He laughs again, ticking me off even more. “Well, I guess I’m glad you’re at least admitting we have a relationship,” he says flippantly, like I’m the last one to figure it out, and then goes back to watching Futurama thinking we’re done fighting.
What is he talking about? That’s not what we’re fighting over.
At least I don’t think so.
“So that’s it?” I ask sitting on the couch but misjudging the distance and ending up at a weird angle.
He turns in my direction keeping eye contact for a second or two before speaking. “Amanda, I’m trying to keep you safe in the best way. I will try to do it less ‘like me.’ The rest of it we will have to figure out as we go along, like other couples do.”
“Like other couples do?”
He grins, the sight of which makes me smile too. It’s not my fault. He’s infectious. Hudson gets up from his seat, but not out of anger. He steps over and sits in the space on my side where I ungracefully plopped on the couch.
“Yes, other couples,” he says before kissing me on the forehead and trailing a small line of short pecks down the side of my face ending at the corner of my lips.
I pull back a fraction. “I don’t think we’re like other couples.” None of my friends have guys close in resemblance to Hudson.
His smile grows. “That’s what makes us better.”
I guess he’s right. In the end everyone’s relationship is different from everyone else’s. It’s not up to you find someone like your friends have, but to carve your own path to someone special.
“Now stop thinking. I’m about to fuck you on this couch.”
“I wasn’t thinking,” I deny.
He taps me on the side the head with his index finger once. “Babe, I can practically see your wheels turning.” Hudson pulls my shirt up, the callous part of his palm tickling skin on my ribs as he moves upward.
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He trails a finger around my belly button, the nerves firing over my body as Hudson kisses a circle around it. His tongue dips in the tiny hole and he sucks.
My back arches. “Oh my God.”
Hudson chuckles, undoing the top on of my pants. “We’ll consider this our first bout of makeup sex. I don’t think we’ll fight often, so I plan to make it very memorable.”
If this is one of his ideas, I don’t plan to argue. He’s allowed to go full steam ahead.
When he doesn’t hear any objections — silly man, why would he expect any — Hudson finishes removing the tight black jeans I’d put on after work today. “I love your ass in these pants. Where did you buy them? Let’s get you five more pair.”
“The mall, I think.” I answer truthfully as best as possible. My brain’s scattered as my blood pools to my lower regions. I’m sure I bought them during a random shopping trip with Aspen.
The jeans and underwear get caught around my ankles and Hudson lifts my legs, taking his time pulling them over my feet as he kisses the middle of each arch. The pants fall to the floor and I spread my legs more easily for what’s next.
“I like it when you’re so eager.” Rather than do what I expect, Hudson pulls my hands getting me to sit up so he can help me take off my shirt. He takes a breast in each hand when I undo my bra. “Do you want my dick right now?”
God, this man’s mouth could give me an orgasm by itself. I’ve never had anyone make such dirty promises. I never thought I’d enjoy them as much as I do. Hudson makes dirty talk an Olympic sport, one where he wins gold. So far all I’ve been able to muster is a bunch of head nods and yeses.
“You h – h - h,” I say doing my best not to giggle as my stomach twists and turns, waiting for his next moves. Hudson and I haven’t been together many times, but I’ve learned on top of talking dirty he likes to take his time.
“What do you want me to do, Amanda?” Hudson asks as both his thumb and index fingers twist and pull my nipples.
I swallow and take a deep breath. “Take off your pants.”
He twists one nipple harder and I gasp. “It’s not time for that yet… I haven’t tasted you.”
Oh my God.
The anticipation boils up and my stomach twists and turns. I can’t decide if its pure excitement or fear. Each time Hudson and I are together I lose my nervousness and get to enjoy his presence more.
