Page 67 of Do It Yourself
“And I’m yours.”
It’s still dark out when I wake up. My heart’s racing with a nightmare that is gone before I can even try to remember it. I do my best to take silent deep breaths but I must have made a sound when I woke up because Jude shifts his body, pulling me tighter against his body.
“What’s wrong, Trouble?” He snuggles into my sleep-mussed hair. I think he sniffs it but I’m not going to say anything. The way Jude smells is like my own personal comfort blanket, the mix of sweat, sunshine, honey and the natural scent that’s all Jude. It fills me up and relaxes me more than anything else I’ve ever tried.
“Bad dream.” I grumble out, shuffling my body around until we are chest to chest so I can pull him closer. We are impossibly close, I don’t think my arms wrapping around him do much except squishing his insides around.
“Do you need to do that thing again, the one that helped you relax at the cabin?” I was not expecting that from him, my heart stutters. It’s exactly what I need from him.
“That would be perfect, if you don’t mind.”
Jude smirk is sleepy, barely visible in the darkness of the room, as his hips grind into me, pressing his erection into my soft stomach. “You know, Mabel, you ask for it. I’m going to do my best to give it to you.” His calloused hand trails down my back, over my ass before grabbing my thigh and lifting my leg over his hip.
The head of his cock teases my entrance and Jude presses a soft kiss as he pushes into me. A gasp escapes me as he fully seats himself inside me. I feel full and complete like I’ve never felt before, but it’s not enough. Jude starts to pull away but Ifollow his mouth, taking over a kiss with my tongue plundering his mouth. A fire is burning in my stomach, the need for Jude overwhelming.
“Jude, I need you, it’s not enough.” My voice is strained, this need feels like an anxiety attack but somehow worse. I feel almost insatiable with need. I push on Jude’s shoulders, doing my best to get him on his back. Straddling him without letting him slip out of my pussy, he gets impossibly deeper and a moan from deep in my gut explodes out of me. “Wait, Mabel, I don’t have a condom.” Jude grits his teeth, his hands flying to my hips to stall my movement.
“I don’t care. Please, I just want to feel you.” I swivel my hips, clenching my channel around his steely length. “I’ll stop if you want to but I…I love you and I just want to be with you.”
Jude’s grip loosens enough to allow me to start moving again, I’m mewling with pleasure as I ride my gentle giant not caring how I’m moving, just chasing my pleasure. He’s so big and I’m so full and it feels so good. “Fuck, Mabel.” Jude growls, his hands dig into the globes of my ass as he fucks up into me.
My orgasm hits me fast and hard, my body stutters momentarily before I start moving again. I try my best to keep pace with Jude but his movements are becoming more and more erratic with each thrust. “Fuck, Jude. You feel so good.” I bend down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss, biting his bottom lip before I lick across the abused muscle.
Jude lets out what I can only describe as a growl before he pulls my hips down as his warm release paints my insides as he fucks me through his orgasm. I come a second time, overwhelmed by his ministrations and the feeling of the stickiness coating my thighs. I lose the strength in my arms, collapsing atop his broad chest and burying my head in the crook of his neck.
We’re both panting, completely spent but I can’t keep the smile off my face. I press an open mouthed kiss against his fluttering pulse. We stay like that until our breath returns to normal and Jude’s cock has softened enough to slip out of me. Now that we’ve calmed down enough to make sure he knows my statement isn’t just a heat of the moment declaration, I look deep into Jude’s sparkling blue eyes.
“I meant it, you know. I do love you.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
JUDE
“Imeant it, you know. I do love you.”
My heart stops, time stops, everything stops. I’d mentally prepared myself for those words to be an exaggeration, something muttered in the heat of the moment because she was feeling needy.
I could play in the fantasy of Mabel having real feelings for me, get the both of us off and run away with my tail tucked between my legs once she’d come down from her post orgasm high and realized her mistake.
I was resigned to the fact that I would only be living in this fantasy, but now, hearing it’s not just a slip, I don’t know what to do with myself. My silence and frozen state must not be coming off as awe because Mabel’s beautiful face and expectant smile starts to drop. She pushes away from my body and I can see her eyes starting to shine.
That just won’t do.
“Hey, hey. No, babe, you just shocked me.” I wrap my arm around her plush middle and readjust myself so her body is caged in by mine, Mabel’s sitting between my legs and my thighs holding her tight so she can’t wiggle away.
She doesn’t make keeping her still easy, squirming and doing her best to fight against my hold.
“Dammit, Mabel,” I grumble as I try to tighten my hold with one arm. I let her go with my other to give myself the opportunity to sweep her silky brown hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck to open-mouthed kisses until she is squirming for a completely different reason.
Mabel lets out small noises that could be interpreted as protest so I remove my lips from her skin but I don’t let her go, instead I tuck my head into the space I had just been kissing. “I’d never thought I’d hear you say something like that to me. I’m sorry I was momentarily stupified.” I grumble into her neck, rubbing my morning scruff against her bare skin.
This has the intended effect—making her laugh. “Stupified? Is that the first time you’ve used that word, Muscles?”
“A special occasion requires a special word, Trouble.”
“Oh yeah?”Mabel tips her head back so our mouths are hovering a breath apart.
“Indeed.” I close the distance between our mouths, the kiss is broken with our laughs.
