Instantly, a series of vibrations peppered every inch of me. He jerked my bottom to the edge with enough force I threw my hands behind me. With my legs dangling off the machine, he moved between them. “What are you doing?” Now a wave of embarrassment washed over me. I’d never done anything this sinful in my life.
Well, except for sharing what I’d thought had been a one-night stand with a hot judge.
“Whatever I want.” He spread my legs wide, wrapping his long fingers around my inner thighs and holding me in position.
Gasping, I tossed my head back, staring up at the ceiling as the sweet revelation of what he was about to do was even more electrifying. His hot breath pounded against my pussy until my muscles constricted. Alongside the vibrations from the machine and the deep pulse between my legs, I was tossed into a moment of sweet rapture.
The moment his tongue flicked back and forth across my clit, I almost lost it. The sensations became a wild storm of emotions and crazed need. I couldn’t believe with a single stroke of his tongue I was lost once again.
He was an expert at what he did and the way he sucked on my tender nub was enough a climax began to tickle my toes. His actions became rougher, hungrier. Every sound he made was guttural, savage, and powerful. I couldn’t stop panting, twisting on the machine as the cycle shifted to the spin mode.
Holy shit, the vibrations were crazy, so incredible I laughed like a little girl riding a merry-go-round for the first time.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with sensuality.
“What’s not to like?” My voice was breathless, but my body was charged to the max from jolts of current.
He dragged his tongue all the way down my swollen folds, finally driving his tongue inside. The combination was insane. With a shift of one hand, he rolled his thumb around my clit keeping it super sensitive. Then several fingers of his other hand found mytight channel, pumping inside. At first with slow and languishing motions, but that was short lived.
Spreading my legs even wider, I bent my knees with my toes curling. Holy fuck, I was going to lose it soon.
I finally did nothing but close my eyes, enjoying the moment while his mouth and tongue devoured me. I’d never had a man feast on me with such vigorous need, such delicious expertise. He was certainly enthusiastic, the sounds continuing and he added a fourth finger, spreading them wide open.
My muscles were stretched even more than they’d been when his cock was buried deep inside. I realized I was rocking against his hand in a strange symphony with the spin cycle. It was crazy and wonderful and the moment he placed his open mouth on my pussy lips, an orgasm caught me by surprise.
“Oh. My. God.” The sound was barely audible, nothing more than a strangled whisper. I was wet and hot all over, lolling my head because it was simply too heavy to hold up.
He refused to stop, licking me furiously, taking every drop of sweet cream. I planted one hand against my mouth, tingling to the point I could no longer feel my legs.
“So sweet,” he mumbled before returning to my clit, sucking until I was lightheaded. Was he reading my mind? Did he have any understanding of what he was doing to me?
I bucked hard against his hand, lifting my hips off the machine. His fingers were magic, his tongue an uncontrollable piston.
This was what sheer ecstasy felt like. He was obviously famished, refusing to let me go. He managed to wrap his muscular arms around my thighs, holding me in place while still able to driveseveral fingers deep inside. All I could think about was how ambidextrous he was. My mind was obviously fractured, but I didn’t care.
I’d been stalked and threatened by four goons who’d acted as if I was going to be their next snack before target practice and I’d never felt so damn good in my life. That meant I was obviously losing my mind.
Another even more powerful orgasm swept through me with white-hot searing heat.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” The single syllable was the only one I could utter. Sheer indulgent pleasure was exhausting and as my voice began to fade, I raked my fingers through my hair.
There was no way of telling how long he continued licking me, but I had my head all the way back, my tousled hair falling behind the washing machine. In my beautiful haze and fogginess, I was certain I noticed strange pictures on the ceiling. Yep. I was soaked in the realm of insanity.
How perfect.
Even if I wanted to bask in the spoils of passion’s aftermath, Hudson wasn’t going to allow it. He rose to his full height, licking his lips in appreciative exaggeration. He was tall, so tall that he had no issue rolling onto the balls of his feet and driving the entire length of his cock inside.
Deep inside.
So deep that my breath was stolen. His shaft throbbed, pulsing in a way that ignited another roaring fire.
“Fuck. Oh, God.” The stark words slipped from my mouth and I arched my back, pushing up from the machine. The rattle as the spin went wild made me laugh.
He laughed with me, but the sound was much darker, sinfully dangerous. When he yanked me into a sitting position, I kept my back arched, staring into his eyes as he peered down at me. He had eyes the perfect shade of moss deep in a forest just after the kiss of rainfall. Mesmerizing, they were also haunting, a reminder that we all shared a taste of the darkness within us.
Soulless wonderment about why and how things happened. How madness occurred.
I’d never felt as close to anyone as I did in this moment. For right or wrong, the attachment to some pillar of reality was exactly what I needed.
