“Full. I feel so full.”
He hummed, dropping his eyes to watch his fingers disappear inside her, desperate for it to be his dick instead. He’d had her just that morning, but it felt like it’d been a lifetime since he’d felt her walls surrounding him, had her heat engulfing him. With all the time they’d missed, even a minute without her felt like a lifetime.
“Just imagine what it’ll be like when it’s my cock inside you instead.”
Her pussy started fluttering around his fingers, and he brought his tongue back to her, flicking it against her clit in the way she loved—the way that hadn’t failed him yet.
And it didn’t start tonight.
She came on a sobbed breath, her back arching off the bed, her short nails digging into his shoulders as her walls clenched around him, her clit throbbing on his tongue.
He licked up everything she gave him, sucked her soft pussy lips into his mouth, and brushed his beard against her clit as her body twitched under him.
He wanted to spend all night down there, wanted to get lost in the taste of her, in the scent of her and the feel of her. But more than that, he wanted to settle himself deep inside her. Be as close to her as two people could be.
“Hud,” she whispered, her voice urgent with need. Good, it wasn’t just him feeling this crazy pull. This near-constant need to be surrounded by her. To beownedby her.
“Take off your shirt.” His voice was pure gravel, all low and rough, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Not when he was so lost in desire he could barely see straight. Not when his cock was hard enough to pound nails.
She complied without hesitation, her back arching as she yanked off the offending piece of clothing. She reached to do the same for her panties, but he stilled her with a hand.
“Leave them. I’m gonna fuck you just like this.” He glanced down at her pussy, peeking out at him from her closed legs, and his mouth actually watered to get another taste.
He hesitated only a moment, briefly contemplating if it’d really be so bad if he dove back in and made her come against his mouth again. But the throbbing of his cock forced him to shift plans, and he shucked his boxer briefs before grabbing a condom from her nightstand—ones he’d stashed there while she was in the shower—and rolling it down his length.
He settled her ass between his spread thighs, lifting up on his knees to slide his cockhead through all her wetness. “Jesus, Kenna, you’re soaked.”
They both groaned as his erection slipped between her pussy lips and bumped her clit.
“You liked having my mouth on you, huh?”
“Your—” She broke off as he settled his cock against her, pumping his hips to slide it through her slit, her closed thighs providing a perfect, snug fit. “I loved your beard against me. Rubbing over my clit.”
Hudson’s eyebrows shot up, not having expected that. Both her detailed description and the fact that his facial hair had such an effect on her. And he’d never been more thankful for growing it out while on leave than he was in that moment.
“Then I’m gonna rub my beard all over your pussy every chance I get.”
She breathed out a laugh that seemed to freeze in her throat when Hudson placed his cock at her entrance and slowly sank inside her. Inch by inch, he pushed into her slick, tight fist, made all the more so by her positioning.
“Fuck me, you’re tight like this,” he said through gritted teeth. He spread his knees wider for balance and gripped the backs of her thighs for purchase as he fitted himself into the most perfect heaven he’d ever known.
“Hud.” Her feet twitched against where they sat propped on his chest, and she dug her nails into his spread thighs. “Hud…”
It seemed to be all she could manage, but she breathed a thousand different meanings into the single syllable.Moreandfuck yesanddon’t stopandoh God please.
When he finally fit his cock all the way inside her, his balls resting against her ass, he looked down and stared at where they were joined. Groaning over the sight before him, her pussy flushed deep pink and glistening, stretching so perfectly around his thickness.
Every part of her fit him so perfectly.
It was something he’d known at sixteen, and that fact hadn’t abandoned him a single day since then.
He and Kenna fit, their bodies entwined and moving together as if they spoke the same language—one no one else understood. It wasn’t just her body—though that was something he’d get down on his knees and thank every deity in the world for—but her mind, too. Her spirit.
She fit him, and he fit her. And together, they were magic.
“Oh God,” Kenna breathed as he began moving, pulling back an inch before sinking even deeper inside.
Back and forth, he pumped into her, keeping pressure on her clit however he could manage. When he hit a particularly good spot inside her, she gasped, tossing her head back on the pillow as she cupped her breasts, her thumbs and forefingers plucking her nipples. Jesusfuck,the things this girl did to him.
