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  Almost like he was fucking me with his cock.

  The thought almost stopped me cold. Because it wasn’t fear or loathing I felt when I imagined Jude moving inside me. It was desire. Need. Lust. I wanted him in me—really wanted him.

  I moved back, out of reach of his mouth and started to tell him I felt ready but the look in his eyes stopped me. They were burning and hooded, so filled with longing and desire it took my breath away. His mouth was shiny with my juices, his lips red from our prolonged erotic contact.

  “Kiss me,” he rasped and it wasn’t a request.

  Leaning over I pressed my mouth to his, moaning softly when I tasted myself on him. Jude pressed his tongue rhythmically into my mouth, just as he had done to my pussy a few moments earlier. I twined my fingers through his hair and held on tight, kissing and sucking and licking, trying to get every last trace of my honey from his lips.

  The way Jude kissed me—and let me kiss him—was amazing. But now more than ever, I knew I wanted more. So at last I straightened up and looked at him.

  “Jude,” I murmured. “I want you in me.”

  “Are you sure?” Some of the lust in his eyes faded to concern. “Really sure this time? I don’t want you to rush yourself or do anything you’re not ready to do.”

  “I’m sure,” I said and this time there was no niggling little voice of doubt at the back of my brain. I was ready for him, body and soul.

  When I scooted lower, straddling his hips instead of his chest, I saw that Jude was ready for me too. His shaft was rigid, almost pulsing it was so hard, and the head of it was glossy with his precum. He moaned raggedly as I circled it with my fingers and I knew if he hadn’t been cuffed to the bed, his hands would have been all over me, stroking my breasts…caressing my thighs…teasing my pussy.

  I liked the idea so much I almost uncuffed him right then and there. But I remembered the way I had felt ready before and then freaked out. Better to leave him as he was and see how I reacted to the feel of his long cock entering me before I rashly decided that I was healed enough emotionally to let him go.

  I had him in my hand and was ready to start but I felt…awkward…unsure. I’d seen sex in movies and I had a vibrator I used regularly but it seemed strange to just saddle up and mount him while he lay there supine on the bed.

  Jude must have seen the uncertainty on my face because he lifted his head and caught my eyes with his own. “Are you all right, Luz?”

  “I am, I really am,” I told him truthfully. “And I want to do this but it seems strange to just, I don’t know…stick it in.”

  Jude rumbled laughter. “Then don’t just ‘stick it in’ as you put it. Take your time. Rub me against yourself. Make yourself feel good first.”

  It sounded like good advice to me. Grasping him firmly in one hand, I lowered myself until I could stroke the broad head of his shaft over my slippery inner folds. Jude and I moaned at the same time as he slid over me, teasing the heated pearl of my clit with his cock.

  “Like this?” I asked, as I did it again, looking into his eyes.

  “Just like that, beloved.” He groaned again. “That’s right—use me to make yourself feel good, work yourself against me, Luz.”

  I was really beginning to get into it now. The feel of his hot, hard shaft slipping back and forth over my open pussy and hearing Jude’s low groans as I rubbed him against me was incredibly arousing. It must have been for him too. Judging from the hot look in his eyes and the way his hands were clenched into fists, he was enjoying the show I was putting on and the feel of my pussy against his cock almost as much as I was.

  It was inevitable that his shaft would finally find entry to my channel. I was enjoying myself too much to pay attention to how far I was letting him slide and before I knew it, the broad, plum-shaped head was lodged firmly at the entrance to my pussy. In fact, it was almost halfway inside me before I realized what was happening and stopped.

  “Luz?” Jude looked at me again, lust and concern mingling in his face. “You can end this now, if you need to,” he said though I could tell from the tension in his big body how much he wanted me to continue. “It’s all right. Just stop.”

  But this was what I had come here to do and by now I not only needed to do it—I wanted to. Wanted to feel Jude inside me, filling me to the limit. Wanted to give myself to him and see the look in his eyes when he came inside me. Was I still a little frightened? Yes, I had to admit to myself. But my desire for Jude and the trust I felt for him was enough to overcome that with a stronger, deeper emotion.

  Looking him in the eye, I said, “I don’t want to stop.” And then, my legs trembling with the effort to hold myself in position, I began to lower myself down.

  Of course, it was easier said than done. I’d had nothing inside me but a very slim wand vibrator and Jude was considerably longer and over twice as thick as my little toy. I bit my lower lip as I felt him stretch me while he slid deeper and deeper into me, inch by inch.

  “Slowly, beloved,” Jude urged me, watching as I lowered myself onto him. “I don’t want to hurt you—you’re very tight.”

  “I know,” I said softly, still trying to ease him into me. “I’m sorry.”

  Jude shook his head. “Don’t apologize, Luz. You’re beautiful. Beautiful and brave, taking me inside you like this. You have no idea how erotic it is to watch your tight pussy sliding down onto my shaft.”

  It was an incredibly hot sight, watching his thick cock disappear into my cunt. And the pleasure wasn’t purely visual, either. Despite the stretching feeling as he entered me, it felt good too—felt right to be filled with him so intimately. And because I was the one in control I had no fear or anxiety about having him inside me. I knew at any time I wanted I could get up and walk away. Though I had no wish to do that, the knowledge that I could if I wanted to gave me the strength and confidence to keep going. And then finally, his pelvis was flush with mine and I knew he was all the way inside me.

  I moaned softly as the head of his cock pressed hard against the end of my channel and Jude gave an answering groan. But to give him credit, he didn’t move a muscle though every instinct he had must have been screaming for him to thrust into me as hard as he could.

  Bracing my hands on his torso, I rested and trying to get used to being filled with him. Jude was as still as a stone underneath me but I could feel his cock throbbing with need, stretching me even as we were both perfectly still. At last I looked up at him.

  “How does it feel?” He was watching me with half-lidded eyes, desire written plainly on his face.

  “Good,” I said. “I feel…I’ve never felt this full before. But I think I like it.” I moved tentatively and Jude made a low, appreciative sound.

  “That’s right,” he growled softly. “Do that again, Luz. Move up and down—fuck yourself on me.”

  The hot, dirty words seemed to ignite something inside me. With a soft moan of pleasure, I lifted myself so that several inches of his long shaft slid out of me and then lowered myself again until I felt him all the way inside me once more. Then I did it again…and again.

  Each time I raised off him a little more and let myself down a little harder, a little faster. Jude groaned along with me on each deep penetration, his fangs showing in a silent snarl of effort as he forced himself to hold back and let me do whatever I needed to do. But at last, my own efforts weren’t enough—I needed more of him and I needed it now.

  “Jude,” I gasped, grinding against him as I tried unsuccessfully to get more of a rhythm. “I need more…need you…”

  “What do you need?” His eyes blazed at me. “Tell me, Luz—say it.”

  “I need…need you to help me,” I moaned. “Please, Jude, I’m so close but I just can’t…quite…make it. Fuck me.”

  My words seemed to set something loose inside him—some animal of pure lust he’d been keeping tightly chained suddenly slipped its leash and ran free. With a low roar, he pulled back and then surged upward, thrusting his shaft to th