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  Holly’s house was cozy, much more than I had initially thought. She’d done a great job of making it warm and inviting and I thought it would be a great home to raise Chris in for now, though I’d want to live in something larger in the future.

  “What kind of house do you want to raise Chris in? Did you like the barn house?” I asked, suddenly realizing I’d merged my future life with Holly’s.

  She paused as if she picked up on my revelation too, and we moved into another one of those deep gazes that usually lasted for what felt like minutes. This time was different, though, and before I could tell what it was, Holly was climbing on top of me.

  Holly’s legs were on either side of my lap as she rested her hands carefully on my shoulder, steadying herself on her knees. Without thinking, my hands fell on her ass, softly gripping her curves as I fought to keep my hips on the sofa.

  “What?” she asked, slowly moving her hips so that she was grinding against my growing erection.

  “I don’t think this is a good idea,” I warned her, my body acting against my better thinking as I was matching her rhythm.

  “Why not?” she whispered, her mouth falling to my ear.

  Our bodies grinding, our movements were choreographed, pressing into each other’s touch in silence. She felt amazing, teasing me until I stood so tall it hurt.

  “You said to take it slow,” I reminded her, gripping her hip tightly to halt her seductive movements.

  “I am taking it slow.”

  Moving against my grip, Holly slowly wound her hips again, grinding her body against my cock as she stared deep into my eyes. It was so hot I thought I might come right there.

  “I can’t stand sleeping with you another night if I’m not going to feel you inside me,” she whispered, and I inhaled sharply, somewhat shocked by her words.

  Holly was so demure in public, I was taken aback by her boldness in private. With my hips resting on her hips, I rocked back and forth with Holly, moving as I would if I was deep in her tightness.

  “You have to be gentle with me, Jude,” my name sounded better rolling off her tongue.

  “I can be gentle,” I promised.

  I was pleading, needing to hear her moan my name. My cock was pressing against the crotch of my jeans so tightly it hurt. Holly was teasing me. She knew she was in control, and she dangled it.

  “Take me to bed, babe.”

  It was all I needed to hear, but as I pushed some loose hairs from her face, I realized what I wanted to hear was written in her eyes. There, I saw trust as she relinquished control, interlocking her fingers behind my neck as she lifted her chin, offering me her lips.

  I stood from the sofa without holding onto Holly. Her legs wrapped around me, and my hands remained rested on her hips while my tongue explored her mouth. She moaned against my tongue, pressing her body into my torso, and I wanted to take her right there in the living room.

  I had to remind myself to be gentle, because my urge was to rush into things and take all of her as fast and hard as I could. But she was delicate, and I didn’t want to regret anything, like I did the last time when I lacked control, tearing through her clothes like an animal.

  Without breaking our kiss, I laid Holly carefully on the bed, pulling her pants and panties down her legs as she softly whimpered against my tongue. When I finally pulled away, her fingers dug into my skin, pulling me to her. She bit into my neck before sucking on my skin softly, just as she’d sucked me off the night before.

  “Fuck,” I growled, my body craving her more and more. “Babe, slow down.”

  Gripping Holly’s hip, I held her in place until her body relented, melting into my touch. She was mine, and I liked reminding her of it. Slowly, I pulled her shirt over her head, catching her nipple with my mouth and she shrieked.

  “Come here,” I growled, pulling her to me as her back arched with satisfaction.

  Her nipple hardened beneath my tongue as I circled the sensitive skin, closely watching her body. I could tell from the way her thighs pressed together, she was ready to feel me, her body needy. The second I touched her thigh, Holly’s legs fell apart and I brought my two middle fingers to her slit.

  “Ahh!” she cried softly when I touched her slickness.

  I froze. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, just sensitive,” she smiled.

  “You’re so wet,” I sighed, my hips instinctively rocking forward as I yearned for her. The need to fill her was unbearable, but knowing how long she’d been waiting for me, I knew I’d have to warm her up.

