Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (74 page)

Her cheeks heat in a blush as she looks from the plugs, to the lube, and then back at me.

“Do these go…um…where I think they go?”

“Yes,” I reply with a sly grin.

She points at the largest of the three and whispers, “That one is
really
big.”

“We’ll start with the small one, sweetheart, and work our way up. We’ll
try
them. I won’t force you, understand?”

“Yes,” she assures me with a nod.

“If you can handle the big one, you can handle my dick.”

She breathes in deeply and exhales slowly, straightening her back before she says, “Okay.”

“Shall we play with one now?”

“Yeah.”

Fuck—she’s perfect. So obedient. So willing. My wild girl.

I take out the smallest plug and hand it to her. She studies it as I set the box aside, and then I take it and set it with the lube.

“Breakfast first,” I insist, reaching for the bottom of my sweater to pull it over her head. She starts to protest, clearly misinterpreting what I mean by
breakfast
, but then she goes silent when I ease her on her back and spread her legs.

The soft sound she makes at the first touch of my tongue makes my dick jerk. I suck on her clit, eliciting a moan, and then flick my tongue over her entrance. I free a groan at the taste of her arousal. She’s so damn good, I could eat her every day.

I take my time—kissing, licking, nibbling—working her pussy until she’s completely turned on and feeling greedy. Her desperate whimper with every stroke of my tongue ensures me she’s ready to come, but I won’t let her. Not yet.

I grip her hips and urge her to turn over—ass up, chest down. Her breathing grows ragged before I even touch her, and I know she’s anticipating the use of her new toy. I squirt a bit of lube at the top of her ass, letting it slide down to her entrance before massaging the spot with my finger. She arches her back, pressing into me, and a grin spreads across my face.

My
naughty
girl.

I lean down and bite the side of her ass and she yelps in surprise before she sighs with pleasure as I kiss my way around the teeth marks I’ve left in her milky white skin.

“Jude,” she whispers.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I’m ready.”

I kiss her ass once more before I pump a bit of lube in the palm of my hand. I then take the plug and coat it, warming it at the same time. I grip it tightly as I dip my head between her legs, licking from her clit to her asshole. When she moans, my dick grows even harder, and my own patience slips out of reach.

“Deep breath, Teddy,” I instruct, placing the tip of the plug at her entrance. “Now, show me you want it.”

Obediently, she pushes back and I press forward, inserting the plug until it’s all the way in. She groans, her fingers gripping at the sheets, and I kiss my way up her spine until my lips have reached her ear.

“You good, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh,” she utters with a nod. “Touch me.
Please!
”

A growl rumbles from my chest—my dick now undeniably hard and ravenous. I need to be inside of her. I want to watch as she takes all of me—as she unravels underneath me.

“On your back,” I demand, lifting up on my knees.

She flips over without hesitation, breathing heavy as she grabs her breasts. She’s fucking
gorgeous
—more turned on than I’ve ever seen her, and desperate as
shit
. I can tell by the wild look in her light brown eyes that she needs me just as much as I need her.

“Want to hear you scream my name, sweetheart,” I mutter, hooking my arms under her knees and lifting her hips off of the bed. I pull her toward me, sliding into her slowly and—

“
Fuck!
” I grunt as she comes right away.

“
Shit, shit, shit
,” she cries, her arms flying over her head as she reaches behind her for something to grab hold of. “
Judah!
Oh, my god!”

I don’t move, my heart pounding as her pussy flutters around my cock. She’s so goddamn tight—so wet, so hot, so fucking perfect.

“More, please! Judah, I want more,” she gasps.

I smile impishly at my wild girl as I ease my way out of her cunt before pounding all the way back inside. Slow and hard—that’s how I take her, both of us lost in our shared haze of lust and desire. When she begins to tremble around me, I grit my teeth, willing myself to keep my pace and not lose my shit. Everything in me wants to fuck the hell out of her—but not yet. Not until I’m ready to lose my load—and I’m not finished with her.

“You want to come again, sweetheart?” I huff through my teeth.

“Yes—
yes
—god, yes!” she moans, nodding her head at me.

“Play with your clit, Teddy—squeeze my dick with your sweet cunt.”

Hesitantly, she reaches for her swollen nub. As she begins to rub her fingers around it, I pound into her harder, unable to help myself. Watching her touch herself about unhinges me. When she starts to come, she presses her palm over her clit, spreading her fingers in a wide V, touching my dick as I pump in and out of her.

As she begins to relax, I pull out, letting her legs down before I lean over her, crushing my lips to hers. She circles her arms around me instantly, pulling me closer; and I sweep my tongue through her mouth, kissing her deeply. After a moment, I press myself up on my forearms as I bury my dick in her pussy once more. Her mouth drops open as she spreads her legs wider, and I ram in and out of her hard and fast.

“
Judah—
fuck!” she cries, arching her back as she tugs at the hair at the nape of my neck.

I know I’m not going to last much longer, but I want to rule and reign
one
more time. I want to make her shatter beneath me. I want to remind her who owns her body—who has ruined her for anyone else—who is the king of her motherfucking world.

“You’ll come one more time for me, sweetheart.”

“I can’t! I can’t,” she whimpers, shaking her head from side to side.

“You can, and you will,” I grunt, pressing my thumb against her clit as I lick the sweat from her neck. “Come for me,” I command softly into her ear.

