shallow strokes inside my trembling inner walls, almost made me come again. God, in this position he could really get his tongue deep inside me. It was almost like…
Almost like he was fucking me with his cock.
The thought almost stopped me cold. Because it wasn’t fear or loathing I felt when I imagined Jude moving inside me. It was desire. Need. Lust. I wanted him in me—really wanted him.
I moved back, out of reach of his mouth and started to tell him I felt ready but the look in his eyes stopped me. They were burning and hooded, so filled with longing and desire it took my breath away. His mouth was shiny with my juices, his lips red from our prolonged erotic contact.
“Kiss me,” he rasped and it wasn’t a request.
Leaning over I pressed my mouth to his, moaning softly when I tasted myself on him. Jude pressed his tongue rhythmically into my mouth, just as he had done to my pussy a few moments earlier. I twined my fingers through his hair and held on tight, kissing and sucking and licking, trying to get every last trace of my honey from his lips.
The way Jude kissed me—and let me kiss him—was amazing. But now more than ever, I knew I wanted more. So at last I straightened up and looked at him.
“Jude,” I murmured. “I want you in me.”
“Are you sure?” Some of the lust in his eyes faded to concern. “Really sure this time? I don’t want you to rush yourself or do anything you’re not ready to do.”
“I’m sure,” I said and this time there was no niggling little voice of doubt at the back of my brain. I was ready for him, body and soul.
When I scooted lower, straddling his hips instead of his chest, I saw that Jude was ready for me too. His shaft was rigid, almost pulsing it was so hard, and the head of it was glossy with his precum. He moaned raggedly as I circled it with my fingers and I knew if he hadn’t been cuffed to the bed, his hands would have been all over me, stroking my breasts…caressing my thighs…teasing my pussy.
I liked the idea so much I almost uncuffed him right then and there. But I remembered the way I had felt ready before and then freaked out. Better to leave him as he was and see how I reacted to the feel of his long cock entering me before I rashly decided that I was healed enough emotionally to let him go.
I had him in my hand and was ready to start but I felt…awkward…unsure. I’d seen sex in movies and I had a vibrator I used regularly but it seemed strange to just saddle up and mount him while he lay there supine on the bed.
Jude must have seen the uncertainty on my face because he lifted his head and caught my eyes with his own. “Are you all right, Luz?”
“I am, I really am,” I told him truthfully. “And I want to do this but it seems strange to just, I don’t know…stick it in.”
Jude rumbled laughter. “Then don’t just ‘stick it in’ as you put it. Take your time. Rub me against yourself. Make yourself feel good first.”
It sounded like good advice to me. Grasping him firmly in one hand, I lowered myself until I could stroke the broad head of his shaft over my slippery inner folds. Jude and I moaned at the same time as he slid over me, teasing the heated pearl of my clit with his cock.
“Like this?” I asked, as I did it again, looking into his eyes.
“Just like that, beloved.” He groaned again. “That’s right—use me to make yourself feel good, work yourself against me, Luz.”
I was really beginning to get into it now. The feel of his hot, hard shaft slipping back and forth over my open pussy and hearing Jude’s low groans as I rubbed him against me was incredibly arousing. It must have been for him too. Judging from the hot look in his eyes and the way his hands were clenched into fists, he was enjoying the show I was putting on and the feel of my pussy against his cock almost as much as I was.
It was inevitable that his shaft would finally find entry to my channel. I was enjoying myself too much to pay attention to how far I was letting him slide and before I knew it, the broad, plum-shaped head was lodged firmly at the entrance to my pussy. In fact, it was almost halfway inside me before I realized what was happening and stopped.
“Luz?” Jude looked at me again, lust and concern mingling in his face. “You can end this now, if you need to,” he said though I could tell from the tension in his big body how much he wanted me to continue. “It’s all right. Just stop.”
But this was what I had come here to do and by now I not only needed to do it—I wanted to. Wanted to feel Jude inside me, filling me to the limit. Wanted to give myself to him and see the look in his eyes when he came inside me. Was I still a little frightened? Yes, I had to admit to myself. But my desire for Jude and the trust I felt for him was enough to overcome that with a stronger, deeper emotion.
Looking him in the eye, I said, “I don’t want to stop.” And then, my legs trembling with the effort to hold myself in position, I began to lower myself down.
Of course, it was easier said than done. I’d had nothing inside me but a very slim wand vibrator and Jude was considerably longer and over twice as thick as my little toy. I bit my lower lip as I felt him stretch me while he slid deeper and deeper into me, inch by inch.
“Slowly, beloved,” Jude urged me, watching as I lowered myself onto him. “I don’t want to hurt you—you’re very tight.”
“I know,” I said softly, still trying to ease him into me. “I’m sorry.”
Jude shook his head. “Don’t apologize, Luz. You’re beautiful. Beautiful and brave, taking me inside you like this. You have no idea how erotic it is to watch your tight pussy sliding down onto my shaft.”
