Once she’s finished twitching with aftershocks, I press two twin kisses to her quivering inner thighs, the curve of her arse, and the matching dimples on either side of her spine.
“You’re entirely too good at that,” she huffs, folding the upper half of her body down until she can lay her cheek on the sofa.
I hum nonchalantly, licking the taste of her off my upper lip while an idea forms in my head.
“Wait right there, Gee. Don’t move, I’ll only be a second.”
I swear she mutters, “I couldn’t even if I wanted too. My legs are like jelly,” only serving to inflate my ego – and my cock – even further, urging me to find what I’m looking for and return to Giselle’s side as quick as humanly possible.
Ripping open the drawer of my bedside cabinet, I pull out a bottle of lube, hightailing it back to the living room.
Giselle is still in the same position I left her in, eyes closed, upper teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
“Flip over.”
Peeling one lid open, and then the other, Giselle flips onto her back just as I asked, staring at me through heavy, pleasure sated, eyes.
“What—”
“Do you trust me?”
She doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes. I trust you, Hudson. But what—”
I skim my finger down the slope of her nose; simply because I need to touch her. I need to feel her, alive and wanting, beneath my fingertips. “Will you let me touch you?”
“Let you touch me?” She giggles. “I think we’re a little past that, don’t you think?”
“I mean, will you let me prep you?” I raise the bottle of lubricant so she can see it. “I don’t want to hurt you, Giselle, so I need you to work with me here…”
Propping herself onto her forearms, Giselle flicks her sight between me and the plastic in my hand, eyes narrowed.
“Have you used that bottle of lube with anyone before me?”
I shake my head, pressing it closer to her so she can see the hygienic seal wrapped around the lid is still intact.
“Good,” she repeats my words back to me, passing the lube back into my palm, our fingers tangling with each other as she does.
Gently circling her wrist, I position her hand to stand flat against mine, the contrast between our bodies never more prominent. Where her skin is soft and supple, mine is hard and bulky. Where her body is all lean lines and toned flesh, mine is corded muscle and sharp lines. Where her fingers are slim, tipped with short, but neat, nails, mine are thick and long, my nails clipped right back.
“You see?” I fold my fingertips over Giselle’s. “I’m so much bigger than you.”
“I like that you’re bigger than me,” she all but whispers, lashes shuttering.
“Mm, so you’ve got a size kink.” I hum, trying to make light out of a delicate conversation. I’m a bit afraid that no matter how much prep work we do, it’s still going to be painful for Giselle when we finally do have sex.
“More like a ‘Hudson Millen kink’.”
I tip my head forward, laughing as I lay my lips on hers.
“I like the sound of that...”
Too caught up in twisting my tongue with Giselle’s, I miss the way her deft fingers pluck the bottle of lube from my hand. It’s only when she pulls her lips from mine, replacing me with the plastic easy squeezy tube so she can use her teeth to rip away the hygiene wrapper, do I realise Giselle’s letting me know how comfortable she feels, how much she trusts me, and what exactly she wants to happen next.
She spits the now broken wrapper onto the floor, flipping open the lid with her thumbnail and grabbing at my hand,pouring a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, strings of it dripping down to kiss my palm.
“Put your fingers inside me, Hudson,” she directs, her pupils blowing large. “I want to feel you inside of me. It’s all I can fucking think about. I don’t care if it stings. I want to feel you.”
There are so many things I want to say to her, but I don’t know how to say them. The words, the emotions, feel like they’re just getting stuck in the base of my throat, so instead I cup the back of Giselle’s head and kiss her softly, slowly, a whispered “thank you for trusting me” dying on my lips.
