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It still didn’t feel real.
“Hudson,” I breathed, pulling back from the kiss enough to get some air. “Did you and Becks ever…?”
“On this bed?” He shook his head as he slid the fabric down my body, lifting me just enough to pull it off over my ass. “No. We didn’t.”
Okay. That’s a million times better.
His lips met my neck, kissing softly on the tender spot beneath my ear. I sighed, raising my bare chest to meet his, relishing in the warmth between us. My hands wandered down to where his hips met mine, fingers toying with the latch on his slacks until it released. I could feel his cock pressing against the fabric, hardening beneath my touch. Sliding the zipper down, a groan of release escaped his mouth, warm air spreading out across my neck.
The length of him sprang to life as he pushed the fabric down. “No boxers?” I chuckled, wrapping my fingers around it.
“No,” he grunted, his hands finding my skin once again as he kicked his slacks off. “There weren’t any here and my other pair was soaked through.”
“Is it bad that I think that’s hot?”
“Definitely not.” Lifting himself, he let the shirt fall off his shoulders and down his arms before throwing it off to the side of the bed. “God damn, angel. You look fucking unreal.”
“Really?” I giggled. “I’m fairly sure I have mascara all over my face. You should have warned me to wear waterproof.”
“Mmm, nah,” he purred, reaching to the wall that ran along the side of the bed. He turned the knob that stuck out, dimming the lights above. “I think you look sexy with mascara running down your cheeks.”
He settled himself between my thighs, one hand on my waist and the other beside my head. Warm lips met mine once again, hard and long and aching, a million words between them that had finally been set free. I kissed him back just as eagerly, fingertips drawing circles on his shoulder blades, hips bucking up, begging for more.
“I want to be gentle with you, angel,” he mumbled against my mouth. “Don’t make it hard for me this time. Let me just… live in this moment. Okay?”
I nodded. Within a second, my mind fogged over as his fingers met slick, damp flesh and his mouth closed over my nipple. Pleasure bloomed within me, spreading out through every nerve in my body. “Fuck,” I breathed, tilting my head back and burying it in the plush sheets beneath me.
He circled my clit gently, taking his time, drawing me closer and closer with each little movement, each little lick and nip at my breast. He hummed his approval as my body took over, lifting and begging for more. “I almost want to keep you just like this,” he grunted, his words muffled. “You look so pretty wiggling for me.”
“No,” I groaned, pressing my hips against his once again, the head of his cock just barely against me. “Please, Hudson. I need more.”
He chuckled as he lifted himself, his fingers abandoning my most sensitive spots and wrapping instead around the thickest parts of my thighs. He pushed them up, opening me to him, putting me on display. “Since you asked me so nicely, angel…”
I gasped as he pushed inside, slow and tender, but the girth of him was enough to make my muscles burn as they loosened for him. I dug my nails into his shoulders, watched as he looked down at me with what I could only assume was passion.
Slowly, achingly, he settled. Every piece of him in me, every piece of me in him. “Fuck,” he growled, lowering himself so he was only an inch from my face. “Why does this feel even better now?”
I took his face in my hands and lifted my lips to his. “Because you’re not holding anything back now.”
A small smile spread across his lips as he looked down at me with half-lidded eyes. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I’m not.”
His hips began to move, pulling back, dragging himself through me before burying himself once again. A rough moan escaped my lips; the sensation was far too heavenly to put words to. Over and over, he rocked his hips, finding just the right angle that sent me spiraling into myself and holding him there. He read my body language, he knew without asking exactly what I wanted, what I needed.
“Damn, angel,” he groaned, his forehead falling to mine. “I want to keep you this way but I can’t reach you like this. Hold on.”
He pushed me further back on the bed, his length slipping from me, and crawled after me. “No,” I whined, wanting that fullness and the brain fog it brought with it back.
“Come on,” he chuckled, sitting back against the headboard and patting his lap. “Show me how well you ride for me, Sophia.”
My mouth watered at his words, and I rolled, forcing myself up onto my hands and knees. I straddled him, hovering just above his cock and took his face in my hands. “Only because you asked so nicely,” I mocked, throwing his words back at him.
Slowly, I sank onto him, filling myself back up and fogging up my mind. “Fuck, yes, angel,” he groaned, one hand on my hip guiding me down until flesh met flesh. The fingers on his other hand snaked between us, finding that sensitive spot between my thighs and began to circle it.
I forced my hips to move, languid and slow, as my forehead dropped to his. I could feel the pleasure beginning to knot in my gut, could feel the telltale signs of a building orgasm deep in my bones. “Oh my god,” I sighed, struggling to keep my concentration on the movement of my hips. Hudson guided them, helping every step of the way. “You have no idea how good that feels.”
He chuckled as he looked up at me, his fingers moving just a little faster. “I have a vague idea.” Briefly, his hand left my waist, pushing the hair back from my face so he could get a better view. “I love you.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged my lips up. “I love you too,” I mumbled, pressing my lips to his and holding him to me. No escape. No running away. I wasn’t going to let that happen anymore.