  It was hard to believe she’d gone an entire year without being with anyone else, and in the back of my mind, that was perhaps a declaration of her commitment to me. She wanted things to work out for us, and after such a delay I wanted to show my gratitude.

  Lowering my mouth down her body, I kissed between her breasts, and over her tight belly before finding the sweet spot between her thighs. Sensitive as ever, Holly’s hips rocked from side to side, moaning as I curled my fingers into her essence, tapping her g-spot.

  “Jude!” she cried, her body tense with pleasure.

  “Let me taste it,” I whispered before taking her into my mouth, softly sucking her clitoris until I felt her body stiffen even more.

  Turning my head to the side, I slid my tongue into her sex as deep as I could manage, grazing my teeth along her clitoris as Holly’s fingernails dug into my scalp, her fingers tugging at my hair. I could taste her release when she came for me, chanting my name like a spiritual.

  “Jude, please,” she begged as I tortured her with slow kisses as I climbed back up her body.

  “I think you’re ready for me now,” I smiled, resting on my knees as I quickly undressed and grabbed a condom.

  Glancing down, I could see the creaminess of her arousal coating her lips. With my cock in my hand, I watched Holly’s hands seductively drift down her body. Starting at her breasts, she teased herself, biting her bottom lip while staring deep into my eyes.

  I moved my knee to spread Holly’s legs wider. Her legs wrapped around me as I eased into her, gasping at her warmth. She felt incredible, even better than I remembered. Everywhere I touched was soft, her skin was like silk.

  Buried beneath her hair, I fought for air not manipulated by the sweet allure of her perfume. I was surrounded by her charm, drowning in her sex appeal as my hips began to rock, my arms lifting and lowering me into the most dangerous pleasure I’d ever experienced.

  “Holly… Holly,” her name came from my lips over and over as if it was the only word I knew.

  She was a goddess, and with her nails digging into my back, I screwed my body into hers, hoping to become one. She was everything I’d ever wanted, and it was time I finally show her how much she meant to me.

  Sweat began to appear on my back when Holly’s body began to rise again. She was gripping me tighter, her body in sync with my rhythm as she cried my name. When her cries grew frantic and her body tightened all around me, I pumped harder and faster, flexing my abs as I fought for control to contain my own release.

  “Give it to me, Holly!” I growled loudly, watching her come undone.

  Her eyes were tightly shut, her nose scrunched as hair fell over her face. There wasn’t a care on her face with the pleasure washed over her. I watched with restraint as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, her pussy clenching around my cock like a compressor.

  “You’re milking me, babe…” I groaned, my hips slowing.

  “Let me feel you,” Holly moaned, her body coming back to life after her second climax.

  “You feel so good,” I growled, gripping her soft curves with both hands.

  “Let me please you,” Holly whispered in my ear as her fingers ran through my hair.

  Looking deep into her eyes, I held her hip steady as I pumped into her as hard as I could. I wanted to give her all of me, show her there was nothing I was holding back.

  She was everything to me, and more than I could say it, I wanted to show it. So,
with my weight balanced on my elbows, I lifted and twisted myself while holding her hips, angling my attack at her sweet spot.

  Holly’s body reacting swiftly, and I knew I’d discovered the map to her pleasure. She was putty in my hands as I built her back up, fucking her how she thought she didn’t want it.

  She was right, I had to be gentle and warm her up, but now that she was ready, her body was more welcoming than before.

  “Jude! Yes! Right there!” she called as our bodies colliding so loudly a loud clapping sound announced every collision.

  “Fuck! Holly!” I growled as my control evaporated.

  With my need to explode overwhelming, I lost all rhythm and finesse about myself, bucking wildly as my animalistic need took over. Holly’s moans in my ear sent my eyes to the back of my head, her limbs tightly wrapped around my body.

  “Now, Holly! Fuck! Come now!” I ordered, feeling my release slip out of me.

  Obediently, Holly yelled my name as she bucked her hips until her pussy clenched around me like a suction cup. I pumped over and over, until my hips slowed on their own, my breathing labored and heavy.

