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The sensations are blinding. I don’t just feel what he’s doing in my breasts. I feel it deep inside. In my womb. I card my fingers through his hair, petting him while he pleasures me.

“That’s a good start,” I say, breathless.

“Love these,” he says, eyes still on me. “Love doing this to you.”

All I can do is nod. I want to do things to him, too, but he seems to have other plans. He moves down my body, kissing a path as he goes, and his destination is the wet place between my legs.

When he nuzzles my inner thighs, I let myself fall open for him. I love when he does what he’s about to do.

“Yes,” I tell him as he secures my legs over his shoulders and begins the sensual onslaught.

It’s different than the last time he did this. Last time, he was a ravenous beast, and I was his first meal in too long. This time, he’s a maestro, and I’m his favorite instrument. He holds me securely with his gaze as he plucks my strings, and at each moan and sigh from me, he adjusts his pressure and position. He’s playing me, and it’s incredible. I didn’t know I could make some of the noises he pulls from me as he seals his mouth over my clit and inserts a finger deep in my channel.

My whole body thrums with pleasure, and it’s not long before that pleasure roars through me like a standing ovation.

I’m a limp noodle as Jud crawls up to share my flavor with me. He stretches out by my side, kissing and petting me as I come down from the high he gave me. Hammer is hot and angry against my thigh, and I want Jud to put him inside of me.

“More,” I say between kisses.

“More kissing?” Jud asks.

I shake my head. I mean, I like the kissing, but I want all of Jud. I want to tell him to make love to me, but I can’t stand the thought of ruining this moment with the wrong words. “Make love” refers to the act of sex, but it has a word in it that might push a sensitive man out of the mood. I can’t risk that. I also can’t bring myself to ask him to have sex with me. The word “sex” is too bald. There are probably a dozen in-between words or phrases that would be perfect for the situation, but I can’t think of any. All that comes to mind is the juvenile euphemism “hide the salami,” but there’s no way I’m sayingthat.

All I know is that right now I feel full to bursting with affection for him. Maybe I even feel love for him, if love can be tentative and uncertain. I want to embrace that fullness in my heart and stoke it with the kind of fire that comes from two people giving and taking pleasure from each other.

“More of what, baby?” he asks, and I think I see a fragile hope in his eyes.

“More of you,” I say, and I push him onto his back and climb over him. I don’t know how to ask Jud for what I need, so I’ll show him.

Chapter 11

Jud

I’m locked in a bomb shelterwith my woman, and she just climbed on top of me. Naked. Yeah. I’m in my happy place. My fingers link together behind my head, and I take her in. Cora. My heart. My innocent little kitten who cries so sweetly for me when I tongue-fuck her.

God. Her taste! Her sounds! The way her legs fall open for me.

My lucky tongue got to dip inside her sweet channel. Then my finger. I don’t dare to hope for more, but I think she’s going to give me more. I think she’s going to ride my cock. I want her to ride my cock. But I’ll let it be her decision. She’s the one that had her choice stripped from her for so long. I like to be in control in the bedroom, but not our first time. I want our first time to be because sheneedsmy cock. It’s got to be her decision.

Doesn’t mean I won’t encourage her with a little of that dirty talk she responds so well to. “I’ve got more for you, baby. I’ve always got what you need. Whenever you need it.”

She’s straddling my lower abdomen. My dick is hugged up tight against her ass. A small lift of my hips makes her bite her lower lip.

“I need it now,” she says, and her cheeks are flushed.

“Yeah, you need it. You’re soaking wet. That pussy is so empty, isn’t it?”

She nods. Her pupils are black holes of hunger, and her irises are stormy seas.

“Why don’t you take it in hand? Take what’s yours and use it to stroke that pretty pussy. Spread that wetness all around.”

She follows my suggestion, holding my gaze in a fuck-me stare as she moves. Up on her knees she goes. With a trembling hand, she reaches between her legs and grasps what I’ve got for her. She tries to pull it through her legs as she scoots back, but it gets stuck. It’s too long. She has to lean to one side and joy-stick my cock to the other side, but finally, she’s got it in front of her, and her small hand has it collared.

She strokes upward until her thumb slides over my sensitive head and slit.

“Fuck,baby. Feels so good when you do that.” It’s hard work staying still for her when I want to fuck up into her hand. “Use it to rub your pussy. I wanna see it touching all that sweetness.”

She has my cock leaning forward at an angle, and she brings her furry mound down to kiss it. I feel it when her wetness touches mine. Moving me at my base, she uses my tip to draw circles over all that slickness.

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