Chapter Twenty-Two
Hudson had no realdesire to deny her, though he knew it was the smarter choice. After all, he’d missed her enough to be careless about locking the door to his office on Monday. It wasn't Reagan’s fault he was an idiot, and he didn't want to punish her. He wanted to spend the rest of the weekend with her, wrapped around and inside her. He watched as her dark eyes swam with uncertainty; he made his move before she could pull away.
He wanted the first time in his house to be slow, gentle, and sweet. He doubted very much that he had the strength to give that to her, but he figured she deserved the effort it would take him. So instead of grabbing her, he held his palm to her cheek and leaned down to kiss her. The slow meeting of the lips, her hitched breath and the way her skin felt under his hand were the only things he focused on. Not the raging need that flickered to life as soon as he saw her delicious body on the other side of his door. Not the straining of her nipples under her loose-knit sweater. Not on the thunder of her heart as he placed his other palm on her chest. Hudson plied her mouth with his in a skillful way, doing his best to convey what he wanted in return; simple pleasure.
When his tongue slipped past her lips she moaned, and it spurred him into action. He shifted, kissing her cheek and then her forehead as he held his hand out to her. Reagan trusted him implicitly, one of the many things he liked so much about her. She slid her hand into his and followed him to his bedroom. It, too, was white, with a deep gray comforter pulled back invitingly from the head of the bed. He sat on the edge, pulling her to stand between his legs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he drew up the hem of her sweater. Her quick flash of a smile told him he was heading in the right direction.
Her bra was electric blue and showcased her pale breasts. He couldn't help but touch them, running his finger around the top curve of each and finding her tightened nipples to roll between his thumb and forefinger. If the way she closed her eyes and threw her head back was any indication, he was doing it right. She anchored herself to him by holding on to his shoulders, her fingers flexing and gripping the louder her cries became. When he sucked her flesh into his mouth, her hands slipped into his hair and pulled. The slight pain centered him, urged him on, which in turn ratcheted up his lust. He worked her bra clasp free to expose her to him fully, using his tongue on her as he shifted his prime focus to the rest of her clothes. Reagan kicked out of her shoes and helped him yank off her jeans, feeling the flush cover her body as she stood bare before him.
She looked right at him, at his hooded eyes and his full lips, at the beard she'd dreamed about having on her skin once more. Unashamed of her nakedness—due mostly to the hungry way he gazed at her—she leaned forward to kiss him again. She wanted him nude, wanted to see all of him in the way she hadn't in too long. She felt the anticipation of utilizing the bed with Hudson as a clenching in her pussy. Sheneededto be touched.
Hudson broke the kiss to pull his shirt off. “I want you, Reagan.” He unfastened his pants and guided her hand to his crotch. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
Reagan stroked her hand over the constriction of his slacks and felt his trapped cock. “Let me take care of that.”
He smiled at her, shifting to stand and take off the rest of his clothes. “I’mgoing to take care ofyou, Reagan.”
His height compared to hers always had a way of making her feel like she was tiny and fragile. He’d never treated her that way, but she felt a tremble begin in her bones as he stared heatedly at her nakedness. “I need you to touch me,” she whispered.
“Here,” he responded, indicating the bed.
Reagan did her best to climb gracefully onto the bed, but she knew it didn't matter in the end. Hudson joined her, and her mouth watered at the sight of him in need. She blinked as he loomed over her and kissed her again. She figured she could kiss him forever if given the chance, but she had other matters that were more pressing at the moment. He touched her, starting at her belly and roaming down over her hip to her thigh. She couldn't think about anything but him and the way he engulfed her senses as he worked her mouth with his. The minutes stretched out before them as his fingers stroked over her thigh in a tantalizing rhythm while she found his tongue with her own. She sighed into his mouth, the sound morphing into a gasp as he finally touched her exactly where she needed him the most. Her legs fell open and he cupped her fully before sliding a finger through her wetness. Her back arched of its own accord and Hudson shifted his attention to her tits. He loved them, the size of them, the responsiveness he pulled out of her as he flicked his tongue in time with his thumb on her clit.
She cried out when he gave all of his attention to her pleasure. Reagan was on fire, her body responding to Hudson’s touch the way it had each time they’d come together; with a fierceness that stole her breath. Her orgasm came quickly, crashing over her in wave after wave that had her legs shifting and her entire body straining toward his.
“I need to be filled by you, Hudson,” she managed to force out in a strangled voice.
“Ah, god, Reagan.” His forehead thumped to hers. “I want that, too.”
As if to prove to him what she needed, Reagan reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. Finding it already weeping for her, she caressed the tip before bringing her thumb to her mouth.
Hudson’s eyes darkened as he watched her tongue flick out to taste him. “Fuck.”
“Yes, please.”
His grin was fast and sincere. He moved, bracing on both of his hands as he settled between her legs. Once again he lowered his head to kiss her, thrilled as she framed his face in her hands. She knew how to be tender, how to show her emotions with her actions. He teased her, thrusting forward so that his cock slid along her wetness without giving her the satisfaction of entering her.
“Oh, please, don’t tease,” she moaned against his lips before her head tilted back.
He took the chance to run his tongue along her throat before he realigned and pushed slowly inside her. His height kept him from meeting her mouth with his anymore, a loss he was surprised to feel so keenly. It didn't bother him for long as she hooked her ankles together around his waist and urged him to move faster.
Reagan felt the way her body responded so readily to his, her inner muscles squeezing his cock and pulling him in. With every thrust she gasped, thinking it had never been like that before. When Hudson pushed up to his knees, holding her hips and picking up his pace, she clutched at the sheets around her in a desperate need to hold on to something. Her eyelids were languorously heavy, but she forced them open to watch the passion on Hudson’s face. His brow was furrowed, his mouth slightly open as his breathing accelerated. The muscles in his arms strained as he pushed and pulled on her hips to match his pace. When he opened his eyes to watch her, she found a secret kind of pleasure in the way his gaze devoured her bouncing boobs. She saw the change as he neared his release, as the veins in his neck bulged and his grip on her tightened. Instinct had her touching herself, finding her clit and rubbing it rapidly.
“Come inside me, Hudson. Fill me up.”
“Yes, Reagan, for god’s sake, yes.”
His groans turned to grunts as she massaged her pussy until she came. He was barely holding on by a thin thread, and he let that control go as her muscles clamped down on his cock. She gave a short scream, losing her breath as he pushed in as far as he could, stilling and letting out a stream of curses as he pressed hard against her.
She welcomed his weight as he lowered himself to kiss her. She held on for all she was worth as he devoured her lips, as he peppered her face with kisses. He moved off her finally, flopping to her side and reaching out to touch her. She rolled and snuggled against his side.
“I feel like that should have been our first time,” he said quietly, facing her and kissing her forehead.
“Mmm.” She didn't know what to say to that. Her brain was still mush.
His fingers tangled with hers and he hiked a leg over her waist. “I missed you.”
