“I missed you,” I mumble into Hudson’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his citrusy aftershave.
“Missed you more,” he whispers into my hair, those strong hands of his wrapping around the back of my thighs.
Twining my legs around his waist, I pepper kisses along his collarbone, up his neck, mouthing at the thrumming pulse point behind his ear.
Our kisses grow hotter, more frantic, clouding my mind until I hardly register Hudson moving us to his bedroom until he lays me down reverently on the mattress.
I stare up at him for a second, taking in every inch of Hudson Millen above me; the silver chain hanging from his neck, the soft smile on his lips making the corners of his eyes crinkle, the prominent veins in his arms bulging as he balances himself aloft on his palms.
He’s really here; in the flesh.
“I’m not going to be able to hold back if you keep looking at me like that.”
I cock a brow, my legs still wrapped around his waist, bare feet crossed against his lower back, his Achilles spot, making it all that much easier to tilt my pelvis and brush my core againstthe thick length of his cock through the material of our clothes. “Who said I wanted you to hold back?”
“But—”
I grind my core against him again, this time eliciting a groan which sounds very similar to my name.Good, I think, pleasure rippling down my spine. At least he knows who he belongs too. “I’m not going to fucking break, Hudson.”
As if those are the very words he needs to hear, Hudson presses his hips up to meet mine, catching himself on his forearms and laying his lips on mine.
We’re a tangle of long, lean limbs – our kisses growing more and more frantic with each moan and graze of my clit against his cock.
I suck in a lungful of oxygen as Hudson pulls away from me, sitting on his hindquarters to yank my leggings down and take my sports bra off, leaving me completely bare.
My heart races in my chest, and I’m sure Hudson is able to feel it as he palms either of my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh there, before applying pressure and pushing me back to lie down.
“Are you nervous?”
I shake my head, my hair rubbing against the material of my pillow. “I never feel nervous when I’m with you, Hudson.”
His whole face softens, lips curling up into a smirk I catch before he bends his head, sucking my left nipple into his mouth.
I’m alight with different sensations, unable to focus on one for much longer than a heartbeat; the feel of Hudson’s hair tickling my chest as he grazes his teeth over my sensitive flesh, the sound of my already laboured breathing, the ache in my core begging to be filled.
My fingers slip through the dark strands of Hudson’s hair, but before I can keep him at my breasts, he’s moving to trail aline of kisses down my sternum, my stomach and each of my hipbones.
He palms my thighs, opening my legs wider to allow him to settle comfortably, peering up at me with those green fuck-me eyes of his.
I watch, stuck in a trance, as Hudson’s thumbs part my sticky folds and then the flat of his tongue licks a line from the bottom of my slit all the way to my pulsing clit.
“Fuck, Hudson,” I whine, squeezing my eyes tightly shut until silver stars burst across my vision. I can’t stop my hips from bucking upwards needily, urging Hudson to put his tongue back on me.
There’s a part of me that wonders if he’s going to make me beg and plead, but no sooner does the thought enter my head, Hudson is pulling my clit between his lips and sucking.
I crack open my eyes to find him still watching me, his fingers digging into the lean flesh of my thighs, little divots that I hope will leave behind a mark. His pupils are blown wide, hardly but a ring of green visible around the edges.
He looks as wild as I feel; impatient and barely holding on to any self-control.
I wonder what I can do to make him fully lose it.
My head presses back into the plush pillow beneath me, while Hudson falls into a rhythm he knows will get me off in minutes, stealing my breath and the words sitting on the very tip of my tongue.
I feel my inner thighs tense when Hudson notches his middle finger at my dripping entrance, sliding inso fucking slowlyuntil I can feel myself sitting on his webbed flesh. The intrusion stings a little, my body still getting used to the size of his thick fingers, but I welcome it and the heady, lightheaded feeling, which follows.
Crooking his finger upwards, Hudson searches for that spongy spot I can never reach by myself. The smirk imprinting itself onto my hipbone tells me he knows when he’s found it. As if my toes curling and then uncurling against his upper trapezius’ muscles, doesn’t give it away. Or the way I gasp out loud, fingers grasping the tangled bedsheet, my lower back arching away from the bed.
“That’s the spot, hm?” Hudson mutters into my hip crease, mouthing a kiss there before he sinks his teeth in and yanks a hiss of pleasured pain from my lips.
