“Hold on,” Jude said, and Indira slowed, too far gone to fully stop the drag of her hips. Jude sat up, cinching one hand around her waist and using the other to scoot back against the pillows. “I feel like I can’t get close enough to you,” he said, nuzzling his face against her chest, whispering the words into her breasts. Indira hummed, taking on a lazy rhythm as she slid and circled over him. “I know, baby. I feel it too,” she said, knotting her hands in his hair and tilting his head, bending down to kiss him, deep and messy, and beautiful.
