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She tossed her head back and forth as he accelerated the rhythm of his hand. It made a sloppy, wet sound that was oddly appealing. “Jude. Jude.”

He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Hoarse and helpless. Trusting. He pressed hard against her G-spot until she arched dramatically off the bed and bit back a cry of release as she shook through an orgasm.

He pushed his fingers into her contracting muscles until her shuddering had settled and her body had relaxed.

He lifted his head and saw her smiling up at him, sated and slightly groggy. “Thank you. That was amazing.”

He kissed her. “Good. Did you get enough?”

His own arousal was an aching torment on his body now, but if she wanted more, he would give it to her.

“Not nearly enough. But I want you inside me when I get more.”

He almost groaned in relief. She must have seen it on his face because she snickered.

“You shouldn’t laugh at your husband,” he told her, reaching down to unfasten his trousers and push them down enoughto retrieve his erection from his underwear. “He’s having a problem with patience at the moment.”

More giggles rippled out of her. She patted his cheek. “My husband is amazingly patient overall. But he doesn’t have to wait any longer right now.”

She bunched her dress up even more as he positioned himself between her legs, parting her thighs farther to make room for him. Then he shifted his weight and bent her knees toward her shoulders so he could line himself up at her entrance.

She was watching him with wide eyes, audibly panting.

“This okay?” he asked as he nudged slightly.

“Yes. Yes. Take me just like this.”

He groaned as he pushed inside her, her channel tight and hot around him.

She made a soft mewing sound as she rolled her hips against the penetration. Her small body was folded up beneath him, and her eyes never left his face.

“Do you like it like this?” he asked, fighting through the thick haze of pleasure and need so he could speak.

“Yeah. Yeah, I like it so much. I want you to move now. Fuck me.” She blinked as if surprised by her own words.

He made a guttural sound as he began to thrust. He tried for a slower, steady rhythm so she could get used to it, but this carnal need was driving him hard. He pumped into her with a faster tempo, his thrusts jiggling her body and shaking the bed.

She made one of those little sobbing sounds she always made when her pleasure intensified. She was clutching one of her knees and the back of his neck.

Jude’s vision was already blurring as he struggled to slow himself down. He didn’t want this to be over too quickly, and he needed Eve to come again first.

He managed to control his momentum and sustain the motion. He started grunting as he took her, and his grunts got louder and louder.

She was more vocal than normal—making a breathless “eh” on every one of his instrokes. Her hips were rocking up eagerly, trying to ride him from below. Her fingernails gouged into his skin, but the sharp sensation only heightened his pleasure.

He was hot and flushed and sweating slightly when her body finally tightened. She arched her neck and let out a stifled cry. “Jude, faster. Harder. Please!”

With a hoarse groan, he gave her what she wanted, his lungs and thigh muscles burning.

He knew when she was close to coming. Her whole body tensed up, and her features twisted. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as she started to shake.

“Yes,” he rasped, satisfaction rising in his chest. “Let go. Take everything you want.”

She made a helpless sound as she ground her hips against his and then fell back onto the mattress when she’d worked through the last of the contractions.

She was smiling, and he was too—even though his own urgency hadn’t yet been satisfied. He pulled out and turned her over onto her hands and knees, rubbing her small, rounded ass before lining up his erection behind her.

She gave a long hum of pleasure as he entered her, then made more of those “eh” sounds as he began to thrust again.

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