Setting my cup of still-too-hot chamomile tea down, I wrap both of my arms around his bare waist, tilting my head up to capture Hudson’s lips with mine. He tastes like strawberries, probably from the flavoured protein shake he’d been drinking, addictive enough to cause a sugar high.
The whimper building in the base of my throat escapes as Hudson grabs a handful of my arse beneath the curtails of his shirt, pressing his erection into my lower stomach.
I don’t know how long we make out for in the kitchen, our mouths moving against each other leisurely, without another care in the world.
My core flutters greedily, slick coating my inner thighs, but I’m slightly sore from how thick Hudson’s fingers were inside of me last night on the sofa, so I’m not sure I’m ready to go again just yet.
Instead, I drag my lips away from Hudson’s, ignoring his protesting groan, and trail a series of kisses along his stubbled jawline, down the column of his neck, across his newly inked tattoo, now perfectly healed, covering his warm skin.
I hum as I go, peppering kisses across his shoulders, his pecs, each pocket of his six pack which tenses under my attention.
“You gonna suck my cock?”
I nod, lowering to my knees, licking around his tummy button. “Mhm.”
“That’s a good girl, Giselle.”
His praise coats my skin, turning me on even further. I wasn’t aware I had a praise kink, but here we are.
The hardwood flooring of Hudson’s kitchen digs into my kneecaps, but I push the uncomfortable sensation out of mymind, focusing every inch of my attention on making Hudson fall to his knees.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I peel the material away from his body slowing, taking my time, making a show, until they pool at his feet, leaving him bare.
I knew he was bigger than average. I’d seen the large bulge of his cock pressed up against the material of his boxer shorts after eating me out all those weeks ago.
But seeing him in front of me sends a shiver down my spine.
Hudson’s right.
We’re going to need to do some more prep work before I’m able to take him.
“Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to put it in your mouth?”
The taunting tone of Hudson’s words has me peering through my lashes at him, eyes narrowing. He looks every inch of the arrogant dickhead I thought him to be the very first day we met – leaning back against the kitchen counter, hands keeping him upright, a smirk dancing about his soft lips.
But I know now that it’s all just for show; a way of protecting himself from getting hurt, from showing his cards too early.
The real Hudson Millen is kind and funny, attentive and has a heart of gold.
And he’s mine.
All mine to play with.
“I’ll bite it off if you’re not fucking careful,” I retort back, flipping all of my hair to one shoulder.
Hudson’s nose scrunches up. “I’d like to see you try.”
Mustering up every dollop of courage running through my veins, I reach forward, gliding the pad of my thumb over the pearlescent drop of pre-cum beading on the tip of Hudson’s cock.
“I might be a little out of practise,” I admit, sliding my hand down to the base of his cock. He’s so thick my thumb and forefinger don’t quite meet. It’s been so long since I gave a blowjob – years – and I don’t want to fuck it up.
I want to make it as good for Hudson as he makes made me feel.
“Christ.” Hudson’s hips buck into my hand, his head tipping back to expose the long length of his neck and the thick bob of his Adam’s apple. “If I think about being the first you’ve put your mouth on, I’m gonna…”
He inhales raggedly, before rightening himself to look down at me. “Whatever you do is going to feel good, Gee. Just look what you fucking do to me.”
With that thought running through my mind, I press forward, licking a long stripe along the vein pulsing on the underside of Hudson’s cock.