  Rolling off Holly’s warm body, I fell onto my back. Instantly, she rolled over onto my chest and I pulled her close, gently rubbing her back while forcing my heart rate to regulate.

  After a deep breath, I closed my eyes, feeling incredibly lucky. For the first time in my life, I finally felt like I had everything I’d ever wanted.

  Holly was right, it was a perfect day.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  HOLLY

  FOR THE FIRST time since I found out I was pregnant, I laid naked without a care in the world. My insecurities were erased as I lay in a euphoric state of bliss, my breasts rising and falling slowly as my mind slowly drifted back to reality.

  Jude had taken my body for a ride and I was spent, just staring into space, waiting to be woken up from a dream. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced, sex was him was like an out-of-body experience, where I was able to be someone else for a while.

  When he was inside me, nothing mattered but pleasing him. My body was his, but all he wanted to do was bring me to one climax after another, teasing and pleasing me at every turn.

  Hearing his own pleasure was as erotic as feeling him dig deep into my sex. His orgasm was what set me over the edge, knowing I had caused him to lose control.

  “Why haven’t you been with anyone since New Year’s?” Jude’s words cut through the silence like a knife as I lifted my body from his chest to see the curiosity in his eyes.

  “What are you trying to ask?” I countered, hoping to cut to the chase.

  Jude smiled, swooping me into his arm as he lifted us both into a sitting position. Reaching for a few pillows, I placed them behind our backs as we settled against my headboard.

  “Was it for me?” he boldly asked.

  After our night together to bring in the new year, I didn’t want anyone else. My dating life had been quiet for several months leading up to last Christmas and I hadn’t been looking for a relationship then.

  When I found out I was pregnant, everything suddenly changed. While I wasn’t sure what was going to happen with Jude and me, I knew I didn’t want to open myself to a new relationship.

  “I guess so,” I admitted.

  Being with Jude was a fairy tale for me, but in the back of my mind, I was hyperaware of things that would drive him away from me, cancelling the chance for good. By waiting for him, I knew that if things did become a possibility, I would be ready and available, so subconsciously it was because of him I’d held out for a year.

  “I thought so,” he paused, watching me for a brief moment before adding, “you were well worth the wait.”

  I blushed feeling his hands roam my body. “I know some things have changed,” I shook my head, referencing the extra weight I’d gained since our first night together.

  “Your body has only gotten better,” Jude smiled, kissing my cheek.

  “Yeah, right,” I scoffed.

  “Are you serious?” he asked, pulling me close as the hardness of his body pressed into my side. “Do you feel what you do to me? Just touching you gets me rock hard,” he growled, pushing his erection against me.

  I’d never felt more sexy than I did in that moment, the source of his seduction. Our bodies began to move together again, slowly teasing and tantalizing one another until I pushed away, forcing a little space between us.

  Jude smiled, glancing around my bedroom. I wanted to ask about his place in New York, but he seemed sad every time I asked him details about his life there, so I decided against it. We both knew things were going to change, but he must have had even less of a desire to speak about it than me, because he never broached the topic.

  “I like what you’ve done here. The place is really nice,” he finally said.

  “I know it’s nothing compared to what you are used to,” I said, certain he was used to living in luxury compared to my little cottage house.

  “I mean it, Holly. I’m proud of you,” he stared into my eyes.

  Of course, I could have stayed at my parents’ home, which was nicer and far more spacious, but I needed my own space to raise Chris independently. Now, lying beside Jude in bed, I was more grateful than ever I wasn’t living at my parents’ home.

  “Let’s take a bath,” Jude suggested.

  “Now?” I wondered, seeing the answer on his face. “Okay,” I nodded, feeling my cheeks redden.

  Jude led me to the bathroom, and I showed him my basket of different bath oils and salts. We made a hot bubble bath, climbing directly in since we were still naked from our passionate exchange. Settling between his legs, I sighed deeply when his arms closed around me, feeling safe in my comfort zone.

