I can only nod frantically, every inch of skin covering my body tight and on fire. I can already feel my orgasm building behind my hips, tightening in my lower stomach, turning my mouth dry.
Dipping his head, Hudson swipes his tongue across my clit, sending an addictive electric shock of ecstasy through my veins.
“Such a fucking tight pussy, Gee…”
I know; I can’t help it. I can feel myself fluttering against his finger inside of me.
Keeping his calloused finger coaxing gently along my G-spot, up and down, up and down, Hudson picks up speed tonguing my clit, his third day stubble brushing against my swollen folds.
The different sensations are maddening, sending me further and further towards the edge. I’m helpless to do anything but allow Hudson to play my body like a fiddle, a second thick finger now joining his middle digit, turning my legs to jelly and my mind to mush.
I feel so fucking full already. The pressure in my core almost too much, but not enough, all at the same time.
It’s enough to make my stomach flip at the knowledge I’m already full from just his fingers. If this feels good enough to make my eyes roll back into my head… What the fuck is his cock going to feel like inside of me?
I splinter apart at the thought, crying out loudly, reaching down to grasp Hudson’s head, keeping him at my core.
Ecstasy coats my bones, turning me pliant, making my eyes water and causing my core to pulse wetly.
Slipping his fingers from me, I catch a glimpse of my arousal dripping past his knuckles, and down to his wrist, before Hudson is lifting himself up to capture my mouth. I taste myself on his tongue, nibbling his lower lip between my teeth as he wraps his damp fingers around my waist, keeping me pressed against the mattress.
“You okay?”
I swipe a lock of soft, dark hair away from his forehead, relishing in the feel of his body on mine.
Nodding, I move my fingertips to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up, up, up, until I can peel it right over his head. “You’re too dressed.”
With a cock of his brow, Hudson slides his way down my body, groaning in the back of his throat when my hard nipples graze along his skin.
Standing at the foot of the bed, naked from the waist up, I drink in the sight of Hudson Millen.
He’s so gorgeous it should be illegal.
Without second guessing what I’m doing, I put my two fingers in my mouth, whistling loudly. Hudson stops, his thumbs in the waistband of his grey tracksuit trousers, glancing at me curiously.
Settling myself comfortably against the pillows, I bat my lashes. “Come on, give me a show.”
“A show?”
“Mhm,” I hum.
“What will I get in return?”
I tip my head to the side, thinking over his words.
Silently, without another word, I spread my legs, planting my feet flat on the bed so Hudson can see every wet inch of me. “How about… a lap dance?”
Hudson’s jaw ticks, his nostrils flaring, his eyes bouncing from my face to my breasts to the satin seam of me and then back to my face. “Deal.”
Smiling indulgently, I watch Hudson push the waistband of his joggers down from his hips, revealing the deep V of his toned Adonis belt and the smattering of hair along his happy trail.
He steps out of his trousers a little too quickly for my liking, but the sight of his cock bulging in his tight, grey boxers makes up for it. As does the way Hudson squeezes himself through the thin fabric, brushing the pad of his thumb along his length until a wet spot appears staining his boxer a darker colour.
“Take them off,” I say, pressing the tip of my tongue into the flesh of my cheek. I’m warm all over again, my core aching, clit pulsing. Absentmindedly, I reach a hand between my thighs, tracing featherlike passes over my clit hood.
Hudson’s green eyes flash, his throat bobbing. “Beg.”
I’m not sure I hear him correctly, what with the fresh surge of arousal dancing through my body, blood roaring in my ears, but I thought he said…
