Like the good little wife I am, I comply and play with his heavy sack the way I know he likes it.
“Fuck. Yes.” He pushes my head down further until I’m practically gagging.
I should feel filthy from how turned on it makes me, but I don’t. Instead I find myself torn between touching myself for some relief and attempting something that I’ve only heard about.
Okay, actually, if I’m being honest, I may have watched a video or two after reading about it. For research purposes.
This time when he pulls my head back, I let his cock fall from my mouth and look up at him. “Trust me?” I ask before sucking on my fingers, hopefully giving him a subtle hint to what’s about to go down.
“More than I’d ever care to admit,” he replies with a lazy smile.
Stealing a move he’s used on me at least half a dozen times, I tap on his legs which must be the international sign to widen one’s stance and encourage him to relax.
He raises a brow but says nothing more as I begin sucking on him again. While my fingers are still wet, I slowly move from his balls to his ass and gently press a finger between his cheeks. With the slightest pressure on his anus, he bucks forward and curses before scrambling back until he falls from my mouth.
“Whoa. Uhm. I…” he runs one hand over the top of his head while squeezing his dick in the other hand.
Quickly moving off my knees, I’m instantly mortified and I’m terrified that I just crossed a line that may leave Jude disgusted in me.Damnit, I knew I should have talked to him about this first. “Jude, I’m sorry, I thought…”
“No!” he coughs out a laugh and shakes his head while rushing over to the nightstand on his side of the bed. “It’s not that.”
Jude produces a bottle of liquid and tosses it in my direction.
“A little spit isn’t enough for all that,” he says matter –of- factly.
“Huh?”
He comes back to me and caresses my face. “Lube, sweetheart. Anal play requires lube. Lots of it.”
“Oooohhh,” I drop my head in embarrassment. “I should have known that.”
“Sometimes I forget how innocent you are,” he whispers, brushing my hair back from my face. “I suppose I should feel like a perv for defiling you in every way, but I can’t say I care. I love your dirty side,” he adds, lifting my chin so he can kiss my lips. “Now, shall we get back to what you started?”
My sense of empowerment returns as I fall to me knees once more.
This time I’m fully prepared, and it seems Jude is too. And like so many times before, he guides me, making sure I know exactly what to do and what he likes.
And once I find that spot that all of myresearchtaught me about? I swear Jude begins speaking in tongues. Somewhere in the frenzy of curses and the way his body begins to quiver I know that he won’t last long.
For the first time since we’ve been together like this, Jude explodes in my mouth. Without warning. The power I felt before is nothing compared to knowing that I’ve made him absolutely lose all control.
His release is nearly enough to drown me. Unable to swallow it all, it drips out of my mouth and runs down my chin, onto my chest. By the time he’s finished Jude is panting and barely able to stand.
The way he collapses face first into our king size bed is almost comical.
“Charlie,” he grumbles into the fabric of the bedspread.
Satisfied with myself, I plop down beside him. “Hmm.”
“I think you broke me,” he says, turning his head to the side.
“Then I’d venture to say my job here is done,” I smirk and fall on to my back.
Jude finds the strength to wrap an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I half expect that he’ll fall asleep like that based on the relaxed look on his face which is fine with me. I’m more than happy to close my eyes and drift off to sleep after everything that’s been going on around here lately.
Then again, nothing is ever as it seems with Jude.
Before I have a chance fall asleep, his hand moves up my stomach and cups my breast before he moves again to roll a nipple between his fingers. The next thing I know, Jude’s spread my legs and is going down on me like his life depends on it.