“God, Hudson… I’m gonna cum again.”
“Me too. Keep going,” I urge. “I can’t wait until I’m home. Gonna fill you up so fucking fast, Gee. Fuck you into next week; stuff you full. Feel you squeeze around me, milking my cock. Play with that little clit and—”
Giselle orgasms again with my name on her lips, eyes squeezed tightly shut, hands scrabbling in the sheets as if searching for purchase.
I finish not far behind her, painting my hand and lower stomach for the second time this evening.
I’m grinning like a fool, my cheeks aching with the force, when Gee finally plucks up the energy to open her eyes, sliding the sex toy out of her raw pussy and tossing it somewhere off to the side.
“Sore?” I ask, wiping my own sticky hand.
She cocks her head, a matching sated smile etched across her lips. “A little. I’ll have a shower later to dull the ache.”
My heart tightens in my chest. I wish I was home right now to take care of her the way she deserves.
Sheets rustle as Gee rights herself on the bed, laying her head on my pillow, pulling the blanket up to her chin.
“Can I admit something?”
“I’m all ears.”
“The sound of your voice really turns me on.”
“Noted.” I laugh, unable to take my eyes away from her. God, she’s gorgeous. “I can’t wait until I’m back.”
“Me neither. Just two more days.”
“Two days,” I promise.
Chapter 29
Giselle
Unwinding myself out of a seated spinal twist, I push up from the floor, relishing in the feel of fresh blood coursing through my veins and check the time.
Hudson’s train from Manchester is due to arrive soon and I promised I’d be there to pick him up, which means, if I want to be there on time, I need to leave in a handful of minutes.
Excitement bubbles up inside of me until I’m practically overflowing with it, unable to hide the grin dancing across my lips.
I can’t wait to see him.
Bending at my hips, I roll the foam fabric of my yoga mat into a log, moving to tuck it away beside the door so I don’t forget to bring it to work with me tomorrow.
I make a quick dash to the kitchen, filling up my travel mug with a warming cup of tea so I’m not tempted to buy one at the train station – those things cost an arm and a leg – and I’m ready to go.
Coat. Shoes. Handbag. Set of—
The sound of a key twisting in the lock fills the small space around me, setting me on edge, because who the fuck else has a key to Hudson’s flat?
Fear running red hot through me, I turn just in time to watch as the very man I’m supposed to be meeting off the train, shoves his way through the door.
“What are you doing here?!” I all but yell. “You’ve scared the shit out of me! I thought I was picking you up!?”
Hudson pops his shoulders, unceremoniously dumping his bag on the floor and taking a step towards me. “I caught an earlier train so I could see you quicker.”
Oh.
Fear dissipating as quickly as it had arrived, I bound across the floor, my feet eating up the rest of the space between us, until I can safely jump in his strong, corded arms.
