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His fingers find the waistband of my sweatpants, slipping underneath, seeking the heat of my body. I bite back a moan, feeling my resolve crumble like sandcastles in the tide.
“Please,” I breathe, my head falling back as I give him permission to continue. His hand moves higher, slipping underneath my sweatshirt and finding the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. The sensation of his strong fingers gently squeezing sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan.
“Harper, you have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers, his eyes dark with lust. I want to tell him that he has the same effect on me, that his touch sends my senses spiraling out of control, but my words are lost in the heat of our passion. Instead, I focus on the feel of his hand on my body, the way it sends tingles coursing through every nerve.
“Show me,” I say, daring him to take things further. His hand continues its exploration, driving me crazy with every look, every squeeze. I lose myself in the depths of his eyes and the warmth of his touch, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“Harper,” Hudson growls, his voice thick with desire. “I need to see you. All of you.”
That’s the only warning that I get.
Before I can protest or agree, he deftly removes both my shirts, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. The cool air in the car caresses my naked torso, causing goosebumps to erupt across my flesh. His eyes drink me in, their dark depths filled with an insatiable hunger that mirrors my own.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, and I can’t help but blush at his words because I can tell he means it with every fiber in his being.
Briefly, I wonder if we’re too exposed, here in the parking lot of the Christmas tree farm. But a line of trees separates us from the buildings, and all the other customers have left since the rain started. Plus, the windows are so foggy I’m sure no one can see inside. Probably.
I can’t wait anymore.I want this man.
“Touch me, Hudson,” I plead, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. I need him, more than I’ve ever needed anything before.
“Your wish is my command,” he whispers, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. In one swift movement, he lowers his head, taking my nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks and teases the tender peak, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.
As he lavishes attention on my breast, his hand slides down my body, finding the waistband of my sweatpants, already pushed down low on my hips from his earlier exploration. His fingers slip beneath the fabric to stroke the sensitive flesh between my legs. My hips involuntarily lift toward his touch, desperate for more.
“Please, Hudson,” I moan, my body trembling with anticipation. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Patience, love,” he purrs, his fingers delving deeper. “Good things come to those who wait.”
My body trembles, a wave of pleasure building within me as Hudson expertly teases my nipple with his mouth and his fingers work their magic between my legs. It’s almost too much to bear, and I can feel myself succumbing to the sensations that threaten to overwhelm me.
“Harper,” he groans against my skin, “I can’t hold back any longer.”
“Neither can I,” I admit breathlessly, barely able to form words as I lose myself in the intensity of our passion.
If he hadn’t said anything, I would have.
With one final stroke, the dam breaks, and I’m swept away by a powerful climax that leaves me shaking and gasping for breath. My grip on Hudson tightens as if to anchor myself in the storm of ecstasy that courses through me.
As my body gradually begins to settle, I become aware of Hudson’s own need, his desire growing stronger and more insistent. He releases my nipple from his mouth, his hot breath fanning over my damp skin as he looks up at me with darkened eyes.
“Your turn,” he murmurs, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his erect member with a swift motion. The sight of him, fully aroused and ready for me, sends a fresh surge of heat through my veins.
“Ride me, Harper,” he invites, his voice thick with lust. “Show me how much you want this.”
The raw desire in his words ignites something primal in me, and I eagerly accept his invitation. I yank off my pants and position myself over him, completely naked, my thoughts flickering briefly to the potential consequences of our actions—but they’re quickly extinguished by the burning need for connection that has consumed us both.
“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice barely audible through the haze of passion that surrounds us.
“More than you know,” he replies, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he guides me onto him.
“Ride me, Harper,” Hudson urges, his voice thick with lust. “Show me how much you want this.”
I straddle him, feeling the heat of his member against my entrance. I lower myself onto Hudson, feeling him fill me completely. The intensity of our connection takes my breath away, and I can’t help but let out a gasp. As I begin to move, riding him with an urgency born from the depth of our desires, I feel as though I’m losing myself in this shared moment of ecstasy.
“Harper, you feel so good,” Hudson growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he helps guide my movements.
“Harder, Hudson,” I beg, wanting to push both of us to the very edge. He obeys, pulling me down harder onto him, driving himself deeper inside me.
