After only a short time, much shorter than usual, she heard Jude's breath catch the way it did right before he came. Sure enough, within heartbeats, he exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed thirstily, humming low in her throat. He tasted excellent, as always--not too bitter, not too sweet. Just right.
And to her delight, he was apparently just as fired up as she was. Pulling out of her mouth, still hard, he pushed her all the way back on the coffee table. Her legs fell open naturally, and he moved to stand between them. Reaching down, he took her shirt in his hands and pulled, buttons popping everywhere, making her gasp. The front catch of her bra, the same shade as the now-ruined shirt, was undone in half a second, and before she even registered that he'd moved, he'd bent over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Arching her back at the exquisite sensation, Celia grabbed his head and pressed it more firmly against her breast. The man was as talented with his mouth as she was with hers. He knew exactly how much pressure was too much, and how much was enough to have her begging for more. Moving his head to the other breast, he gave it the same treatment, pulling on the nipple gently with his teeth, listening to her whimpers of pleasure.
Their hands tangled together in their rush to get her jeans off, and Jude sent a small prayer of thanksgiving up that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Cupping her ass in his rough hands, he bent his head, and lifted her up at the same time.
When his tongue flicked across her clit, Celia came on a strangled moan. The man had a mouth made for the gods, was all she could think, more than a little dazed. And when he settled down and really got to business, even that lovely little haze blurred. The second time she came, she bit her lip to keep from screaming and disturbing the neighbors. Long minutes later, when he sucked her clit into his mouth and slipped two fingers into her, her climax drained every thought from her mind, even the neighbors.
"Oh, God, oh, God, God."
Flicking her clit with his tongue one last time, Jude laughed low in his throat and slid up her limp body, nipping at the underside of one breast before laying his mouth over hers. "He's a little busy, you'll have to settle for me." And with that, he thrust into her wet heat, biting back a moan of his own. She fit him like a velvet glove, snug enough to feel fantastic, but not so tight that he couldn't be a little rough with her.
Canting her hips up, he dragged her legs up, maneuvering them, and her, until her ankles rested on his shoulders. Now she was so tight, and he was so deep, it verged on painful. Whimpering in the back of her throat, Celia wiggled her hips, not caring that he laughed at her again. "Eager little wench, aren't you?"
Biting back a sob--God, he felt huge at that angle--Celia nodded, all pride gone, reduced to a quivering ball of lust. And then he started to fuck her--nobody would call this making love, or something as plain as sex. Hard, deep thrusts, while he nibbled on her earlobe and whispered dirty things in her ear.
Whore. Wench. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't move. I bet you love that thought, don't you?
When her next orgasm hit, Celia swore that she stopped breathing, it was that strong. And he kept fucking her right through it, until it seemed that she never stopped coming at all. By the time he picked up his pace, his breathing ragged and harsh, Celia was caught on the edge of some incredible plane of pleasure, right at the border before pain.
Thrusting one last time, Jude reached down between their bodies, feeling for her clit. Pinching it between his fingers, he gave out a shout as he felt Celia's body convulse one last time, triggering his own orgasm. It seemed to go on forever, one of the best, if not the best, he'd ever had.
Collapsing on top of her, he slid her ankles off his shoulders, letting her legs fall to the ground. After long minutes, he managed to find the strength to stand up. Slowly, because he was still more than a little weak in the knees, he pulled his clothes on, glancing down at Celia's still form on the coffee table. Once he was dressed, he bent over and brushed his lips against hers in a gentle caress, but with just enough heat to have her stirring weakly and reaching for him.
Easing back, he said, "I'll call you sometime tomorrow." With that, he crossed the room, opening the door and letting himself out.
Celia curled up on the coffee table, still shivering slightly from her last orgasm. She already knew she'd pick up the phone on the first ring.
