“Remember,” his breath was hot against my ear, “not a sound.”
I nodded, pretty sure my ability to make sentences was malfunctioning.
When he pushed inside me, the sensation was so overwhelming I nearly cried out. His hand clamped over my mouth just in time, muffling the betraying sound.
“I knew you couldn’t do it,” he murmured, sounding amused and aroused in equal measure. “My hand stays here until we’re done. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded against his palm, too far gone to care about losing our little game. His other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me steady as he established a rhythm that made my knees threaten to buckle.
His mouth grazed my neck, teeth scraping gently as he moved. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge; every breath against my skin heightened the sensation. I was grateful for his hand now, for the solid wall supporting my weight, for the possessive grip keeping me upright.
Another knock, more insistent this time. Hudson froze.
“Yes?” he called, voice more hoarse than before, yet somehow still very composed for someone mid-thrust.
“Sorry to interrupt again,” Penelope sounded apologetic, “but the mother of the groom is asking about the processional music.”
“Tell her we’ll be there in five minutes,” Hudson replied, not missing a beat. “We’re just wrapping up here.”
A muffled “Thank you” and retreating footsteps.
“Five minutes,” he whispered in my ear, resuming his movements with new urgency. “Think you can finish in five minutes, sweetheart?”
I nodded frantically against his hand, my body already racing toward release.
“Good girl.” He was toying with me, the bastard. Slowing down when he knew I was close, speeding up just as I was calming down. Teasing me with light bites along my shoulder, knowing it would drive me wild.
I whimpered, desperate to meet his thrusts, my hands itching to hold on to something, but I kept them locked on the wall.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot on my neck. “Stay still.”
His lips curved into a smile against my skin. Damn, he was enjoying this. To be fair, I was too. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he moved harder, faster.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he whispered. “Want me to fuck you hard against the wall?”
I moaned into his hand, and the action only seemed to encourage him.
“Sh.” He slapped my ass. I yelped, the sound caught by his firm grasp on my mouth.
I pressed my forehead to the wall, willing myself to stay quiet.
He thrust deeper, a low groan torn from his throat. “Fuck, you’re so wet, Mari.”
I nearly lost it then, the pleasure coiling tight in my core. I squeezed my eyes shut, grinding my teeth to keep from crying out.
His fingers tightened on my hips, his breathing uneven. “Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and let go.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. The praise pushed me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me. His hand pressed harder against my mouth as I shuddered silently in his arms. My body shook against the wall as he kept thrusting, riding out my orgasm.
Finally, he let out a low growl, his fingers biting into my skin as he came, his lips clamping down on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath, his body still buried inside mine.
Hudson stepped back first. “Stay there.”
Boneless and worried about falling over on shaky legs, I obeyed. He disappeared behind me, and a moment later, he came backwith a wet wipe. I took it, thanking him as I cleaned myself up. He helped straighten my dress, pressing kisses on me every couple of seconds. When we’d finished straightening ourselves, only the flush on our cheeks and the slight disarray of our hair betrayed what we’d just done.
“One minute to spare,” he noted, glancing at his watch. “Impressive.”
I laughed, slipping my feet back into my heels. “I told you I could be quiet.”
