Especially when he reaches around and slides his finger over my clit. A loud moan escapes my lips, and I tremble. “Harder,” I urge him.
Not only does he pick up the pace of each thrust, he rubs my clit harder, pinching then gliding the pad of a finger over the now sensitive bud. I moan, bracing my arms for every slam of his body into mine. Feeling him everywhere, I give myself over to him, allowing him to guide and control both the pace and the timing of when I’ll come. I trust him to take care of me, and he is doing exactly that.
“Turn your head toward me,” he says in a rough voice.
I twist my neck, and he captures my lips in a harsh kiss, all the while grinding his hips against me. His cock hits a place that shatters what little sanity remains.
Our mouths separate as my orgasm begins and continues with every push and grind of our bodies together. White stars flash behind my eyes as a rush sounds in my ears, my entire being alight with pleasure. The gratification continues, a second orgasm coming on the heels of the first at the same time Hudson shouts from behind me. Faster thrusts, another heavy groan, and he stills, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself, and his climax eases.
We collapse together on the bed, his hard, sweaty body on top of mine. My breath comes in short pants, and I try to take slower, steadier streams of air.
He slides out of me, and I feel the loss, the disconnection of our bodies as he rolls to the side. As he propped himself on one arm, his heavy-lidded gaze meets mine. “Told you I had it handled.”
I grin, unable to deny he did, in fact, make me come just as he’d promised. “We click,” I say, not embarrassed to admit that fact.
“Yes, we do.” He kisses the tip of my nose and flips over, climbing out of bed and walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
He returns and shuts off the lights over the bed, joining me under the covers and pulling me tight against him. “I wish we could skip the rest of the family part of the weekend,” he mutters.
“It will be fine. I can handle your parents, and I don’t take it personally. Ignore them, and we’ll have fun. I’m looking forward to meeting Serena. If you two are close, I’m sure I’ll like her.”
“You will, and she’ll like you.” He hugs me tighter. “Then I’ll get the conversation about funding the clinic over with, and we can head home.”
“Sounds good.” My eyelids are getting heavy. “We’ll figure everything out,” I assure him.
“I believe we can.”
***
Hudson
Serena married in a typical Northfield affair at the country club her parents belong to. Her now-husband may not be of the same social class, and Serena’s parents don’t really approve of the union, but they’d caved and had thrown their only daughter the wedding of her dreams.
I am happy for my cousin, who beams as Bri and I greet her on the reception line.
“I’ve missed you!” Serena pulls me into a big hug, so unlike the older generation of our family who air-kiss or shake hands in greeting.
I wrap her in an embrace before stepping back so my cousin and I can make the introductions between Bri and Serena’s husband, Mark.
When those are complete, Serena looks from me to Bri and smiles. “I like her, and you look happy,” she says as Bri makes conversation with Mark.
I have no doubt it is obvious from the way I wrap an arm possessively around her waist that Bri isn’t just arm candy. “That’s because I am.”
She lifts herself onto her toes and whispers in my ear, “Then don’t let her go.”
“I don’t intend to,” I say with a grin.
Beside me, Bri has overheard and turns her head to meet my gaze, eyes wide as I nudge her with my hip. “We should get going and let other people talk to the bride and groom.” I wink at her before glancing at the happy couple. “Congratulations and enjoy your lives.”
“In other words, ignore the parents. Got it.” Serena treats us to a genuine smile. “We will.”
“Nice to meet you and congratulations,” Bri says, then I lead her away from the receiving line, and we make our way to a private corner of the room.
“It was a beautiful ceremony,” she says.
I smile, my eyes on her. “You’rebeautiful.”
“You like the dress?” She spins around, giving me a complete view of the rose-gold with lace, low-cut V-neck that accentuates her full breasts and hugs her curves. The choice is the perfect gown for the occasion. And for her body.
