"You are so gorgeous. There aren't even words—" His voice was gruff as his gaze moved from the screen to me.
"It's the lingerie. Red is sexy." I'd even added a red lip to match and a darker eye shadow. I'd wanted to play the part of a seductress tonight, but the roles had changed.
He was the one playing me.
My gaze drifted lower, noting the bulge behind his zipper. He wasn't unaffected by the show.
He chuckled. "It's not the outfit. It's you."
My breasts were held in by a satin ribbon tied between my breasts.
Hudson moved close, his fingers playing with the satin, before finally tugging. The top came loose, and my breasts spilled over. He tugged the material down so that my nipples were visible.
I sucked in a breath, needing him to touch me.
He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth. When he pulled back, he said, "These are only for me."
"No more pictures." My voice was sultry.
"Just the ones I'm taking in my head. I'll never delete those. They'll live in my brain forever."
I bit my lower lip. "I like the sound of that."
"You like playing on a loop in my brain?" he asked softly as he braced a hand on the chair and leaned down to rub his nose along my jaw.
"Mmm." I liked everything he was saying and doing. I didn't want him to stop.
"Did you set this up purposely so you could drive me crazy?" His voice was low, steady, whereas my pulse was erratic.
I let my head fall back as he sucked lightly on my neck. "Is it working?"
He growled.
I never thought I was particularly sexy. I tried on lingerie for myself or under the guise of testing products for customers. I'd never wanted to wear something like this for anyone else. But Hudson made me feel sexy and desirable.
He set the camera down on the floor with a thud and moved between my legs, his mouth latching onto my nipple. I bit my lip at the sensation. I wanted to feel him against me, his dick inside me.
I suspected he was holding himself back, not allowing his body to press against mine. I liked to think it was because he was afraid of losing control.
My fingers touched his hair, holding him to me.
He moved to the other nipple, his fingers plucking the first. He was driving me wild, and he'd only touched my breasts.
"Hudson. I need you."
He reached between my legs, finding the clasp there, and tugging until it opened, baring me to him. "Have I mentioned that I'm in love with this outfit, and you should wear it for me every day?"
"It would be inconvenient to walk around perpetually wet for you."
He lifted his head, his eyes wide. "I didn't realize you were a dirty talker."
"You bring it out in me." He made me feel like I could do anything.
He kept his gaze on me while his fingers parted my folds, and he gathered the wetness before plunging inside. "Don't stop now."
"I need your cock. Inside me." My voice was breathless as I shamelessly rode his fingers.
He withdrew them, moving to stand next to the chair. "I've had a lot of time to think about you on this chair, and I have a few ideas."
