“Going to have to stretch you out… Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll fit, Gee.”
My eyes rolled so far back into my head at his dirty words, I feared they’d stay there.
Pulling his pinkie finger away, Hudson doubled down on my bud, wrapping his lips around me and sucking.Hard.
The climax that had been building in my core, my lower back, my stomach, ripped me apart violently, a squeal of Hudson’s name hot on my tongue, imprinting itself there.
My eyes threatened to close as I gushed between my thighs, but I forced them open, watching Hudson trace the tip of his tongue around my folds.
If I had closed my eyes, I would have missed the subtle pump of his hips against my mattress.
It was impossible to mistake the groan as Hudson spilled himself, my name echoing off the walls of my bedroom...
Reaching my fingers forward just an inch, I drag open the drawer beside my bed, rummaging around for my trusty black bullet vibrator. I dig my thumb into the discreet on/off button, feeling the sex toy begin to vibrate in my hand, and then notch up the intensity to level two.
I spread my legs wide, too frantic with desire and a rush of hormones to even think about teasing myself first. Instead, Ipress the vibrator to the hood of my clit, feeling my eyes roll into the back of my head, my back bowing away from the mattress, a shout leaving my lips.
It takes hardly any time at all for me to feel the familiar fluttering in my core, warning me my second orgasm of the morning, isn’t far off.
All I can think about is reaching that peak.
My mind won’t stop replaying still images of Hudson; the way he felt beneath my cheek as we laid together this morning, the possessive way he gripped my body, the sight of him taking up space in my tiny kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers, my fluffy pink robe and his shock of dark chocolate hair…
My thoughts spiral even further as my body tightens – Hudson’s low voice, as dark and as sinful as molasses, urging me on to admit how attracted I am to him.
“Come on, Giselle. Let me hear you…”
He’d towered above me as I admitted my attraction to him, only further fuelling the endorphins running wild through my veins.
I break apart with a whine, not even attempting to bite back Hudson’s name. On my empty bed, the sheets still smelling of him, I writhe in ecstasy, pressing the vibrator into my sodden folds until I physically can’t take it anymore.
Panting I roll over onto my stomach, my muscles like jelly. I really need to jump in the shower and start getting ready for work, but I’m drowsy with the rush of endorphins and it’s so bloody cold outside of my bed…
On autopilot, I grab my phone, pulling up an oddly addictive social media app and thumbing through the short video clips.
Before I know it, half an hour has passed and I’m going to be severely late for my first set of classes if I don’t get my arse up and out of bed right this second.
Throwing myself in and out of the shower within a few minutes – extremely careful not to get my new tattoos soaking wet – I dress myself in the first matching set of active wear I can find and slip my feet in a pair of trainers. Quickly tossing my trusty black heels into my gym bag for the only dance class I’m teaching today, I button up my coat, loop my thick, woollen scarf around my neck and set off.
I make it through my first, and only dance class of the day, without the urge to check my phone for a message from Hudson. The girls in my studio keep me busy and plus, it’s his birthday, and he’s celebrating it with his family, of course I can’t expect to hear from him only a few hours after he left my apartment. But there is a little part of me that’s on edge wondering what time he’s going to call so we can have an important chat.
If this is to go any further, I know I need to tell him about my choice to be celibate.
It’s not that I’m ashamed, quite the contrary, in fact my choice to be celibate has done nothing but empower me and help improve my self-worth and self-reflection. Especially when it comes to relationships.
But if Hudson and I are to explore this connection bursting like a livewire between the two of us, then I need him to know what he’s getting himself in for. I need him to know that I don’t sleep with men on the first date, or the second…
In the past couple of years since I’ve been on the dating scene, that’s been the kicker.
The men I’d gone on dates with in the past, didn’t want to wait to sleep with me. None of them understood my reasoning for choosing to be celibate, either meeting my eyes with a blank stare or a furrow to their brow and an unpleasant twist to their lips.
After combing through my notifications, none of which are from Hudson, I throw my phone back in to the depths of mygym bag. I take a swig of water from my bottle and I’m about to lock up my dance studio and start preparing for my back-to-back meditation classes, when the door bursts open.
“You left me hanging last night and now you’re not even going to come find me to spill the details?” Rosie stands in the doorway, brows raised, hip popped in a questioning stance.
“Um—”
“You’ve got an hour until your next set of classes. I double checked the rota. So that’s plenty of time for you to spill every last juicy drop of whatever the hell happened last night, and I meaneverylast juicy drop, Gee. I’m fucking dying over here.”
