Snapping my hips back, I grind against Hudson’s face, the bridge of his nose grazing the thin membrane of skin between my core and my back entrance, wringing out every drop of ecstasy I can.
One of my hands reaches backwards, knocking his snapback off until I hear it drop to the ground with a dull thud, and fisting the strands, keeping him at my core.
A quick hiss of pain and Hudson is prying my hand away from his hair, tucking my fingers into a fist and restraining it against my lower back with a flick of his wrist.
Still twitching from the aftershocks wracking my body, Hudson doesn’t give me a second to recover before he’s deftly flipping me over, yanking his t-shirt up and over his head and pulling my sore thighs over his hips to straddle him like a cowgirl.
“Sit,” he orders, pupils blown wide, lips kiss bitten. “Sit on my cock, Giselle.”
Another rush of heat dances through me, my pussy greedily fluttering in agreement.
Fixing my eyes on his, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms and his underwear, pulling the material down until it pools around his ankles. Wrapping my hand around his pulsing length, fingertips grazing the thatch of neatly trimmed curls at the base of his cock, I raise myself up, positioning him at my entrance and slowly, inch by fucking inch, slide myself down until I’m sitting primly in his lap, the flesh of my arse cradled by his thick muscular thighs.
“Fuckinghell—” Hudson tips his head back, exposing the long, edible length of his throat.
Flattening my palms to his tight, toned abdomen, I lean forward, feeling the tip of him pass every nerve in my core as I latch onto his bobbing Adam’s apple, nipping slightly.
I smile into his skin when two twin sets of pressure wrap around my hips, squeezing and kneading, running down over the curve of my arse, up the length of my back and back to my waist.
As if he can’t get enough of touching me.
Capturing his lips with mine, a heady thrill runs through me when Hudson begins to move my hips, dragging me back and forth over his cock until I get the message.
Contracting my stomach muscles, I force myself to sit upright again, rising up and slamming back down without warning.
Hudson’s bottom lip drops on a grunt, a line forming between his eyebrows, but his eyes look as wild as I feel inside; unable to be contained.
Picking up speed, I find a rhythm that makes us both cry out, grinding my clit against his pelvis bone and feeling myself begin to free fall again.
I come with a whine of Hudson’s name, digging my nails into his flesh, head thrown back, my hair tickling the base of my spine.
Holding my hips steady, Hudson fucks up into me from below, thrusting once, twice, three times, before I feel him spill himself inside of me, filling me with molten heat.
Exhaling unsteadily, I let out a giggle, pitching forward to lie my cheek on Hudson’s chest. I can feel him softening inside of me, the mixture of our fluids dripping out of me to land on his upper thighs.
“Better?” he asks, smoothing a palm down the length of my spine, back up to the nape of neck where I know fine hairs will be sticking there with sweat, and then repeating the soothing motion down to the base of my spine.
“So much better,” I agree with another giggle.
It takes me a second to unstick my cheek from his warm chest, but when I do, it’s to see those pretty green eyes of his watching me.
“Why are you always watching me.”
Hudson answers without hesitation. “So, I can soak up every inch of you without ever missing a moment.”
My heart constricts; a warm heat beginning to crawl across my chest, tinging the apples of my cheeks and the bridge of my nose.
“You’re sweet, Hudson.”
“Like sugar.” He grins.
“Sometimes,” I agree. “Other times… you’re trouble.”
He buries his face in my neck, pressing a kiss to my fluttering pulse point sitting beneath my ear. “You love it.”
I don’t bother denying it. What would be the point? “That I do. My kind of trouble.”
“Yours.” Hudson swipes his tongue along my lower lip, fusing our lips together when I allow him entry. “Always, yours Gee. Always.”