I pinch the delicate skin of her neck, just behind her ear, between my teeth. I bite down gently, spurred on by her ragged breaths in my ear. I fuck her even harder, holding back nothing, each thrust a necessary movement. I can’t be stopped. I won’t be stopped. And my woman
will
come.

“Theodora—”

“
I’m coming!
” she cries, her arms and legs locking me against her. “Judah!” she sobs.

As her body trembles and shakes around me, her cunt beckons my own release. Without thinking, my teeth bite down—
hard
—as my body grows ridged in ecstasy. It isn’t until I taste her blood that I realize I’ve broken her skin. I start to pull away to make sure she’s okay, but she stops me.

“Don’t move—don’t move! Please.
Stay,
” she pleads. I can hear the tears in her eyes, and the last thing I want to do right now is
stay
.

“Sweetheart—”

“I can’t feel anything—and yet I feel
everything
. That was
…intense,
” she whimpers.

A knowing grin tugs at my lips as I shift just enough to be able to see her face. Her eyes are closed, tears rolling down into her hair—her knot from earlier now coming loose. Her skin is flushed and glowing with sweat, and she looks exquisitely mine.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“Open your eyes and tell me again.”

She opens her eyes and stares into mine, saying nothing as she looks at me. When she reaches up and brushes a strand of hair off of my sweaty forehead, she smiles at me before she murmurs, “I love you. And I’ll tell you again tomorrow. I promise.”

“I look forward to it,” I mutter before sealing her mouth with my own.

He kisses me until my lips are swollen, just the way I like. After he pulls out of me, carefully extracting my very first sex toy, we take a long shower together. When we’re finished, I comb my hair to one shoulder and then twist it into a long braid as he applies antibacterial ointment to the bite mark he left on my neck.

My rough gentleman.

He then slips into a pair of gym shorts, informing me that I, too, can don a single item of clothing before we head upstairs for food and coffee. I opt for his grey, pullover sweater, loving the way it feels against my naked skin; adoring the way it smells of him. Hand-in-hand, we make our way to the kitchen, where he boils water for French pressed coffee and whips up the most gigantic sausage and cheese omelets. I’m stuffed before I can even finish, and in spite of my caffeine intake, a nap sounds really nice.

I tell Judah as much and he winks at me before clearing our plates and leading the way back to his room. One look at his sheets, a mess from our most recent and devastatingly pleasurable intimate encounter, and all thoughts of napping flee from my mind.

“Marta can’t see this,” I mumble, shaking my head at the sight.

Judah laughs, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He rests his chin on my shoulder as he says, “It’s nothing new, Teddy. It’s natural.”

“You always say that,” I reply with a giggle, leaning back against him. “But that big hand print of lube? That’s not natural, Jude. We should wash these ourselves.”

“Teddy—”

“I’m so serious,” I laugh, taking his hands and pulling them away from me as I begin to strip the bed. “We’ll nap on the couch while we wait for these.”

“Fine,” he grumbles as he begins to help. “You know we’re just going to mess them up again later, right?”

“Are you promising a repeat performance, Mr. St. Michaels? You outdid yourself this morning. I’m not sure an encore is possible.”

He stops what he’s doing and narrows his eyes at me. “Is that a
challenge
, Miss Fitzpatrick? It’s quite dangerous to underestimate such a formidable opponent.”

Feeling wildly giddy and playful, I inch my way closer to him, until my nose is touching his. “
Bring it,
” I whisper.

He grins and brings his lips to my ear. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, sweetheart.”

A chill runs down my spine and I’m surprised by how much I want him so soon after the three orgasms he gave me a couple hours ago. He laughs and then pulls away from me, continuing to gather the sheets. I snap out of my daze and we both head for the basement to throw the soiled linens in the wash.

It’s still snowing when we lay down together on his living room couch. He wraps me in his arms, eradicating my need for a blanket, and I can’t help but wonder if
this
is love—Jude holding me, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world; as if he’s been doing it all his life; as if he
will
do it…
forever
.

I know he hasn’t spoken the words, but maybe Geoff was right. Maybe his actions
do
speak louder than the words he’s not prepared to say. I mean, the man who’s holding me now is the same man who used to fall asleep without touching me at all. If I needed him to hold me, if I longed for him to cuddle with me, I had to ask. It’s no longer a request I have to make. And, sure—maybe he just got sick of me asking. Or maybe—maybe it’s not just about what I want, but about what
he
wants, too.

Extravagant birthday surprises, romantic weekend getaways, snowy days spent half naked, perhaps
this
is love. Perhaps his fear of the past and the hurt that he’s been through has made him doubt the legitimacy of the words spoken, or perhaps my gorgeous, brilliant, strong man is still searching for the bravery to repeat the words I tell him so frequently. And perhaps his request to hear of my love every single day is not simply to ensure that it still remains, but to instill in him the bit of courage he lacks to speak the words.

It’s entirely possible that as I wait for him, I will never truly know the details of the war that wages inside of him. My mysterious man. Yet, as I wait—and even now, as I drift off to sleep—I have these moments to cling to, to cherish, to rest in. For perhaps
this
is love, and maybe
this
is home…for both of us.

I don’t know how long I sleep, but as I’m coaxed from my slumber, I’m certain that it doesn’t matter. If it was five minutes or five hours, it was enough. As I trade my sleepy haze for an aroused one, I know that my body has gone as long as this snowy day will allow without the connection that only Judah could ever give me.