It’s not often I wish I knew what someone was thinking, usually I’d just ask them outright. But I get the feeling if I asked Giselle now, it would scare her off, so no matter how much I wanted to ask, I stay quiet.
I watch, with intrigue, through half-lidded eyes of my own, holding my breath as Giselle lowers her face closer and closer to mine until we’re only a hairsbreadth apart.
“Why should I kiss you, Hudson?”
“Because I want you.”
“Is that the only reason?”
A smirk crawls across my face. “Because I’m the birthday boy?”
“Hm. Well, I suppose it would be wrong of me to disappoint the birthday boy, wouldn’t it?”
“Very wrong,” I agree. “Very—”
Giselle’s lips touch mine before I can finish the rest of my sentence.
I let her steal a single sweet, closed mouth kiss and then, once she’s had her fill, I’m on her like an animal.
My hands come up beneath the thick bedsheets to cup her arse, kneading the flesh there and coaxing a small whimper from Giselle as I slant my nose against hers and devour the shit out of her. My tongue traces the seam of her soft lips, asking for entry and then our tongues are sliding together, my cock perking up and my eyes are closing because I want to focus on nothing but the feel of Giselle around me, beneath me, on top of me—
Giselle pulls away an inch, but only to heave a breath before her lips crash onto mine more forcefully than they had before.
Gripping her hips, I pull her up and over my waist, legs bracketing either side of my body. Sitting astride me, the hem of Giselle’s oversized t-shirt rides up, helped along the way with the tips of my fingers, until I can see the thick creases where the flesh of the thigh and her hip meet. I want to sink my teeth in that exact spot, leave twin bruises and teeth marks on either side of her tight body.
I chase Giselle’s lips, ignoring the pinpricks of pain building on the side of my freshly tattooed neck, the tape Charlie applied pulling tight at my sensitive flesh, as she tries to pull away. I nibble at her plush bottom lip, eliciting a pretty whimper I want to fucking swallow whole.
My cock strains against the material of my boxers, my balls aching. Pressing the ball of my thumbs into those deliciously feminine curves of Giselle’s hips, I buck upwards, feeling thewarm, damp heat of her cloth covered pussy rub against my erection.
“Does that feel good?” I grit out, fighting the urge to throw my head back and rut into Giselle. To pull her body up and over mine again and again and again…
Cracking open my eyes, I catch Giselle raise her hands to her cheeks, covering the pink blush staining her skin. She’s trying to hide from me, but her body betrays how much she likes the feel of my beneath her, even if she won’t say the words.
Skimming my hands up her torso and along the creased, thin material of her navy shirt, I fill my palms with her breasts, feeling the way the bud of her nipple presses into my flesh.
Fucking hell…
I give her sensitive tits a quick squeeze, relishing in the whine I can hear building in her throat, before moving away to wrap my fingers around her wrists and pull her hands away from her face.
“Don’t hide from me, Giselle.”
Her hips stutter against mine, eyes blown wide as she peers down at me.
“Tell me if I’m making you feel good.”
Nodding jerkily, Giselle pitches forward, blunt nails digging into my biceps, to steal another kiss from my lips.
“So good, Hudson,” she murmurs against my stubble, trailing wet kisses along my jawline, across the sensitive spot behind my ear. “You feel so fucking good between my legs.”
Pride surges through me as my fingertips fall to the hem of Giselle’s shirt.
“Tell me I can take this off,” I hear myself plead.
Sitting back on her haunches, Giselle nods, her hands joining mine to help pull her shirt up and over her head. Flashbacks of yesterday in Charlie’s tattoo parlour, Giselle in the chair and me beside her, dance through my mind. I’d helped remove her tight little black shirt last night too, unable to help myself butparticipate in the show she was putting on which made my heart race and my cock perk up in interest, but this time Giselle is completely bare beneath the cover of her shirt.
It lands somewhere off to the side of the bed, but I don’t fucking care. Not when I’ve finally got my hands on Giselle’s naked body.
I catch her lips to kiss her like a man starved, sucking on the tip of her tongue hungrily while my hands roam every inch of her naked body, careful to avoid the square of plastic film taped to the space between her pert tits, protecting her fresh ink.
