Loving Jude
He tosses the top aside, his gaze falling to my chest.
He lifts his hand to my left breast and holds it in his palm before tweaking his thumb over the nipple. I arch my back at the sensation, seeking more.
“I want to kiss you here,” he tells me, kneading his fingers into my chest.
I swallow and nod.
In a swift move, he manoeuvres us into the centre of the bed, laying me onto my back, his body hovering above mine. He gets on his knees and gets rid of the t-shirt he’s wearing, leaving his torso naked.
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