in the darkest of nights and most fantastic of fantasies.
My hands tickled down. Jude watched me. His eyes narrowed with an intensity I hardly recognized. My dark fingers contrasted with his pale skin, but something about the blending seemed so perfect.
My trembling was hardly seductive, but the brush of my hand shocked him. The closer I grazed to his cock, the harder it twitched.
I reached for him just as he kissed me, and my fingers curled over his hardened shaft. I took the chance to steal a deeper kiss as my tongue flicked over his.
I squeezed.
God, he was big. Far bigger than anyone I had been with before, including the fateful night when my life had dramatically changed. Jude’s cock hardened in my hand, but the skin stayed soft, velvety. His growl centered deep in my tummy.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t done it before.
The moment wasn’t mine to take, but I stole it anyway. I had to experience it. To feel him. Taste him. I’d thought the single orgasm he’d given me would be enough to sate my desires.
God, was I wrong.
Nothing would ease that crackling, burning, ache inside me…except for him.
Jude shook his head when I lowered to my knees, but his protests silenced as I knelt before his cock. I couldn’t imagine how I looked. Breasts full and swollen, tummy showing with a baby bump. The water drenched me in heat, and yet I shivered before him.
I had to prove to him how I felt, even if I never had the courage to say it.
I held him tight, stroking the long shaft. Jude groaned as I kissed the very tip. If he was impressed by my bravery, it was nothing compared to the surge of confidence—or insanity—created by my desire. I parted my lips and welcomed him into my mouth.
There was no coming back from this. No retreating. No giggles and awkward glances after one friend decided to help another.
This was real.
And it was the least I could do for him, especially after he took me in, especially when his offered pleasure had ended a broken nose.
The salty heat of his cock nearly suffocated me.
I licked against the soft underside of his cock, teasing the head. Jude’s growl echoed against the shower, and he tangled his fingers in my hair. One stroke was all it took before he tensed and murmured a profanity. I sucked harder, quicker. He liked that. Jude slammed his hands against the wall and purred my name.
I was pinned, but still free. He leaned over me, his thick arms bracing the wall, offering more of his cock for my mouth. I’d take as much as he wanted.
I forgot to breathe. To think. To swallow. Every bob of my head focused on him and him alone.
As if I had any practice at this. As if I knew what I was doing.
But it wasn’t hard to learn what he preferred. I strained to hear his muffled grunts and studied the tensing of his legs. He liked when I took his cock deep, and so I perfected it. I learned it right then and there. I’d give this man exactly what he wanted.
Because he was everything I had ever wanted.
“Fuck…”
I loved Jude’s groan, but he pulled back before I could cause it once more. He grabbed my arms and hoisted me to my feet. His thick cock poked my tummy. We both liked that. I held him tight, parting my lips.
This wouldn’t end with a kiss.
His eyes brightened—the strike of steel against steel and a flash of warning sparks. His hand traced over my breasts, along my hips, to my slit.
Wet.
I was ready. I had been ready for so long. Just for him.
And now he knew it.
I don’t know if I turned first, or if he guided me to the wall. Within moments, I faced the tile and shuddered as he crept behind me. Our hips touched, and his fingers wove under my breasts. He held me still with a tease. His free hand traced a path to my waiting slit.
He flicked over my clit.
Once. Twice.
It was safer than using his tongue, but he tightened his grip just in case I lurched, twitched, or tried to get away.
I wasn’t going to escape.
Not when I finally got this close.
“Please…”
My words might have mewed in silence, but Jude hardened more as my hips rubbed against him. I held my breath.
The head of his cock glided across the softness of my slit. I hadn’t