Page 13 of Judas

Instead, she climbed from the car and gave a wave as she walked away from him. He watched her jog up the stairs toward her apartment door, and felt a giant hole in her absence. Watching her go was like watching the last golden rays of sunshine fade into dusk. He would be crazy to chase after her. He barely knew this woman. He couldn’t reasonably follow after her for just another moment of her presence. He just couldn’t. She would think he was insane.

‘Are you happy now, Yesh? Is this what you wanted? You fucking sadist.’

Throwing the car door open, Judas jumped from the seat and raced toward her as she opened her apartment door. Reaching her, she stared at him in stunned silence.

He stood as near to her as he could and leaned his body towards her, completely lost in temptation. Resting one hand on the door behind her, their faces were so close they nearly touched noses. She was breathless. He was overcome with need.

His voice heavy and sultry with want for her, “Are you still into doing things that would make your dad mad? Because I thought of a way to really piss him off.”

Without a second of hesitation, Eliza smiled up at his beautiful face and pulled him to her. Tangling her fingers through his long hair, she kissed him with a passion neither of them had ever felt before. When their lips collided, it seemed as though the earth shifted beneath them. Hunger overcame them.

They were all hands, grasping for whatever hold they could get on one another. Tearing each other’s clothes off before they were even through the door.

The sound of her needy breaths against his ear set his soul on fire.

The feel of his lips on her skin sent waves of pleasure through to her core.

Neither of them had ever felt more alive than they did in those delicate seconds.

Judas pushed her away from him, “Are you sure this is okay?”

Eliza stared at him, eyes crazed and body aching for him. She crashed her mouth back into his and pushed him against the wall. Pressing her entire body into his, she felt his hardened need against her. Yes, this was okay. This was the most beyond okay thing she had done in years. She more than wanted this. She needed it.

Judas tangled his fingers in her hair and ran his other hand along the length of her body. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her tighter against him. She moaned against his lips and he growled his response. Not another second wasted, he grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her body off the floor. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he carried her to the counter behind them.

The cold granite against her skin was jarring, but not enough to bring her out of the fever dream. Judas locked eyes with her as he used one skilled hand to unhook her bra and slid it down her arms. He placed a hand against her bare chest pushing her back onto the counter. With her lying before him, back arched against the frigid stone, Judas tucked his fingers beneath the waist of her slacks and the elastic of her panties. Slowly, he slid them down her legs and let them fall to the floor. Completely exposed before him, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. His eyes met hers again and she bit her lip.

“In all my years, I never dreamed of seeing something this glorious before me,” he whispered, apparent awe overtaking his voice.

His words made her tremble and she begged for him, “Touch me, Judas. Please, put your hands on me.”

Never glancing away from the deep pools of her eyes, Judas ran one finger slowly from her chin, down her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach, and finally between her thighs. He opened her and felt her wet need for him. With painful slowness, he circled the sacred bundle of nerves with his finger then plunged it inside of her. She cried out at his touch and he felt all judgment and reason leave his body.

His free hand unbuttoned his slacks and they fell to his feet, freeing him. Without hesitation, he pressed his length against her.

Eliza reached for him, clawing for him, desperate to feel him fully possessing her, “Please, oh, God. Please. I want to feel you.”

Judas obeyed and penetrated her completely. Pressing against her inner walls, he filled her. Both moaned in absolute ecstasy. Eliza rose from the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed together, Judas thrust into her again and again with a thirst that was completely foreign to him. He'd had a hundred women before, but not like this.

He needed to find release in her like he’d never needed anything. More than he needed water in the desert of his homeland. He had to feel this glorious woman wrapped around him in every conceivable way.

Eliza continued to cry out with every pounding thrust. She had never experienced anything quite this primal. She never had anything that wasn’t polite sex. Missionary, lights off, and gentle movement. It had gotten the job done, or so she thought, but this was otherworldly. Her entire world was on fire feeling him inside of her.

As his pace quickened, she clung even tighter to him and felt her own body's rhythm match his urgency. She felt flames climbing within her, threatening to consume her. She threw her head back as she cried out his name, “Judas!”

His lips claimed her throat and he was sure it would leave a mark, but he wanted it to. He wanted to claim her body as his. He had to know that she was his. He wanted the entire world to know. Eliza was his.

He could tell she was close to falling over the edge of orgasm as her muscles tightened around him and she trembled with each movement.

He wanted to be sure that she left this encounter devoted to him and ordered her, “Look at me. I want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

Eliza gasped but obeyed. As she stared into his eyes, he placed one hand between their bodies and rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves with skill. He continued pushing into her as his fingers glided through her wetness. All the while, he watched her.

As her skin flushed red.

As her mouth cried out for him.

As her eyes rolled back in complete loss of control.

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