Bravo Rising
Sophie
“Ride me.” He moves me from my knees with him behind me, to me sitting on him while he’s on his knees but leaning back.
“I like this view better.” I love it but he looks like he’s concentrating on where we join. His serious look makes me smile. The man is sexy but you’d think that embarrasses him. He’s dirty and dom-my but looks like the proverbial hunky next-door neighbor. I’d love to explore every inch of him but he’s seton his plan. I’m relaxed enough to let him do whatever the hell he wants, as long as it ends in a massive eruption that we both feel. He’s got to be some kind of sadist to keep going for this long. I was ready after the first time.
His hands on my ass lift me up, which keep me pushing for more, just to pound me down, hard enough for my core to tighten its hold on him. The man is like a jackhammer I saw overseas. It’s slow, methodical and …omfg!
“Hud,” the gasp I let out stops words and thinking.
His eyes fly from where we’re connected to my face. The slow droop of his eyelids is enough for me to lose it completely. His mouth is on mine and he swallows everything but the moan and trembling of every organ in me that he now owns.
As soon as his mouth lets me breathe, he says, “Give it to me.” I don’t correct him because he took it.
“Slide deep inside me again so I ca…” Jolly rogers. It feels like I have more to give. That’s not… His finger slides into my rear on the down stroke and hits the impossible, causing my world to fly apart.
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One hour
Bravo Rising
Sophie
“Ride with me to Phoenix. Sawbones and Pauly are flying in for dinner with Doc and Web at Cort’s.”
That sounds better than waiting for him to get back. I have so much to do but nothing I want to do more than spend time getting to know Hud better. I’ve watched him it seemslike forever. It wasn’t until the end of the cruise that I started seeing him as fairly normal. Last night was crazy but I think the thought of him as more than a colleague made me try to push it all away. I’m psychotic. I was trying to push him away by asking him lifelong partner questions. I need help. “Yeah.” I answer realizing the need for a shrink tag-along
He stands and lifts me right up.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t see him put that brace leg on.
“Washing you. I didn’t this morning. I’m not missing it now.”
I smile at that. “I don’t remember but you think you missed it?”
His serious look comes my way. “Yeah, think I just passed out.”
He makes me laugh. Stella is going to love this. I can’t wait for her, ‘you’re a fuckin’ nut.’ Although it may be directed at me.
“Oh.” Washing me entails actually washing me. I’m sitting on his lap, on the bench, under the shower spray and start bawling like I’m five.
He pulls me to his chest and just holds on to me. When whatever this is slows, he moves my hair and rubs my back. Hunky man next door is washing me as if I’m a porcelain doll. I can’t remember anyone ever washing me. As far back as I can remember, I was put in a tub or pushed under a shower head. My hair was pixie short until I could take care of it myself and it’s been long ever since.
This is insane and I don’t want it to ever stop. He’s washing me. Me, Sophie Michadeau from care. I close my eyes and just feel his hands skim over my body. He moves me and watches his hand move. I close my eyes and feel that hand. The water hides my tears but I’m not hurt, I don’t know what I am,but it’s not hurt.
When he gets my hair rinsed and squeezed out, I look in his eyes then away. He holds my face and kisses my lips. “Thank you, Sophia.” He said my name, just my name and it sounds smooth and silky when he says it.
I kiss his lips and look at his eyes. “Thank you, Hud Girard.”
I stand and he points. “Good, I can wash and get dressed.” He doesn’t wait and pulls his shower brace off.
I skedaddle. He washed me. I don’t know who to tell and I’ll cry like a baby trying to explain it.
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Phoenix Rising
