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His kiss deepened quickly, but he wasn’t hurried or particularly urgent. Her body softened in the embrace, and soon she was stroking him, rubbing the firm contours of his arms and shoulders and then sliding her hands down to hold on to his ass.
He was hard almost immediately, his erection pressing into her middle. And he occasionally made a husky groan into the kiss.
By the time he finally released her mouth, she was turned on too. But instead of getting going with the main event, he kissed his way down her jaw and throat, sucking on her earlobe until she giggled and then teasing her pulse point.
He shook his head at the obstruction of her nightgown and rectified matters by pulling it off over her head. She smoothed down her hair before she rested her head again on the pillow, but he was already busy at her breasts.
He nuzzled and licked and sucked until she was gasping and clutching the sheet beneath her. Her eyes were wide open, staring up at the stars as he pleasured her.
It was odd. Incongruous. To be naked and aroused in the open air under the sky. Although their terrace was relativelyprivate, if she was too loud, someone might hear. Someone might know how good Jude was making her feel.
It was embarrassing and exciting at the same time.
He spent a long time lavishing attention on her, thoroughly focusing on her breasts before moving back up to her neck, kissing his way down her left arm, sucking each finger into his mouth and then moving back up to kiss her mouth again.
By that point, she was so far gone she couldn’t lie still or stay quiet. She panted and whimpered and choked on little cries whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.
He was on his way down her body again, skimming over her breasts to mouth her shuddering belly when she gasped, “Jude!”
Lifting his head to check her face, he murmured, “Yes, angel?”
“I’m dying here,” she admitted. “Foreplay is all well and good, but aren’t you ever going to make me come?”
“Of course I am.” His smile was fond and teasing both. “Patience is a good thing to cultivate.”
She made a hoarse, indignant inhale. “Patience is for people who aren’t as turned on as me!”
That made him laugh, and he was still laughing when he pulled her legs apart and felt her intimately. His smile widened. “You really are turned on.”
“I told you! You shouldn’t enjoy tormenting your poor wife that way.”
He leaned down to kiss her just below her belly. “This is exactly how I’m supposed to torment my wife.”
She tried to hold on to her indignant expression, but she suspected she was beaming sappily instead.
Because she wasn’t expecting the question, her heart did a weird jump when Jude asked softly, “Can I use my mouth on you tonight?”
He’d asked her a couple of times early on, but she’d always said no, so he hadn’t pushed it or even mentioned it again.
She’d been nervous before. Self-conscious. One of her old boyfriends had tried oral sex on her a couple of times, and it hadn’t been good. She’d always assumed it wasn’t for her.
But Jude’s expression was gentle and questioning. The fact that he was asking now—again—proved that it was something he wanted.
And she wanted it too right now. The thought of it evoked a shudder of excitement up and down her spine. So although she was still nervous, she nodded. “O-okay. But I’m not sure I’m very… very good at it.”
His mouth softened. “You don’t have to be good at it. I’ll do all the work.”
The words combined with his earnest expression made her snicker. That helped. She was more relaxed when he pulled her thighs farther apart, frowning slightly before he reached over to grab a stray pillow and fit it under her hips.
She was hit with another wave of self-consciousness, but she didn’t have time to indulge it because he was nuzzling between her legs, gently pulling her open and then teasing her clit with little pokes of his tongue.
It felt so good she cried out sharply and fumbled with the bedding until her arms were splayed out spread-eagle. He hooked her legs over his shoulders one by one and then really got down to business. He played with her clit. Slid his tongue around her wet entrance and then thrust a few times inside her. Then pulled back out to nibble on her inner thigh before sucking hard on her clit.
His beard tickled her skin. Her arousal jumped into overdrive. He made mumbled, hungry sounds as he worked, as if he was really enjoying himself.
It was strange and oddly vulnerable. And also so good she was close to orgasm ridiculously soon. The more he focused on her clit, the closer she got, until he gave her a hard suck that pushed her over the edge.
She made a loud sobbing sound as the pleasure coiled tight and then released in deep waves of pleasure. She shook through the spasms. He slid a finger inside her so he could feel the hard clenching of her climax.