He lifts one leg, bending it at the knee, and licks a trail down my inner thigh until he reaches my apex. Hudson places my calf over the back of the couch, widening my legs as much as possible. I have no idea how we’ll do this without leaving my couch, but I don’t plan to suggest we do now.
His tongue snakes out and licks me from bottom to top, stopping to play and make circles around my clit. I lose sight of him as I throw my head back against the arm of the couch and I raise my hips to be closer to his mouth.
“Oh, Hudson,” I moan.
“Don’t come yet. I want you to finish around me.”
“You better hurry up. I can’t last much longer.”
There’re a few clings of metal as his pants are undone and dropped exposing his long thick shaft most women would daydream over. I have.
“Don’t I get to taste you too?” I ask extremely proud of myself for trying to be a little dirty.
He shakes his head no. “Next time. I can’t wait.”
Hudson lines himself up with my legs. My body calls to him so desperately as if I need to have this connection.
“Shit,” he curses.
My eyes fly open with his harshly spoken word.
“I don’t have a condom on me. I think I there’s one in my bag. Give me a second.”
“Forget it.”
“We can’t. Are you sure?” he asks when I don’t let go of the grip I have on his arms.
“Yes, I’m sure.” We had the “are you clean” talk after our last time together, but we hadn’t made the decision to not use condoms. We are new in our relationship, but now is as good a time as any. I can’t bear the thought of him leaving, even for a second.
Hudson lines us up again and leans down, his lips locking with mine in a deep passionate kiss as his dick slips inside me. I’m stretched and full, the feeling so powerful my toes tingle. I’m complete. His movements begin slowly, giving me time to adjust, but I’m quickly meeting him thrust for thrust and begging him to speed up. He leans back to get into a better position, allowing him room to trace circles with a thumb over my clit in time with his movements.
My body arches, the tension growing deep inside as every muscle clamps. My breathing goes deep as each breath calls for an orgasm.
“Just let go, baby.” My body twists and turns, getting myself lined up to pull the orgasm from him. My mouth opens in a silent scream. My attention is drawn to the building orgasm. My eyelids shut and my back arches. I pull on Hudson as the orgasm takes over my body.
“Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god,” I chant through the pulsing as my insides contract around Hudson.
On my third, “Oh god,” he moans and his release joins mine while his thrusts quicken and become more erratic.
“Shit, Amanda,” he pants when he stops, careful not to lay his entire body weight on me. “This gets better every time.”
Hell yes, I think, but I don’t have the strength to agree. The only agreement he gets is my moan as I lie spent on the couch cushions.
Hudson eventually moves so his body is lying between me and the back of the couch. We cuddle together, his large protective arms wrapped around to keep me from falling off the edge — for what feels like an hour. My head is snuggled between the space of Hudson’s shoulder.
I’m almost asleep when I roll back a few inches to look him in the eye. Futurama continued to play on the TV even though it switched to a new episode. When he notices my stare, Hudson’s eyes fall away from the TV screen and meet mine.
“I’m ready to tell you what happened the night of the shooting.”
21
“Sorry, Dean, I’ve got to get home. Lots of Christmas prep to do.”
There’s no time to chase another raid with so much work to do for Aspen’s Christmas celebration. They overdo it for most holidays, but the big ones are the worst.
He nods, accepting the answer. I rarely take him up on offers for more raiding or the hundred times he’s asked me out for coffee. “Okay, see you next time.” He waves, following a large group of people making their way to cars and bikes before heading toward the wharf.
I step onto the sidewalk outside the baseball stadium to look for a cab. The road is eerily quiet since there isn’t baseball in December and the people from the raid snatched up the cabs. Even though Grant, Clare’s boyfriend would kill me, I scroll through my phone and find the Uber app. If I have to call for a ride anyway, I should at least make it a cheap one. He’d be pissed over how close I am to his neighborhood without someone here with me, but it’s too late to worry about that now.
