Page 92 of Play With Me

For a moment, Jude doesn’t move. “You mean you can’t come?”

“Not without…accessories.”

“Does it still feel good for me to touch you there?”

“Yes!” I blurt, maybe too fast.

“Then let’s do more of that. Then we’ll do whatever it takes to make you come. Because I need to see you do that again, Nora. Only this time, with me touching you.

“Okay,” is all I manage. Jude turns me back around then, gently this time. “I need you more naked, though,” he says.

“Then you have to be, too.”

“I don’t know, maybe keeping my pants on will help keep me from coming.”

“You just said you were going to do it in your pants!”

“There’s always the possibility.”

“Jude.” I stand up on the bed, which isn’t easy with the pantyhose and underwear caught around my thighs. But I manage. “Pass me my glasses.”

“You sure?”

“Just give me them!” I hold out my hand like we’re at movie night and he’s hogging the popcorn.

Jude laughs, but a moment later I feel the press of my glasses in my hand. I put them on my face, and Jude’s beautiful face comes into focus. For a moment I almost lose my nerve. But I see the way he’s looking at me, a smile quirked on his lips. Then at the way his eyes drop to my breasts, still exposed for him. He looks like he wants me. And I’m emboldened once again. I pull my dress over my head, along with my bra, then step out of the pantyhose and underwear.

When I’m standing fully naked before him up on the bed, Jude closes his eyes. He’s still on the floor, but with his height, his head is as high as my chest.

“Jesus, Nora.” He opens his eyes again. “I’d be lying if I said I never pictured you naked. But now that I see it…fuck. You’re stunning, Nor. Fucking perfect.”

His hand is sliding down the front of his pants, gliding over the long, thick bulge there.

“You want to fuck me?” I ask, proud that my voice keeps steady.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my goddamned life.”

“I thought you used to be a pro athlete.”

“I was. And I’d throw all that shit away for this.”

I smile. “Don’t say that.”

“Don’t be so hot.”

I laugh. Then I sober again. “Okay, Jude. It’s time. Show me your—” I wave a hand at his crotch. How was I that bold but wasn’t able to say the word for it?

Jude waggles his eyebrows. “Penis?”

I bite my cheek but can’t contain the laughter. “Yeah. That.”

“Don’t call it that when we’re having sex, okay?”

“What should I call it?”

“I dunno.” He unbuckles his belt, sliding it out of the loops. That movement makes my skin prickle with goose bumps, but I focus on watching. “Maybe…Little Willy?”

I snap my eyes up. “Jude, what?”

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