Free Hands Off by Lia Slater

driving motion. But this time he didn’t stop. His powerful grip pulled her up and down while he worked his hips in rotating motions.
    The bed jounced beneath them. The headboard butted against the wall. Her breasts bounced against his chest. She whimpered and Jude groaned.
    Studying the way his hips moved, she was able to work with him, rolling her pelvis forward to match his movement. Heat stirred so low, compacting deep and deeper. Fast, fast, then slow. Hard, hard, then soft. The rhythm was a rising storm inside her body.
    Her hands feathered down to clasp his shoulders, moist with sweat. She clung to him and concentrated on their dance. They had one goal in common.
    “I love you,” she whispered against his ear, then smiled at the way he groaned. Hard to believe the power her words had over such an intoxicating man. So strong. Powerful. Brilliant. Kind. Generous. “I’ll love you forever.”
    ~ * ~
    JUDE COULDN’T THINK straight. For years, he’d longed to hear those words from Naomi’s mouth. He should be celebrating. He should be dropping to his knee and asking her to marry him.
    He should be doing something romantic and sappy and worthy of her love. Something more than he could give at the moment. Something other than ordering her to his bed and fucking her.
    Yet all he could force himself to do was to take her. To claim her. The need was primal... and foolhardy. But he couldn’t stop.
    He tuned in to her sounds and movements—the whimpers, moans and trembles—and played off them, never wanting to hear a cry of pleasure more in his life.
    Her pussy was slick and so tight, squeezing him as he jutted his hips upward. Her juices trickled down his balls. Her fingers clenched his shoulders, digging in deeper.
    So close. Break the code.
    He loosened his grip on her ass, letting her move with him, but also letting his palms brush across her soft flesh. The need to possess every part of her twisted and grew. His fingers boldly swept into her crevice and lightly skimmed her anus. Once and then again when she half gasped, half moaned, but didn’t protest.
    The lightest of touches seemed to be what she needed to lose herself in the moment. She halted her maddening movements and fell into him. Jude wrapped one arm around her to hold her to him while his other hand was free to continue his experiment.
    His cock thrust up deep inside her as his fingers brushed over her anus. Lightly, then a firmer rubbing, then lightly again.
    And she responded.
    “Ah, ah... oh, God.” Her body, slippery with perspiration, quaked under his hold.
    Yes.
    He drove harder and faster, milking her orgasm. Her feminine cries spurted from her lips. Her body tensed. Her sweet pussy squeezed him. So tight.
    She jerked against him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
    He relished the sound of her uninhibited moans as they grew louder, frantic.
    One last, shuddering whimper and then she was quiet. Spent and limp against him.
    He held her and smiled to himself, pleased. He’d been so caught up in her response he’d forgotten his own.
    But he could wait.
    He lifted her, garnering more soft moans, then eased her onto her back against his pillows. He pulled from her body, instantly missing her warmth.
    He spread light kisses over her lips and cheeks. There was so much more he wanted to do with her. So much more of her he wanted to claim. But somehow, he coerced himself into moving to the edge of the bed, leaving her. He had to.
    “Jude? Where are you going?” Her voice was raspy. Damn sexy. And vulnerable.
    “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll be right back.” He grabbed a pair of work-out shorts and tugged them on. A fierce determination he’d never felt before swelled in his chest.
    His feet led him to the en suite bathroom first to rid of the condom, wash up and splash cool water on his face.
    Clear your head, Jude. Don’t fuck this up.
    He was doing this. Yes, nothing could stop him.
    He dried his face on the towel before stepping back into the