I raised a brow. "And what are those?"
"All fours."
Eager to feel him inside me, I quickly complied, placing my hands on the back of the chair, my knees on the soft velvet. My breasts hung from the bodice, the satin ribbons trailing beneath me. I widened my knees so that my pussy was exposed to the air, to him.
"You make a pretty picture. Do you mind if I snap one just for us. I'd never share it."
I glanced at him over my shoulder, and he bit off a groan.
"You're like every fantasy I've ever had come to life."
"You can take a picture," I said softly, my heart beating hard.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his body poised to grab his phone as soon as I acquiesced.
I nodded. "Yes."
He reached for his phone and hesitated before he snapped one. "You have no idea how sexy you are, open and waiting for me."
"Hurry," I breathed.
"Look over your shoulder. Just like that." He snapped a few pictures.
I'd never felt more exposed, yet it only made me wetter. I liked being vulnerable for him. I trusted him with my body. I trusted that he'd never violate my privacy or share my pictures with anyone else.
He'd never given me a reason to doubt him on those things. It was my heart that I was slower to entrust to him.
Still holding his camera, he knelt between my legs, his fingers gliding through my slick folds. "You're so wet for me. Your clit is swollen."
"I'm aching for you," I managed between strokes.
My body was strung tight, waiting for him to make his move.
With a grunt, he tossed his phone aside and unzipped his pants. I heard him fuss with the wrapper of a condom. Then he was poised at my entrance.
He slipped inside with just the tip.
I'd expected a hard thrust. But this made my heart skip a beat. I needed him inside me in the worst way. I wiggled my hips, hoping to entice him.
"I thought we'd go to dinner. Then go back to your place. And maybe if I played my cards right, you'd let me take you to bed." He eased deeper. "But I never expected this. I've thought about nothing else but you in this lingerie since I saw you the first time. I've had so many fantasies about what I'd do to you in this chair, and you're making every single one come alive."
I'd never been happier to own a chaise lounge and a stockpile of lingerie. He made me feel like a model. One who brought a man to his knees with just a come-hither look.
His hands gripped my hips as he continued his slow movements. I tried to move, to wiggle, to push back, and he held me steady. He was the one in control.
If I thought I'd be orchestrating what happened tonight, I was wrong. This man had quickly assessed the situation and flipped the script on me. He was in control.
"Please, Hudson." I'd never begged for sex. No one had ever made me want to. But Hudson was melting me into a pool of lust. "I need you."
"You beg so nicely," he said as he finally bottomed out, then paused, allowing me to adjust to his size. "I'm not sure I can go slow anymore."
"So don't." I looked over my shoulder, and he pulled back before sliding inside me again. I couldn’t do anything but holdonto the back of the chair. My breasts jiggled with each thrust as he drove me impossibly higher.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the orgasm that was threatening just under the surface of my skin. He touched my back; tingles erupted on my spine.
He reached around to tweak one nipple, then cupped my breast.
I moaned, unable to hold back any longer. Now that he'd loosened his grip on my hips, I was able to move, to ride his cock.
