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I can't say that. I can't tell him I don't want him. I do, I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
"Mia, I hate games. I get that you're conflicted, but this shit has to stop. I don't give a fuck who knows that we're together. You need to sort your head out."
I feel bad. My head's all over the place. I have no idea what to do about this: the thought of telling everyone we're together makes my stomach flip. But the thought of not being with Hudson makes my heart hurt.
"Don't answer, just think," he says as he releases me and turns away. My heart sinks, he's walking away. Even though my brain is relieved, it'll give me a chance to think about what's going to happen.
I get changed into my pajamas. They're a cute peach lacy short set Mom got me for Christmas. They're my favorite as they're comfortable and Lacey tells me I look hot while wearing them. Climbing into bed, I shut off the light, my entire body is aching and my eyelids are heavy. I close my eyes and sink further into the pillow, ready to fall into a deep sleep.
My door opens, and I'm sitting up instantly, my hand reaching over and hitting the lamp to switch it on. "What?" I ask as I blink, my eyes adjusting to the light.
"Shhh," the bed dips beside me. "Shut the light off." Hudson's deep voice instructs as he climbs in beside me.
I do as he asks and settle back into bed, "Good night, Hudson."
His arm goes around my stomach, and he places a kiss on my head. "Night Mia." He whispers. I turn so that we're facing each other, his hot breath against my face. "Close your eyes."
I smile, "Thanks for sleeping with me." I think it's really sweet that he came here tonight.
"Woman, you're not sleeping." He growls, and I lay my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.
Within minutes I'm fast asleep.
"Ummm." I moan, my eyes fluttering open. I'm extremely aroused, and when I finally wake I realize why. "Hudson." I moan again as his finger sinks into my pussy. My hands dive into his hair as he begins to finger fuck me.
"Like that?" He questions and I pout when he removes his finger. "You're going to love this." He assures me, a smirk on his face and those gorgeous amber eyes so dark with lust. He pulls down my pajama shorts, and it takes all I have not to turn and hide my nakedness from him.
His finger goes back inside me and I whimper, needing more. My body takes over and I grind against him. His other hand begins to trail up my stomach, under my top and toward my breast. Within seconds he's teasing my erect nipple. I bite my lip to stop the moan from escaping as I continue to grind against his finger.
"That's it, Princess, fuck my finger." His voice, deep and gravelly.
Shit, why is that so fucking hot? I want him to talk to me like that all the time, I'd be wet constantly.
"Hudson," I beg as he adds another finger inside of me, my back arches off the bed, my eyes closing as the pleasure overtakes me. The bed dips beneath me as I feel his weight on me. "Shit." I curse as his hot wet mouth clamps around my nipple. His fingers withdraw from my pussy and I whimper at the loss. His teeth pull on my nipple, and I'm so close, I can feel the warmth building. "Hudson, I want you to be inside me," I beg him.
He lets my nipple go with a pop, and looks me in the eye, "You want me, Princess?"
I nod, needing him. His eyes light up, "As you wish." He lifts off me and anticipation builds, as I realize he's only in his boxer shorts. Where did his clothes go? Did he come to bed like that last night?
"GOD!" I cry out as his tongue laps at my clit.
"Not God." He chuckles around my clit, sending vibrations through my body.
"Hudson, please. Oh God, please." I beg. I'm so freaking close. I need to come.
His teeth gently nip at my clit, and I detonate, colored spots blur my vision, but before I'm even able to recover, Hudson thrusts into me. I cry out. He's so big, it hurts.
"Shh, Princess, give it a second and the pain will ease." His voice is gentle, something that I never thought he’d be.
I nod, I'm unable to speak, but he's right, the pain is slowly fading. "I'm sorry," I whisper.
His jaw clenches, and he shakes his head, "Don't apologize, I want to fuck you so bad, but you're sore, so I'm going to take it slow."
Now it's my turn to shake my head, "No, I'm okay now. Hudson, give it to me." I want him, all of him. I don't want him to hold back. He has a furrow in his brow. He's conflicted. "Give it to me," I demand.
His hand sneaks around the back of my neck, and he pulls my head toward him. His lips capturing mine and he begins to move, slowly. Ever so fucking slowly.
