Page 57 of Hidden Vows
“Not yet.” I shift my hips out of her reach, but give her a touch of what she’s looking for as I slide two fingers into her dripping pussy. “God, you’re soaked.”
“Yes,” she moans, her hips grinding down on my hand as I swipe my thumb across her clit.
God, how I’ve missed this. Being this close to her, knowing her better than I know myself, bringing her this kind of pleasure. I don’t care that she’s been with other people, not when I can make her feel like this. Not when I know I make her feel seen and cared for.
“Jude.” She bites her lip, her eyes trained on mine and I know she’s about to come.
“That’s right, fuck yourself on my hand.” I want to kiss her, to leave a mark on her skin, but I don’t want to stop watching her as she gives into her desires, her hips moving in rhythm with my touch.
“I’m close. Don’t stop,” she pleads.
“Do it, love. Let go.”
Her eyes fall closed as her body goes tight, her walls clenching around my fingers and I finally cave, bringing my lips back to her neck as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. I should give her another minute or two, but I need her just as much as she needed me only moments ago. I need to feel her skin against mine.
“Mo ghrá,” I whisper against her neck as I slide my hand up her sides, pushing her top up and sucking a nipple into my mouth the moment it’s exposed to the air around us.
“How—how in the world…” She doesn’t finish her thought before another moan leaves her lips. “Jude, please.” Her thighs hug my waist and her hips shift, pressing her core against me as her hand reaches for my jeans once again. And this time I let her have her way.
I groan as I rise to my knees, looking down at her. She’s the picture of desire. Her shorts and panties still pulled to the side, exposing her beautiful pussy, her tank pushed up above her breasts, and her hair a mess as it falls from the messy knot that used to be on top of her head.
“What a gorgeous picture you make.” I ghost my fingers up her exposed legs, feeling the goose bumps pop along her skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” I murmur in the quiet of the room, reaching the band of her shorts and tugging them down her legs with her panties.
Abbey doesn’t let me take my time, and I don’t fight her. If I’m not inside her soon, I’m going to embarrass myself—I’m about to explode. She pulls her legs back and pushes to sit so she can remove her own top, before her hands are back at the button on my jeans.
“Jude, if you aren’t inside me in the next minute, I’m going to take matters into my own hands.” As if to prove her point, she slips her hand in the top of my boxers and slides her silky fingers across my steel cock, toying with the bead of liquid at the tip.
“Abbey,” I hiss, my hips jerking at her touch. I put one hand to her chest and gently push her back, forcing her to lie down. “If you keep touching me, this is going to be over way too soon.”
“I don’t really care, as long as you’re inside me when it does.” She reaches for me, her arms sliding around my neck before she pulls my lips to hers.
I get so lost in the feel of her lips on mine and her bare chestpressed against mine, I don’t notice her hands aren’t around my neck anymore until I feel her push my pants and boxers down just enough that my cock pops free.
“Abbey,” I moan.
“Jude,” she returns, brushing the head of my cock against her clit.
I drop my head to her shoulder, basking in the feel of being this close to her—of feeling her everywhere around me. I force myself away from her, only long enough to shed my pants and boxers.
As I crawl over Abbey on the bed, I let my hands travel up the outside of her legs, over her hips, and up her sides, ghosting my fingers over her pebbled nipples before trailing down her arms, taking her wrists in both of mine and moving them over her head.
“I don’t think I can trust you to keep these to yourself.” I thread my fingers through hers and grind my hips into her, my cock sliding over her soaked center, causing both of us to moan and shiver.
“I promise to behave if you stop teasing me.”
“How many times do I have to tell you it’s not teasing?” I cross her wrists over each other and grip them in one hand, letting my other trail down the side of her body in a feather light touch. “Okay, maybe I’m teasing a little bit,” I breathe in her ear, nibbling at her earlobe.
“Jude,” she whines. “Please.”
“Okay.” I line myself up at her entrance. “I’ll stop teasing.” My lips land on hers and I press forward, entering her in one hard thrust, giving her exactly what she wants. My breathing stops at the feel of her wrapped around me. How have I survived without her? Without this?
I study every facet of her face as I pull back slowly, wantingto drag out every second of this bliss between us. Part of me wants to drive into her, give it to her hard like she’s begging for, but I need the slow connection more than anything else right now. And I know that no matter what she says, she likes it slow too.
“Yesss,” she moans against my lips, dragging the word out. Her wrists strain against my hold and her body arches against me, her hips meeting mine as I sink into her.
I thought the feeling of our bodies pressed together was like coming home, but it’s this feeling here—the feeling of our bodies joining together and becoming one that feels like coming home. It’s the feeling of knowing nothing else—and no one else—has ever felt like this before.
“You feel so good. Like nothing else I’ve ever experienced before.” I tell her, my eyes boring into hers as I pull back and slowly thrust back in. It’s entirely possible she’ll have bruises on her hip from the grip I have.
