Slowly, so fucking slowly, Hudson pulls out and then pushes himself back inside, replacing the quickzapof pain with a heavy thrum of pleasure. It works its way through my bones, leaving me heady, the feeling of fullness between my legs, in my core, addictive.
“More,” I mutter, lacing my fingers with Hudson’s hands. He’s moving inside of me, but I need him impossibly closer.
“You need me tofuckyou?”
I bob my head vigorously, my words choking on my tip of my tongue as Hudson picks up speed.
The slapping sound of our bodies moving together echoes from the walls, mixed with moans spilling from our lips and the wet sound of my core coating Hudson’s cock in my arousal.
Reaching upwards I palm the back of Hudson’s neck, crunching my abdomen muscles to bring our faces closer together. Dragging him in for a heated kiss, I feel my core fluttering around him, pressure building behind my hips.
“You need to cum again?” Hudson mumbles into my skin, dotting kisses along my left breast and my heart space.
“Uh huh,” I whine, my right hand already finding the place where we’re joined.
Spreading my middle and ring finger, my clit nestling in the soft web of my flesh, I feel with my fingertips the space Hudson is carving out for himself; the drag of his latex covered cock, wet with a mixture of arousal and lube, the heat radiating from his hard flesh showcasing his humanness.
“Fuck, Gee.”
Swiping the pad of my thumb along his pulse point thrumming in his neck, a reminder I’m here with him, I feel it too, the bubble of emotions and feelings almost too much.
Circling my clit, my fingers slip once or twice, before I regain the rhythm, allowing Hudson to fuck up into me. If he weren’t holding me up, I’m sure I’d be halfway up the bed by now, collapsing somewhere in the mattress unable to hold myself up.
I orgasm for the second time this evening with a shout of Hudson’s name, contracting around him rhythmically, wringing a series of profanities from his lips as he feels me tighten around him.
Hudson thrusts once, twice, three, four times before he groans my name. “Giselle.”
His hips stutter, grinding against my wet flesh in attempt to get as close to me as possible. He spills hotly inside of the condom between us, falling on top of me with a long exhale.
I lie on my back, panting, looking up at the ceiling of my bedroom as Hudson pulls out of me gently.
“I’ll go get a cloth,” he says, stepping away to the bathroom and returning, cock soft, with a warm washcloth in his hands. He wipes between my thighs, before joining me in bed, pulling me into his arms, our sticky bodies flush together, until we fall asleep.
Chapter 30
Hudson
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Gee whispers deep into my ear, her hand squeezing my upper bicep a week later, as she passes by the main area of the gym on her way to teach a meditation class.
Now, that I’m back from first aid training – I passed with flying colours, thank fuck – we’ve hardly spent a minute apart, except for Monday morning when Gee slipped away to attend an important appointment.
I didn’t pry, knowing she’d tell me when she was good and ready, but now I’m hoping maybe it was something to do with this surprise she has for me.
“I can’t fucking wait, Gee.” Smirking, I press my lips to hers, savouring the taste of her before I pat her arse and send her on her way.
I watch her go, hips swaying, until she disappears down the corridor with a wave of her fingertips.
I’m on edge for the rest of the day and into the evening, peering out of the corner of my narrowed eyes at Giselle as we lay together on her sofa watching an old blockbuster comedy.
She doesn’t mention anything else about a surprise even as we fool around in bed, me wringing an orgasm out of her withmy hand, her with her wicked tongue on my cock and by the morning I’ve forgot any mention of a surprise until I duck into the bathroom to empty my bladder.
After pissing, I flush and wash up at the sink, noticing the familiar shiny gold ring sitting on the corner of the ceramic.
I pick it up, cradling the small item of jewellery in my palm, running the edge of my blunt nail along the inside. The inner portion of the ring is tarnished with constant wear and tear, the jewellers engraving so tiny it’s barely legible.
Closing my fingers around the cool precious metal, I head out of the bathroom in search of Giselle.
I find her in kitchen, filling up the kettle and setting it to boil.
