Page 121 of Play With Me

“I’m never going to stop picturing these when I see you now, Nora.” Jude grips my left hip with one hand and glides his palm over my right ass cheek with the other, and all logical thoughts flee my brain. My nipples tighten and I point my ass back at him. I can’t get enough.

“Jesus, Nora,” he groans, gripping my hips.

“Don’t say that here!” I admonish, looking over my shoulder at him. I went to church as a girl, and though I don’t go now, I still feel keenly aware of where we are.

He stands up and walks me across the floor to the other bed. “You love this, don’t you? A good girl being so naughty.”

Admittedly, it’s what’s turning me on even harder than I’ve been with him before, which I didn’t think was possible.

“No comment.”

Jude keeps his hand on my hip and lays his palm between my shoulder blades, gently but firmly pushing me down so I’m forced to catch myself with my hands on the top of my bed.

“What if I insist?” he growls.

Then he smacks a hand across my ass.

I suck in a breath. “Jude, they’re going to hear!” But I’m already whimpering, pressing back into him. The little sting is so hot, I feel my arousal spread slick between my legs.

“Sorry,” he says.

Then he does it again.

I moan, pressing my ass into him. I’m only at the tops of his thighs, so I rise onto my tiptoes, and feel the soft press of his balls beneath his shorts.

“Show me,” I say. “I want to feel it.”

Jude draws a hand down my back and a moment later I feel the hot heaviness of his thick cock smacking down on my tailbone.

“Just a little thread standing between me slipping right inside of you right here,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding once more under the G-string.

“Please,” I beg. It feels so good having him inside of me it doesn’t matter if I come. But Jude only gives me two of his fingers, sliding them softly inside of me and bending them just right, so I spurt more of my wetness on him.

I bite my lips, trying not to make a sound.

“Do you want me to try to make you come in different ways, Nora?”

He means breaking me out of only needing a vibrator or showerhead, I know. “I don’t think you’ll be able to,” I say. I think of the near tears of frustration I’ve put myself in just trying on my own, with no equipment. Wishing it were easier for me. “But you can try.”

“There’s no losing,” he says, withdrawing his fingers and drawing circles on my clit.

I moan in response to his touch.

He groans, speeding up for a moment before sliding his fingers back inside of me. “Every part of this is fun for me,” he says.

Even as my body throbs with his touch, my heart swells even more for Jude and how caring he is. How earnest and willing to work with what I need.

“Then show me,” I gasp as he curls his fingers against my G-spot.

“Stay like this,” he rasps. I see, upside down, as his shorts drop to the floor, then he turns. A moment later he’s back, and I hear a buzzing sound. I look over my shoulder to see he’s holding not the same vibrator from before. It’s only a blue blur in my vision, but I recognize it from the great unwrapping back in the hotel room as an oblong one about an inch thick.

I gasp.

“This okay?” he asks, sliding the vibrator along my slick opening.

“Yes,” I breathe, pushing against him. “But Jude, isn’t that one meant for…you know…”

“Butt stuff?” he asks, a wicked grin in his voice. “Yeah,” he says. “This okay?” He slides it up, running it over my back entrance.

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