  “This is nice,” he whispered in my ear before kissing my neck.

  “It is,” I smiled, taking a washcloth from the small table beside the tub and dipping it in the warm water before massaging the bar of soap in the cloth.

  “I don’t want this day to end.” His words fell like lyrics to a song, and I hummed my agreement, leaning into Jude’s touch.

  Together, in silence, we bathed each other slowly before Jude began asking the simple questions most people learn on a first date.

  “What’s your favorite color?” he asked as he squeezed the washcloth against my shoulder. Warm water flowed down my back as Jude’s knuckles kneaded my neck.

  “Pink,” I answered without hesitation.

  “I guess I should have put that one together,” he chuckled.

  “My mom still can’t believe I decorated the house white and pink,” I admitted, recalling the many arguments we had.

  One of the many reasons I moved from my parents’ home was because of my mother’s constant persistence for me to find a man to raise Chris. By decorating my house in feminine colors, my mother claimed I was turning men away and she refused to back down.

  “I think it’s perfect for the two of you,” Jude responded. “Tell me what you want the house to look like,” Jude said before dropping his lips to my shoulder, kissing gently.

  “What house?” I played coy. Every mention of the future brought butterflies to my stomach. Just thinking of a life with him, raising Chris together, was enough to bring tears to my eyes.

  “Our house,” he answered as if that explained everything.

  I paused, sure what he meant but uncomfortable allowing myself to dream of the unthinkable. Jude continued to massage my neck while wiping my body with the washcloth, patiently awaiting my answer.

  “I want a big wrap-around porch,” I finally answered, beginning to describe the dream house I’d envisioned since childhood.

  “I like wrap-around porches,” Jude commented as he massaged my shoulder. “What else?”

  “I want a huge bathroom attached to our bedroom, with a big tub and a glassed-in shower with a bench built into it,” I described my vision quickly, enjoying Jude’s game.

  “How many bedrooms?” he asked
as his hands found my heavy breasts.

  “Mm… Maybe four?”

  “Four is a good number,” Jude agreed.

  “What do you want?” I asked, smiling as I glanced over my shoulder to watch his reaction.

  “You.”

  His eyes were dark and dangerous, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before our bodies would again be intertwined. The magnetic pull between us was too strong to fight, and even if I could win, I’d never turn away the satisfaction of Jude’s pleasure.

  “You have to some idea about where you want to live,” I prodded, curious about his dream life.

  “I just want to make you happy, Holly. I’m sure you’ll pick a pretty house,” Jude answered, shrugging his shoulders.

  By the time we climbed out of the bathtub, I was expecting Jude’s hands to be greedy, and thankfully he didn’t disappoint. When I caught our naked reflection in the mirror above the vanity, he bent me over the bench, taking a handful of my breast in his hand as he bit his lip, watching me.

  “I think you’re all warmed up,” he spoke too evenly for the threat he was speaking.

  After a year away from sex, I knew I needed to ease back into things, but now I was ready. I wanted to feel him, and feeling the thickness of his cock pointing at my entrance, I felt my juices sliding down my leg.

  “You’re ready for me, babe,” Jude groaned, his hips rocking forward like he was already inside me. He grabbed another condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans and sheathed himself.

  A soft moan fell from my lips when the head of his length ground against my clitoris. Still swollen from my earlier orgasms, my body quickly came back to life, watching Jude in the mirror. When he pushed past my flesh, my body opened for him as my eyes clenched shut, the feeling intense and all encompassing.

  Jude’s girth stretched me, slowly spreading my body to make room for his length. He reached new depths of me, sending me on a roller coaster of emotion as he controlled my body like a puppet master.

  With every one of his groans, I felt the walls I’d built around my heart falling. All I wanted was to please him in the same ways he pleased me, and I moved and stretched my body with the hopes of making it happen. Watching his reactions in the mirror, I arched my back as I pressed into his pelvis, taking him deep in my warmth as we both gasped from the incredible sensation.