Chapter 1292
"They’re still inside us," she whispered. "I can feel them moving."
He tightened his fingers around hers. "So can I."
Emma rose slowly and straddled him, naked, graceful. She didn’t speak as she guided him inside her - warm, slow, tight. Her breath caught, but she didn’t move. She simply held him there, hips pressed down, his cock buried to the hilt inside her body, and stared into his eyes.
"This isn’t for them," she said.
He frowned softly.
"This time, it’s just us."
And when she began to move, it wasn’t with urgency or hunger - it was with reverence. Her hips circled, slow and steady, like tides controlled by the moon. She kissed his lips, his jaw, his throat, each kiss lingering. Around them, the others slept, moaned, stirred. But Emma stayed with him, her rhythm her own, her fingers twining with his, her thighs squeezing gently around his hips as her pleasure built.
Jude reached up and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples, watching her face twist with pleasure. She rode him with a patience that felt holy. His hands slid down to her ass, guiding her, encouraging her, and she responded with soft gasps that grew louder each time she sank down.
When her climax came, it rolled through her like a wave. She threw her head back, her hair catching the violet light, and cried out - a sound that was his name and something more. He followed her seconds later, groaning low, holding her close as he spilled inside her. She collapsed against his chest, both of them trembling, their skin slick, their mouths pressed together in a long, grateful kiss.
They stayed that way until morning.
By the time the sun rose, the others had begun to stir.