Giselle’s back bows off the bed, profanities slipping from her tongue.
“I’m going to come. Hudson. I’m going—I’m going…fuck, fuckI’m coming.”
I lap up the liquid gushing from Giselle’s core, the proof of her orgasm, coating each and every tastebud on my tongue so I don’t forget the taste of her until the next time she lets me get my hands on her tight body.
With an audible exhale, she slumps against the bed, breathing unsteady and a slight shake to her legs.
“God, Hudson.”
I don’t know if it’s the sound of my name on her lips, the sight of her in her glowy post orgasmic state or the smell of her pussyaround me, on my hands, my lips, my tongue, but I feel my balls tighten up and a zap of ecstasy paralyse my glutes.
I’m going to fucking come.
Without dropping Giselle’s hands, which are now lying limp on her lower stomach, I rut against the mattress, the tip of my cock rubbing against my stomach and the bed.
A strained groan rips past my lips, followed by the sound of Giselle’s name as my stomach muscles contract and I spill myself all over her bedsheet, my boxers and my groin.
The sound of our laboured breathing echoes off the white walls in Giselle’s bedroom, loud in her otherwise silent apartment.
“Did you just—”
I sit back on my haunches, glancing down at the mess I’ve made. “Yeah. Sorry, I—”
“Don’t be sorry.” Giselle tenses her abdomen until she’s sitting upright and peers down at the opaque ropes of cum smeared in her sheets and on my flesh. “It was hot.”
Those three words of praise settle into my skin and I’m about to open my mouth, when I watch as Giselle dips her fingertip into the cum drying on my stomach and places her finger into her mouth; tasting me as I tasted her.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” I hear myself say, transfixed by the roll of her tongue, sucking every inch of me from her finger. When she removes it with a sultry smile and apop,I grab the back of Giselle’s head, positioning her where I want her as I devour her mouth.
“You’ve started something here, Gee. Something fucking addictive and I don’t think I can stop.”
Chapter 13
Hudson
“Are you hungry?” I ask after we’ve caught our breath.
Giselle knocks back the last of the water from the glass we’ve been sharing and nods silently.
She’s been oddly quiet since we cleaned up.
“Come on.” I tap her hand resting on my chest. “I’ll whip us something up to eat.”
Sliding out of bed, I hiss through my teeth at the rush of cold air kissing my body. It’s practically teeth chattering.
“It’s fucking freezing out here,” I say through gritted teeth, tucking my hands under my arms. I glance back over my shoulder to find Giselle still lounging about in her bed, hair spread out over the indented pillow I’d been lying on only second ago. I notice the large t-shirt she slipped back over her head after the heat of her orgasm had cooled down on her skin, has fallen down past her shoulder, leaving her collarbone exposed.
I have the ridiculous urge to turn back around, plant my hands on either side of her tight body and kiss her fucking senseless again.
But I don’t.
There’s a distinct bubble of space between us now, something wedged in the middle, and I don’t know how to go about broaching the space, let alone breaking it apart.
No matter how much I want to. No matter how much my semi hard cock is protesting, growing thick against my thigh at the idea of round two.
“It costs too much money to put the heating on,” she replies softly.
I don’t say anything back to her, I can’t. I’ve never had to worry about how much it costs to run the heating. Even now that I live alone, I know if I ever needed help paying the bills my parents would both be offering up a comfortable lump sum.
