Page 233 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet
And I just . . . smile.
Jude is all the way in me, and it’s holy-fuck good.
I slide my hands through his hair, his face inches away from mine. “You okay?”
He nods, panting hard. “It’s so fucking good I can’t think. Or speak.”
I stroke his hair. “Just fuck me, baby.”
Turns out Jude takes orders as well as he gives them. My man complies, easing out, sinking in. Filling me, fucking me, and finding that spot inside me that makes my balls tingle.
I dig my fingers into his flesh and growl. “I’m close,” I groan.
Jude grabs my hips and slams me deeper onto his dick.
That’s it. I am done.
As he drills me, my orgasm crashes through my body like a tsunami, taking over my cells, my brain, all my senses.
I shoot all over my hand and stomach.
“Yes, fucking yes,” he grunts, driving into me once more, then stilling, trembling, and groaning for days.
We stay like that, spent and tangled.
Basking in bliss, together.
Then, he eases out, and I kind of miss him inside me. But I like this too.
Theafter.
Jude collapses onto me, breathes loudly on my chest, then grabs the hand towel I left on the nightstand. He cleans my stomach. I’ll need a shower soon, but for now, we stay like this, boneless and sated.
He rests his head against my shoulder. “I don’t know how you survived that all those times with me.”
I pet his hair, laughing. “I don’t either.”
“That was seriously hard. But fucking amazing. I think, I might not recover for days.” He looks up again, smiling and so happy. “Was it good for you? Seriously? Was it?”
I lean up, press a kiss to his forehead. “You’re a sex magician.”
“Abra-cock-dabra,” he says.
I dust another kiss on his cheek. “And yeah, it was more than good, Jude. It was... everything.”
He sighs contentedly. “Good. But will you fuck me tomorrow?”
I laugh more, kiss his head. “It’s a date.”
He snuggles against me, and I breathe easy, knowing we have tomorrow, the next day, and the next.
We have all the days together.
At last.
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