Lying beneath Jude was beyond anything I had ever imagined happening with an Edwards boy. He had just made me come from the mere touch of his mouth and hand on my tits, and I was suddenly a little nervous as to how I would react to him touching me anywhere else with anything else.

When he kissed me, and his hand skimmed over my skin to my breast again, I couldn’t help but shift my hips against him. I wanted more. I needed more, and all this slow and tender was only setting that bar higher and higher for when he finally did sink inside me.

I could feel how wet I was, I could feel how hard he was, and I wanted nothing more than to have him move the tiniest fraction more and let his cock slide right in where it was meant to be. There was very little keeping us apart, there was very little keeping me holding on to my sanity.

Again, he twisted my nipple, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrapped my legs around him, and his perfectly aligned cock slid slowly just where I wanted it to be. He pried his mouth from mine and moaned out. “Oh fuck, Ellie.” I thought that he might stop himself; instead, he pushed back against me and didn’t stop until every last inch of his magnificent dick was firmly enshrouded in the wet warmth of my needy cunt.

When he pulled back and slid all the way back in again, I cried out. The sensation was better than anything I have ever experienced before. No man would ever feel like this inside me. Not ever. I rocked my hips up to meet his every move as he started a slow and steady pace, sliding into me as deeply as he could over and over.

The man wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to me. It was perfect. It was beautiful. It was, I realised at that moment, something that no man had ever done to me before in my life. I was twenty-seven years old, and not once in that time had I ever been more than someone to fuck.

I don’t know how he managed to keep up the pace that he did. I don’t know how he resisted the temptation to get faster and drive into me harder. I wasn’t complaining. Oh, I was moaning, but it was for a much different reason.

I wasn’t thinking about the other Edwards men. I wasn’t worrying that they were hearing me. I didn’t care, they didn’t even occur to me. It was all just Jude and me, nothing else in the world existed.

Jude dipped his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth again. Mixed with the tempo of his cock deep inside me it had me hot and ready to come in just moments.

“Oh, Jude!” I cried out as I came apart around him for the first time, and the second time by his actions.

He paused, buried all the way inside me and waited until my pussy had stopped pulsing its grip around his cock. “You feel so good when you come around my cock,” he whispered across my lips before claiming another kiss.

I tightened my hold around him, my feet resting on his arse as I crossed my ankles trapping him right where he was. I hungrily ran my tongue over his, kissing him back as hard as I could. Because of my legs, he had no option but to start shortly faster strokes, staying mostly within my warm wet depths. I grabbed at his arms. I squeezed his biceps, I ran my fingers over his chest and his back, staring at him, never letting him break the look that was being exchanged between us.

It felt so incredibly intimate to be looking right at someone as they repeatedly teased every nerve inside you and drove you towards another climax, but I couldn’t look away, I didn’t want to look away, I needed more.

“That’s it, beautiful Elle.” He encouraged as I felt another wave of climax coming over me, he dropped his head to my chest and covered my other nipple with his mouth, sucking on it lightly and encouraging yet another orgasm out of my body. Every inch of me shuddered in a powerful climax. I repeated his name over and over like it was the only word that I had the brain power to produce. I wasn’t sure that wasn’t exactly how it was. I felt everything, everywhere, I was on overload, and I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt.

Jude stilled inside me as he rode out the waves of my orgasm from within me. He glanced up at me and moved instantly from my breast back to my mouth. I became convinced he was actually trying to kill me. Slowly he started to move inside me again, every time he did the next crest of pleasure came harder and faster than the one before it.

I have no idea how many times Jude made me come. I just know that it was a lot and he took his time with me every single one. Sweat covered him. His movements were getting less rhythmic, I knew that he was finally getting close to his own climax. I put my hand on his cheek, and he looked right at me. From his cheek my hand moved to the rest of his body, starting with his neck and shoulders, over his arms, grabbing his biceps.

I could feel yet another orgasm building in my cunt, and I wanted this one to take Jude over the edge with me. I kept gazing at him, I kept stroking him and grabbing him. His hand came up and cupped my face, and he looked at me like I was the most precious thing that he had ever seen.

The next words out of my mouth surprised even me. Of all the dirty things that I could have whispered, of all the filthy encouragement I could have uttered, only one phrase came from my mouth when he looked at me like he was.

“Oh God, Jude, I love you.”

Jude’s breathing hitched, and he looked right at me as he and I finally came together. His arms wouldn’t hold him up anymore, and still, inside me, he fell forward the full weight of him leaning on my body. I didn’t want him to move. I didn’t want him to pull out. I wrapped my legs back around him, wanting to keep him right there for as long as I could.

Tears started to spill from the corners of my eyes. I held my breath to prevent myself from crying and Jude thinking he had done something wrong. He hadn’t, the tears that were falling from my eyes were the tears that happen when you realise that you’ve been missing out on something for such a long time. When you understand that nothing you have ever felt will ever come close to how you feel in this moment.

He nuzzled into my neck. “I love you too, Ellie. I always have.” I couldn’t hold it back at that point. A strangled sob escaped from me. Jude’s head and shoulders shot up instantly to look and me and see just what the hell was going on. How could I explain this? Jude smiled at me and kissed me softly.

“You don’t need to cry, my sweet girl. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” His kind words soothed me, he wiped my tears and kissed my face.

“I just...” I started to explain.

“Shhh, I know, hits you hard, doesn’t it?” He got it. I didn’t need to explain, I didn’t need to tell him what I was thinking, he just understood.