For 24-year-old tennis player Naya Morgan, all that glittered certainly wasn't gold. In her relentless pursuit of victory, she had strayed far from the joy of simply playing the game she loved.
Naya's life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses p...
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Naya's eyes fluttered open as she felt the warmth of Jude's body pressing against her side, his fingers deftly untying the sash of her silk robe. "Mmm, morning baby," he whispered hotly in her ear before capturing her lips with a searing kiss.
His hands roamed over her bare skin, sending shivers down Naya's spine as he fondled and caressed every curve. She moaned into his mouth, already growing wet at the promise of what was to come.
Naya arched into his touch, chasing the pleasure building inside her. "I can't help it when you wake me up like this," she breathed out.
"I want you," Jude murmured against her lips, as his hand dipped lower between her legs, grazing over her entrance.
He wasn't sure what it was, but waking up back home in Birmingham with Naya beside him made Jude feel like he was exactly where he belonged. The world outside failed to exist as he held Naya in his embrace.
"Have me," Naya breathed out, rolling her hips against his hand.
Jude's breath hitched at her words, a primal urge igniting within him. He loved the way she responded to his touch, the way her body instinctively sought his. With a low growl, he shifted his position, his lips trailing down her neck as he continued to tease her with his fingers, pulling her body flush against his so they lay back to chest.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He could feel her warmth radiating against him, and it only fueled his need for her.
Reaching between them as they both lay on their sides, a moan ripped from Jude's throat as he spread her open, shifting closer so the heavy head of his cock rested against her slick entrance.
Naya's breath caught as Jude probed her entrance, the head of his cock nudging insistently against her tight entrance. She rocked her hips, silently begging for more friction.
With a guttural groan, Jude thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Naya cried out at the sudden fullness, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice.
"That's it, baby," he rasped into her ear as he began to move, each deep stroke dragging out a moan from Naya's lips. "Take every inch."
Using his hand to raise Naya's outer leg, she groaned in awe melting into Jude's body, ready to be used to fulfill his early morning desires.
When it came to sex with Jude, Naya couldn't play favourites, but there was something about morning sex with him that drove her wild.
In the morning Jude enjoyed sex slow and drawn out, lips to lips as he sought the deepest penetration.
"Thank you for coming home with me," he murmured against her lips, catching her bottom one between his teeth as he leaned into her from behind.
Leaning back against Jude as he entered her, Naya's head fell to the side, a blissful moan escaping her lips at the incredible feeling of being so deeply filled. "Thank you for having me," she whispered huskily.
