Page 47 of Little Paper Games
“You can’t decide if you like it or hate it, can you?” Jude teased. I opened my eyes and shot him a dirty look.
“Spread for me, Red,” he purred at me. Whatever he did with his voice—that low, rumbly timbre that made me think of whiskey and sex — it got me wetter, faster than anything else. I spread my legs wider and inwardly groaned as he licked his lips.
“How do you like it now?” His eyes met mine as he moved the feathers up to the crease of my thighs, and further. The soft feathers danced over my pussy, and I gasped.
“I… It feels…” I honestly didn’t have words.
“Aw, cat, got your tongue, Red?” he goaded. There was no real teasing in his voice, only desire. I was about to open my mouth and tell him off when his fingers slipped through my folds and found my clit with incredible accuracy.
“Jesus!” I groaned, arching my back as he made slow, intentional circles over my nub.
“The name is Jude. Use it.” It was a command. “I want my name falling from your lips more than any curse word you’ve ever used.”
My God, that voice!
“Jude,” I whispered, his fingers slipping inside me, going deep, and finding my g-spot immediately. How the hell did he do that? My ex’s fingers had been down there many times and he still couldn’t find either of those two spots. Hell, I could barely find my own g-spot!
“Louder, Kenna.” His thumb and pink spread my lips wider as his middle two fingers pressed and thrust inside me. That tickler appeared out of nowhere, making me gasp again as it brushed and swirled softly over my clit.
“Oh God!” I cried out.
“Jude. Don’t make me tell you again,” he huffed out on labored breath. The tickler moved away, and I whimpered, wanting it back. The touch was too light, but it felt incredible all at the same time.
I heard the sound of my wand before I felt anything; my eyes popping open and finding his smirking face over me.
“Trust me, Kenna,” he whispered. The wand, only on level one, thank God, pressed against my exposed clit. I couldn’t think. The wand was my favorite toy — really, the only one I used, and my body had a visceral reaction to it.
“Jude!” I cried out. Begging? Moaning? I didn’t know what I was asking for. I just … needed it. Needed it not to end.
“That’s better,” he cooed. Jude moved the wand in a circular rotation over my clit, his fingers still pressing and thrusting inside me. It was intense. So intense.
“Please,” I whimpered, my arms tugging against the headboard, yet careful to not slip through. This felt good.
“Please what, Kenna?” he questioned. The sound hit me a split second before the vibration did as he turned it to a level two. My back arched hard, and I fought against the intense sensations.
“Please, oh God! Please!” I begged. I couldn’t get away from the intense vibrations taking over my body. His finger. Good God! His fingers were pushing harder, finding a rhythm I didn’t know, but my body seemed to. Suddenly, a sensation hit me.
“Oh, fuck! Jude, let me up. Let me up!” I begged, my eyes popping open in worry.
“Why?” he questioned. The smirk painted on his face said more than words could. He was enjoying this.
“No, seriously, Jude! I need to…” I trailed off, not wanting to say the words, moaning all at the same time. He hadn’t let off at all.
“You need to trust me, Kenna,” he said with a seriousness. “Trust me and let go.”
“No! You can’t expect —”
“Kenna! Let go. Trust me!” He argued. I couldn’t. Could I?
I tried to relax; I tried to let go. I tried to —
“Jude!” I didn’t scream. The noise that came out of me as my body slowly arched and the orgasm took over my body almost against my own control was otherworldly. I didn’t care.
“Yes,” he groaned with every ounce of sexuality a person could. I heard the sound of splashing but couldn’t think straight. My body was here, arched on this bed, while my soul was flying out into the stratosphere.
I have no idea how long it took for me to come back down, but Jude was right there when I was.
“Fucking gorgeous, Kenna,” he breathed out. “Trust me.”
