Wrapping both hands around my left thigh, Hudson digs his thumbs into my tight muscle, the slippery oil allowing him to glide upwards, downwards and then towards my bunched up inner thigh, with ease.
It takes a few passes of his skilled hands to get me to relax fully, my body drawn up and tight, anticipating a zap of pain.
But before long I’m putty in Hudson’s hands, plaint, allowing him to move me however he wants.
“Better than the foam roller?”
“Sooo much better,” I sigh, curling and flexing my toes to test the tightness of my hamstrings.
Hudson leans forward, putting his weight into his palms as he comes into contact with a deep knot embedded in my tissue. “You should have just waited before you started without me.”
“I’m pretty sure—shit—”
“—Sorry—”
“—you said those exact words to me last week.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to come home and find you jilling yourself in the shower without me.”
Even with my back to him, I can hear the pout in his tone.
“Too horny,” I mumble, head in the clouds with the release of relaxing endorphins, making it difficult to keep track of my thoughts, let a known form complete sentences. “Couldn’t wait.”
“What about now?” Hudson’s thumbs move higher than the crease of my thigh, massaging the flesh of my arse cheek. “If I touched you now, would you drip all over my fingers?”
“F-find out for yourself.”
Those skilled fingers of Hudson’s don’t pause, continuing to massage my flesh, until I’m second guessing whether he even heard my taunt or not.
But before I can open my mouth, I feel the pad of his thumb graze over my puckered arsehole, once, twice, lingering there until I get the message and then gliding down, down, down, until he reaches my soaked entrance.
Hudson slides two fingers into me easily, greedily pressing upwards against the spongy spot that makes me lose all control. I spasm around his hand, curling my toes, pressure slowly beginning to build.
“Hips up, Giselle.”
Legs like jelly, I just about manage to balance my weight evenly across my knees, burying my head back into the crook of my elbow.
Slipping his fingers from me with a wet squelch, Hudson prises me apart with his thumbs, flattening his tongue and licking a long strip up me from my clit to my sodden entrance. He moans his approval, fingers digging into my flesh, keeping me steady, as he shoves his face further into my core.
“Ugh.”
The low chuckle that escapes Hudson’s lips vibrates against my clit, sending a jolt of ecstasy through my body.
I ball my hands into fists, nails piercing the foam material of my yoga mat, feeling the pressure in my womb start to tighten.
“H-Hudson, I’m—”
Pressing his knees to the inside of mine, he forces my stance to widen, tilting my pelvis up even further and redoubles his efforts of eating me out.
“You taste so fucking good, Gee,” Hudson praises, sucking one of my lips into his mouth. “Could spend all day between your thighs.”
It’s a sensory overload; the slurping sound of Hudson’s mouth going to town on me, his own pleasured groans at the taste of me, the feeling of his four-day beard rubbing up against the soft flesh of my inner thighs.
“I’m—mhm—close. Don’t fucking s-stop.”
“Wouldn’t dare,” Hudson groans into my overstimulated flesh, sealing his lips over my clit and suckinghard.
I’m breaking apart at the seams, my orgasm ripping through me without mercy. One minute I can feel my core tightening; the next I’m free falling from the edge.
