Shaunta Grimes/Keeper

Pink Petal Books

Jude pulled her to him, kissed her as he took one of her hands and moved it over his erection. A low growl rumbled out of him as her fingers closed around his shaft. She stroked him from balls to tip, growling back when her womb tightened.
She had to take him into her mouth first. Back in her apartment the prospect had frightened her a little, although not nearly as much as the thought of the anal sex that would cap the night. Now she wanted him in her mouth so badly she couldn’t wait any longer. She looked up into Jude’s face at hunger only she could satisfy. But first she wanted to stoke it, bring it to a roar.
Avery started to go to her knees, her hands sliding down Jude’s hard, tense chest. He caught her wrists and hauled her back up his body. “Not yet. Not yet, Avery. I’ll come too fast.”
She whimpered, pleading at him with her eyes. “My whole body aches, Jude. I have to do something.”
“Take off your panties.” She did as he said, taking an unexpected and out-of-character pleasure in obeying him. “Lay down, Sweetheart. Open your legs for me.”
She couldn’t break his hard, yellow gaze as she lay on her back on the soft quilt, as she opened her knees and exposed herself to Jude in a position so vulnerable she almost couldn’t do it.
“Wider.” Jude sank to his knees in front of her.
She moaned softly and a rush of heat spread from her belly through her whole body. Jude put his hands on her inner thighs as she opened them. Her hips thrust up of their own accord as he brushed his fingers over the most intimate, sensitive part of her body.
Jude slid a finger between the slick folds of flesh. He pushed one finger deep as he leaned forward and grazed his teeth over an erect nipple. Avery planted her feet against the ground and pressed against Jude’s finger, fucking it without shame. Without even the presence of mind to worry about such trivial emotions.
“You’re killing me Avery. You’re so fucking wet. So damn tight.”
“Jude.” She thrust her hips up hard, taking the whole of his finger, her small inner muscles gripping it as he withdrew.
He pressed her thighs, opening her as wide as possible and holding her immobile with his weight. Somehow having him remove the possibility of retreat centered her, cooled the inferno in her blood to something more manageable.
He bent to her. The movement pushed her knees nearly to her shoulders and opened her fully to him. The tip of his tongue touched her clit. The tight bundle of nerves tightened and liquid heat pooled in the pit of Avery’s belly. She cried out when he sucked the nub into his mouth, gently applying pressure until she felt she would burst into flames.
A thousand warring emotions exploded in her. Fear, pain, sorrow, mixed with an intensity of pleasure and love that until now she hadn’t even known existed. She clearly saw Jude fighting for her. For the first time fully understood that he’d worked so hard for so many years to learn how to protect her from this very specific threat.
On some level he had recognized that he’d need to save her. Living with his mother’s addiction had prepared him for this fight. She reached for him, buried her hands in his hair, her fingers curling around the fine strands seeking any level of connection. Her love for him, her pride in him, swelled inside her as his mouth brought her to the edge of climax. “Jude.”
“I need this. I need to make you feel what I feel every time you touch me.” He pressed two fingers deep inside of her and his mouth returned to its work, teasing the small center of what felt like every nerve she possessed. “Come Sweetheart, come for me.”
She arched, her hips bucking up against his mouth, his hands. Her hawk beat wildly against her, whipping the storm within her into a full-fledged fury. Her eyes opened to the sky. The vibrant pink and orange of the setting sun was a perfect compliment to the pure ecstasy pouring through her, out of her, into her from all directions.
Jude released his hold on her legs and they fell limp to the blanket. She looked up at him and tried to focus, tried to regain herself when everything in her demanded that she float away on the waves still crashing against her.
He tugged at her arms, pulling her to her knees as he stood. “Now. Now, Avery, I need you.” She stared for a moment at his cock, directly in front of her face. The head was hugely swollen, the whole of it throbbed, and another thick bead of liquid had formed on the tip. She looked up into his face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sweetheart. Please, open your mouth. Please.”
He begged. Begged for her mouth, begged for her. Avery put her hands on his hips. A slow smile spread over her face. He needed her. The surge of power that knowledge gave her rivaled the pleasure that had just tilted her world. “You’ll have to be patient.”
“Avery.”
“Patience.” She kept her eyes on his face as she cleaned the drop of liquid, drawing it into her mouth as he moaned. Working purely on instinct, she flicked her tongue around the rim of the head, and when he moaned louder she did it again, and again.
Her next move would have been to lick the length of him like candy, but he buried his hands hard in her hair and put her mouth where he needed it. He looked down at her with torment in his cat eyes. She leaned back on her heels, fingers digging into his hips for balance, and opened her mouth.