I’m not about to refuse her. I play with her clit with my tongue. Using my finger, I slide it inside her center slowly. I’m working her into a rhythm that she seems to like. She’s writhing and saying some pretty filthy things for Willa.
“Deeper, Hudson. More.” Her hand slides into my hair again, and I feel her tug of my hair. “Fuck me, Hudson. I need you to fuck me.”
I’m off the bed with my pants and boxer-briefs off in seconds. Reaching into the nightstand, I grab several condoms. Tossing the spares onto the bed, I rip one open with my teeth, then sheath my aching cock quickly. Grasping myself, I look at Willa. Her eyes are trained on what I’m doing to myself. “No going back, Willa.”
“No.”
I place a knee on the bed as she widens her legs, making room for me. Once there, I feel her limbs wrap around my hips, and the sensation of that move makes my flesh tingle. I kiss her softly as I place myself at her entrance. “I’ve dreamt about this moment.” Pressing in, I squeeze my eyes shut. She’s so fucking tight that I hope we can do this. As slowly as possible, I push in until I’m fully inside. “You feel like heaven.” And that’s no lie.
I kiss her again, deeper than the time before. But I haven’t moved yet. I guess I’m waiting on her. I want her to tell me.
“Hudson?”
“Yeah?” Please, tell me to move.
“Are you, uh, going to do anything?”
I chuckle at the way she said that. “What do you want me to do, honey?” I’m playing along here.
“Move. In and out.”
And that does it. I laugh and so does she. Thank fuck. Once I’ve stopped, I pull almost all the way out and press back in. “Like this?”
Her sigh is sweet. “Yeah. But maybe faster.”
I repeat my last move faster.
“Better?”
“And harder.”
“You want me to fuck you, Willa?”
“Yes. Definitely. Fuck me, Hudson.”
Oh, Jesus. I knew Willa Clariday was the one. I really, truly did.
When I did everything she asked for, she gifted me with the most beautifully, sexy orgasm I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back as she said, “Hudson. Yes!”
The rhythmic pulsing of her walls squeezed me so tight it made me lightheaded. That’s all it took for me to empty myself inside her. No one has ever felt as good as Willa. Nobody.
After discarding the condom in the bathroom, I slide back into bed and pull Willa close until we’re spooning again. Kissing her neck, I can tell she’s already out for the count. I take that opportunity to whisper in her ear. “You’re mine, now, Willa. I hope you’re ready for that.”
I fall asleep almost immediately, which isn’t common for me. Usually, I spend an hour or two thinking about all the shit I need to do the following day. Sometimes, I even get up and write up a list or I’ll check email that will end up taking me an hour or more. Not tonight though. As a matter of fact, I haven’t checked on anything work related since I left the ball game. I suppose I should, but it’ll wait. This is where I want to be.
The smell of coffee wakes me the next morning. I smile, remembering Willa is here. I’m out of bed and in the kitchen in no time. She’s there, standing at the counter sipping out of a mug. My favorite mug. A present from my sister. It’s white with black letters that read simply: Being My Brother Is Really The Only Gift You Need. I smile every time I see it because she’s right, except now I have another gift, and she’s looking at me over the mug as I step into the kitchen. “Morning.” I give her a quick kiss. Damn. This is fun. Seeing her in my kitchen wearing only an oversized T-shirt makes me hard because I remember what lies beneath.
Not sure how to gauge where Willa is after last night, I decide to play it cool. “You been up long?”
“Long enough to make the coffee and pour myself a cup.” She adds, “You’ve got three different coffee creamers in your fridge.”
So far so good. Things feel normal.
I shrug, pouring myself a cup in a plain blue mug. “What can I say? I love sweet things.” I wink at her. Before I drink, I lean in to her, waiting for her to do the same. She does. We kiss, but it doesn’t last long, sadly. After pouring in my favorite creamer, chocolate hazelnut, I lean my back against the counter. “What should we do today?”
“I need to send out some more resumes.”
