Page 26 of Judas

"Go on," he urged.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but my dad is kinda a control freak. About everything."

Judas sipped his scotch, nodding.

"Since I turned eighteen, I've done everything I could to find my own way, you know? He calls it rebellion…I call it making my own decisions." She rolled her eyes. "Something else you may have noticed about my dear dad is his radical adherence to this evangelicalism-right wing bunk. Since the day my mother died, he had me in only the most expensive private Christian schools. He was pissed when I moved to Austin for college…liberal heathens he called it."

Eliza laughed darkly, "For me, this tattoo represents something he can't take away from me…my free will. I just wish I would have remembered I had it when he wanted me to help him with this God-forsaken campaign. But, I guess I'll always be at daddy's beck and call."

Judas stared at her through flickering light. He saw so much pain in her eyes and his heart ached for her. He met a thousand men like her father; powerful, controlling, selfish. Not one of those men was as pious as they claimed. They caused misery with every word they spoke and their own actions were almost always their downfall.

He tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear gently, "I don't think that will be your fate."

His fingers brushed against her cheek and she leaned into his touch. Eliza loved the way his hands were always warm against her skin and that his dark honey eyes seemed to see into her soul; as if he had the knowledge of all the ages locked inside them.

Judas continued caressing her face. "I think it's your turn," he whispered.

"Oh…yeah, truth or dare," she was finding it more difficult to concentrate on their game. The longer he touched her, the more she felt her life force vibrating with his. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head on the back of the sofa focusing on each stroke of his fingers.

"Dare," Judas breathed.

Eliza's eyes fluttered open to find his face lying mere centimeters from hers. Licking her lips she whispered, "Kiss me."

Studying her for a moment, Judas slowly moved closer until he felt the plump flesh of her lips on his. He tenderly urged her mouth open, allowing his tongue to dance with hers. Wrappinghis large hands around her face, he pulled her closer until he felt the tautness of her nipples on his chest.

Eliza's hands ran tentatively through his long hair and it felt like silk in her fingers. Judas let out a small moan of pleasure that made her smile.

"My Ahavah," his voice muffled against her neck.

With a swift movement, Judas lifted her off the sofa and held her cradled in his thick arms. His stare spoke to her without words and told her that what he would do next would be because he wanted her, body and soul. It said that he would forever worship her very existence. It screamed that he loved her.

Judas carried her into his bedroom where the only light was filtered through long vertical blinds from the nearby streetlamps. As he placed her on the thick-down comforter, their eyes remained locked on one another. Eliza watched as Judas towered over her, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the floor. It was then she noticed areas of stark white skin in sharp contrast to his naturally dark olive tone. They were of varying lengths and widths and were scattered like confetti. Every time they had slept together before this, it had been frantic and feverish. She had never taken the time to really see him like this.

Judas removed his belt and unzipped his dark slacks as her body throbbed with excitement. Eliza could see his hardened erection behind the cotton boxer briefs in the dappled light of the room. She felt her insides quaking with anticipation as he took her hand and slid it into his waistband to free him from the constraining fabric.

Eliza was anxious to rid herself of her own clothing, but as Judas knelt beside her, he took her hands above her head.

"Don't move," his breath was hot on her ear but sent a chill down her spine. His radiant eyes and dark lashes were seductive in their gaze.

She felt her thighs become wet as her arousal climbed to new peaks.

Slowly, Judas released each button on her linen blouse until the black lace of her bra was fully exposed. Her chest heaved steadily as he continued to work his way to her tight-fit jeans. Easily popping the button, he peeled them away to find the matching panties underneath. His fingers barely gracing her most sensitive spot, he felt what was waiting for him there and he smiled down at her.

He slid next to her as Eliza wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Continuing to concentrate on her face, he removed her panties and held her nude body next to his. He wanted to know what every inch of her felt like on him. Their first few times together had been quick and uninhibited. He needed to take his time; to give her everything she deserved.

Judas' lips found hers before making his way to her already firm nipples. His suckling only drew them tighter and her moaning grew louder. Eliza groaned in ecstasy as Judas's fingers found her swollen center and began rubbing it gently.

"I need to know what you taste like," he begged.

Eliza purred a soft, "Yes.." as he slid down her body, gently urging her legs apart. He found he could swim in her as he buried his face in her essence. Her honey was sweet and his mouth devoured every delightful drop. He opened her folds exposing her beauty and plunged his tongue inside her. Her hips bucked and the lascivious moans emanating from her rose louder. With each thrust of his mouth, her ocean flowed and her cries of pleasure grew.

Judas was familiar with the sounds of sex, but hearing her satisfaction brought him to an almost immediate climax. Needing to give her more, he focused his attention on her swollen clitoris while he stroked her plump breasts.

"Oh, Judas…oh my God…please…don't…stop," Eliza's words were sporadic and breathless. She felt her walls vibrating as his foreplay brought her closer to ecstasy. She grabbed for his long hair and tangled her fingers in the strands, pulling and holding his mouth against her.

The feeling of her unbridled need for him sent shockwaves through him. He knew he had to have all of her right now or he might burst into flames from desire alone. Self control wrapped around him and he continued running his tongue around her most sensitive bundle of nerves until he felt the shudder of orgasm spread through her. As her body pulsated from completion, he rose to stand over her. Looking down at the heavenly woman coming undone before him was the single most gratifying sight of his long life.

Bending her knees, he buried his entire length into her before she had even finished riding the waves of her pleasure. Filling her, he stroked her pleasure center into another orgasm. Her core pulsated around his wet erection and she screamed his name with each satisfying thrust. He drove himself into her as he looked down upon her arching body.

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