It was an incredibly hot sight, watching his thick cock disappear into my cunt. And the pleasure wasn’t purely visual, either. Despite the stretching feeling as he entered me, it felt good too—felt right to be filled with him so intimately. And because I was the one in control I had no fear or anxiety about having him inside me. I knew at any time I wanted I could get up and walk away. Though I had no wish to do that, the knowledge that I could if I wanted to gave me the strength and confidence to keep going. And then finally, his pelvis was flush with mine and I knew he was all the way inside me.
I moaned softly as the head of his cock pressed hard against the end of my channel and Jude gave an answering groan. But to give him credit, he didn’t move a muscle though every instinct he had must have been screaming for him to thrust into me as hard as he could.
Bracing my hands on his torso, I rested and trying to get used to being filled with him. Jude was as still as a stone underneath me but I could feel his cock throbbing with need, stretching me even as we were both perfectly still. At last I looked up at him.
“How does it feel?” He was watching me with half-lidded eyes, desire written plainly on his face.
“Good,” I said. “I feel…I’ve never felt this full before. But I think I like it.” I moved tentatively and Jude made a low, appreciative sound.
“That’s right,” he growled softly. “Do that again, Luz. Move up and down—fuck yourself on me.”
The hot, dirty words seemed to ignite something inside me. With a soft moan of pleasure, I lifted myself so that several inches of his long shaft slid out of me and then lowered myself again until I felt him all the way inside me once more. Then I did it again…and again.
Each time I raised off him a little more and let myself down a little harder, a little faster. Jude groaned along with me on each deep penetration, his fangs showing in a silent snarl of effort as he forced himself to hold back and let me do whatever I needed to do. But at last, my own efforts weren’t enough—I needed more of him and I needed it now.
“Jude,” I gasped, grinding against him as I tried unsuccessfully to get more of a rhythm. “I need more…need you…”
“What do you need?” His eyes blazed at me. “Tell me, Luz—say it.”
“I need…need you to help me,” I moaned. “Please, Jude, I’m so close but I just can’t…quite…make it. Fuck me.”
My words seemed to set something loose inside him—some animal of pure lust he’d been keeping tightly chained suddenly slipped its leash and ran free. With a low roar, he pulled back and then surged upward, thrusting his shaft to the hilt into my pussy and sending shock waves of pleasure through my entire body.
I gasped at the sudden invasion, loving the feeling of him pounding into me. Jude had been holding back for ages by now and I realized that, having invited him to break his own self-imposed restraint, I was in for a wild ride.
Leaning back, I braced my hands against his thighs, opening myself for him completely as he fucked me. I could feel the muscles of his long legs moving under me, could see his biceps knotting and his fists clenching with effort as he thrust up into me again and again. I’m sure it would have been easier for him if his hands had been free but he had been right in telling that he could still perform—even chained down he was beyond amazing.
“Jude…oh God, Jude.” I was moaning his name, unable to stop as I felt myself climbing to another orgasm. I was close and getting closer all the time but I still needed a little something more.
Despite the effort he was putting in, Jude obviously noticed my problem.
“Touch yourself for me, Luz,” he said hoarsely, never stopping the deep, delicious rhythm he’d established. “Pet your pussy while I fuck you—let me see you make yourself come.”
Once again his hot words had an electric effect on me. Though I had never imagined doing anything so intimate for a lover, I let my fingers trail down to where we were joined. Then, keeping my eyes locked with his, I began to stroke the sensitive button of my clit as he continued to thrust inside me.
“Does that feel good?” His voice was ragged. “Tell me how it feels, Luz.”
“Feels wonderful,” I moaned. “Not…not as good as you though. As your tongue.”
His eyes flashed. “Love to eat your sweet little cunt. Love to feel you quivering all around me when you come.”
“I…I love it too.” The intimacy of letting him watch me touch myself along with his hard, driving thrusts inside me was too much. With a low moan, I felt myself tipping over the edge of orgasm as pleasure sparked through my veins. I came so hard I actually saw stars for a moment—white-hot explosions in front of my eyes that made me wonder if I was going to pass out. I didn’t though, and when my vision cleared, I realized that Jude was coming too.
I could feel my inner muscles clenching around him, milking him like a fist and then, with a low groan, he pressed up, entering me as deeply as he could, and began to pulse inside me. I didn’t know what other women felt at this moment or if they felt anything at all, but with Jude, it was an incredibly intense moment. I could actually feel his cum filling me, feel its heat spilling into me as he released.
For a moment we were tense, straining against each other as the pleasure overwhelmed us. I could have sworn I felt Jude’s pleasure as well as my own—his joy at having me, his need to keep me near. Or maybe I only I thought I did. But whatever the cause, the result was the same. It was an emotional and physical release more intense than any I had ever experienced in my life.
I put my head on his chest and cried.