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Ten
Sparrow
Hudson and I stumbled into the house, kissing and groping at each other and barely taking the time to reset the alarm. Thankfully, he had the wherewithal about him to take care of it before he pushed me up against the wall, kissing me roughly while I grabbed onto his hair and returned it with equal vigor. He grasped my ass while I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against his erection that pressed against the front of his jeans.
“God, I want you,” he growled against my lips. “Tonight was torture. All I could think of was getting back here, kissing you, wondering if you’d let me make love to you.”
“Yes,” I gasped, the word only a breath with no sound, but Hudson understood me. I’d barely agreed before we were moving. He carried me through the house, stumbled up the steps. We bumped into the wall but it did nothing to dampen the lust burning between us.
We dropped onto the bed, tearing at each other’s clothes. I didn’t even care as I heard fabric protest at the urgency. I just wanted us skin-to-skin.
My bra went flying. I heard it hit the wall but Hudson’s mouth covering my hardened nipple stole away all thought. A groan rolled up my throat as he nipped and sucked, drawing hard and sending shards of pleasure tearing through me.
“God, you taste good. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
I couldn’t believe it either. My whole life had been shit and one uncomfortable moment at a restaurant had turned it all around. My hands skimmed over his bare feeling the hard lines I’d admired by not touched. Oh, I’d wanted to run my fingers along the slopes and valleys of his pecs and abs and hips. He was a work of art.
He worked his way to my other breast and sucked hard. A loud cry broke from me as I clawed his shoulder, riding the wave of fire that radiated from his mouth to my core then out to me limbs.
Drawing back, he stared down at me in stunned shock them kissed me fiercely. It was as if he’d broken through my fortress and a whimper whispered between us, forming a web around us where I was safe with him.
“Hudson,” I gasped as he kissed along my sternum to my belly. His thick fingers tugged down my jeans and panties, laying me bare to him. Unfettered, my cries filled the room when his mouth covered me. His fingers and tongued explored, driving me toward a release like none I’d ever had, the only I’d ever experienced with another person and not my own hand.
My eyes closed as I sank into the pleasure and let it wash over me.
“Christ, I love the way you shake under my hands and sing out for me, Songbird. I’m gonna come on the blankets if I’m not buried in you soon.”
“Yes. I need… Hud…son,” I gasped out.
He rose over me. “I need you, too. So much.”
His lips covered mine, sharing the musky sweet flavor of me while he devoured my mouth. I groaned, sucking in his tongue while his cock, pressed to me. The broad head stretched me, forcing open walls that had been empty for so long.
“Say my name,” he demanded against my ear. “Say my name while I claim you…and keep you.”
“Hudson,” I cried, letting the dam flood open. “Hudson!”
“Fucking perfect. Perfect.”
It was. Our hips moved in unison, creating a counterpoint that drove me to unscaled heights. Pleasure poured from between my lips, while his dark hungry eyes drank me in, a faint satyr-like smile curling his mouth. His cock drove over my sensitive parts over and over, hitting deep then leaving me bereft until he thrust inside in a long smooth stroke again. Suddenly, I understand what it meant to be remade by sex. He’d destroyed part of me, and we rebuilt something new. Together.
We came together, bliss shimmering through me while his heat filled my deepest place.
“Sparrow,” he murmured as we landed back into reality, a tangled of blankets around us. “Sparrow. My songbird.”
My fingers traced over his face.
“Tell me I’ll still hear your voice. That it hasn’t gone again.”
I stared at him. My lips moving. He heaved a shuddering breath and buried his face in my neck. “I’ll make love to you a million times. Crash through every block you have.”
“Hu…Hud…son. I… Perfect.”
“You are perfect.”
I grimaced and shook my head. “We. Us. It…was perfect.”
Why was it so hard to speak, to get out words with him? When I was alone, I could speak fine. I thought so anyway. I hadn’t much in a long time. Not other than a few words at a time. If that.
