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He lifted his head, watching her as she came.

Eventually her body relaxed although her breathing was still ragged. She smiled up at him, shocked and delighted at the same time. “Wow” was all she could say.

He chuckled at that. His finger was still inside her. He pulled it out and then penetrated her again—this time with two fingers. Then he lowered his face, carefully arranging himself so he could use his mouth and his hand at the same time.

“You don’t have to—” Her weak attempt to speak broke off with a startled cry as he closed his lips at her clit and sucked hard.

Her hips came up off the pillow, and she pulled so hard at the sheet it came loose.

Jude pumped his fingers as he worked his mouth, and it was so, so good. So, so needed.

She kept making wordless, embarrassing sounds—far too loud for being outside. She was never noisy like this. She needed to quiet down. But her attempts to close her mouth or bite her lip simply didn’t work.

Another orgasm was mounting—even deeper than before—and her entire body was chasing it. She tried to ride his face and hands with her hips. He had to hold her still with his free hand. Her hands moved restlessly from the bedding to the pillow beneath her head to the loose, thick strands of Jude’s hair.

Eventually she could do nothing but grip his head and hold on as she crested the wave of another orgasm.

She was hoarse when the pleasure finally faded. She hadn’t been screaming—definitely not that—but she was still way too loud. Someone might have heard. She was flushed all the way down to her chest from both the effort and the embarrassment.

Jude lifted his head, his beard damp and his expression filled with some kind of bone-deep, primal satisfaction.

“You have every reason to be pleased with yourself,” she told him, “but you don’t have to say anything smug.”

After wiping off his mouth and beard with his forearm, he laughed out loud and moved up so he could hug her.

She wrapped her arms around him as he rolled them onto their sides mid-embrace so that his weight wasn’t fully resting on her.

“Thank you,” she finally managed to say. “That… I never expected it to be that good.”

“I’m glad it was good,” he murmured thickly, adjusting so he could kiss her lightly. “It was just as good for me.”

“Maybe not just as good. You’re still pretty hard for it to bejustas good.”

“True. Maybe we can do something about that now.”

“Please.”

He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, helping her adjust her body so she was straddling his hips. They worked together until she’d gotten into position and sheathed his erection.

Jude groaned helplessly as she shifted to get more comfortable with the penetration.

“How is it, angel?” he asked after a minute, gazing up at her like she was everything.

Everything.

“It’s good. Really good. You feel bigger than normal for some reason.”

“Really?” His expression brightened.

She giggled and leaned down to kiss him. But she moved too fast and she was so wet that the shift in position caused him to slip right out of her.

So they had to get back into position with him inside her. This time he held her by the hips to keep her in place as she started to ride him.

She never used to like being on top, but she did with Jude. Mostly because he liked watching her move above him so much. His besotted expression really got her going. Soon she was moving fast and eager on top of him—so enthusiastically that her hair and breasts were bouncing. Jude was bucking up from below and clenching his hands in the soft flesh of her bottom.

When she came again, she made more of those shamelessly loud cries. Jude came immediately after her, releasing an equally uninhibited exclamation as his body jerked and rocked through his climax.

She fell over on top of him afterward, and he wrapped both arms around her. They gasped and panted together. He made an occasional moan of pure satisfaction.

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