Page 80 of The Plus One
When Indira was shaking and panting, he continued his downward trajectory, her entire body buzzing with need.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he said, the words raw and full of want as he settled between her thighs, dragging one finger down her slit before bringing it to his mouth, tasting her.
A fractured whimper tore from her throat, and Jude smiled at the noise, looking at her like he could see the circuits going off in her body, every nerve aching for more.
He spread her, blowing a cool stream of air over her heated flesh. It was sweet and dark and wonderful, his mouth soft but demanding as he pressed against her. And Indira melted.
She groaned as he licked her, throwing her head back into the pillows as decadent pleasure ricocheted through her body.
“You taste so good,” he grunted, emphasizing the point with a long swipe of his tongue over her cunt. “So perfect.”
He continued to suck, dragging his face side to side, pulling cry after cry from Indira as delicious tension built and pressed through her body. She loved his touch and his praise and his mouth, and…
Her sudden, rough cry seemed to spur him on, his mouth turning determined. Focused. Licking and sucking and wrecking her in the ways he knew she liked best. Indira propped herself on her elbows, watching him destroy her. His dark hair falling across his forehead. The sweep of his lashes against his cheeks as he closed his eyes and savored her. His hips fucking against the mattress in mindless need.
Indira came, the force sharp and beautiful, body bucking as Jude dragged out the pleasure, making her tremble until she thought she’d die from the sensations zipping through her muscles, rewiring her system.
Only when she collapsed back, tugging on his hair to drag him up to her, did Jude relent, kissing a scorching path up her body.
“I need you,” Indira said in a breathy whisper. She was a greedy creature who didn’t want to waste a second.
“Hmm. Need me how?” Jude asked, fingers trailing over her thighs, her breasts, leaning down he kissed her, wet and dirty and delicious.
“Inside me. Now,” Indira panted out, lifting her hips, grinding against him. Jude maneuvered away, eliciting a frustrated groan from her.
Jude clucked his tongue. “So demanding. Where are your manners?” Jude pushed two fingers into her, and her body clenched in response, a hot and aching need slicing through her. He pulled out far too soon.
“Jude,” Indira whined. Wanting him. Needing him. Loving every minute of the drawn-out anticipation.
“Yes, Indira?” Jude said, the pad of his thumb whispering over her clit.
“Fuck me, Jude. Please. Please,” she begged, wild fingers tugging at his clothes. “I need you so much.”
“That’s my good girl,” Jude said, pressing his thumb against her in reward for a moment before undoing his pants and pushing them down.
She reached for him, gripping his shaft and dragging the head through her wetness and angling her hips to take him. Indira would never get over the luxury of touching Jude, the heat of his skin and the feel of his heartbeat.
Jude hissed out a breath as he seated himself fully in her, the sound cracking like lightning between their bodies. He paused for a moment, pressing his face into her neck, teeth bared against her throat.
“I could stay like this forever,” he said, voice so low it was all vibrations from his chest to hers.
Indira held him tighter. She could never get close enough to Jude, never hold him in her body long enough. Nothing would ever compare to the way he adored her, cherished her, in these moments.
“I wish you would,” she whispered back, dragging her nails down his back. The movement inspired Jude, and his hips started pumping, slow at first, then picking up an almost frantic rhythm.
Indira moved with him, clumsy and desperate and needing deeper and closer and more.
More.
More teeth biting into flesh. More hands fisted in hair. More raw moans and grunts and cries.
Until they were mindless with it.
“Come with me,” Indira begged.
Jude’s pace doubled, and he pressed his temple against hers, groaning as he did what she asked. Indira felt her pulse in every joint of her body as she threw herself over the edge of desire, each heartbeat saying:
He’s mine.
