The words stick in my throat, not because I don’t want to say them, but because Ido.
My head is hazy and my body feels like it’s buzzing and a deep, intense sort of emotion floods me.
I think I love you. Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My breath slows as Hudson moves from his spot, carefully pulling up my boxers and my pants. I feel him move my body, but once again it’s like an out of body experience.
“Trey…” His voice is thick, raspy.
“Yeah?” I say weakly, euphoria making my lips split into an ecstatic grin. I moan in contentment.
“You okay?” he asks, sounding a little concerned.
“Fucking great,” I say, my heart still going like a damn hummingbird. “Thanks.”
I hear his faint laugh, and the tension and worry melts away.
When I come back down from the damn ceiling and open my eyes, I see Hudson, pulling up his sweatpants over his hips. I groan in defeat.
“What about you?” I ask, my voice drenched in absolute blissful exhaustion.
“Later,” he says firmly as he sits next to me. We both fit, but it’s a little tight. Hudson’s a big guy.
I slide one arm around his hip and pull him close, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I breathe in his crisp rainy scentand soak up his warmth, and for a moment, we just stay there, me pressed against him. His arm around my shoulders. His shirt in my fist. I close my eyes as exhaustion hits its peak. After a long flight, and an overdue orgasm, I feel like I could pass out for two weeks, period.
And then I hear it. Ever so faint and soft, but undeniable, nonetheless.
Aclick.
And another.
And another.
“Stop,” I whine. “You don’t need six pictures of the same thing,” I tease him as I open my heavy-lidded eyes.
Hudson stares down at me as he uses his knuckle to shift my chin up and then he kisses me.
I lose myself in the moment, in his kiss, the after-taste of my cum on his tongue, his knuckles grazing against my neck. I bring my hand up to his throat and slide my fingers in his hair.
Click.
Click.
Click.
He pulls me closer and I kiss his neck, right over that spot I know drives him fucking crazy.
Click. Click. Click.
Hudson groans and pushes me back into the chair, his heavy body pinning me as he pinches my nipple through my shirt and I nearly jump off the chair.
“Fuck! You asshole!” I yell.
Click. Click. Click.
Hudson laughs as I push him back and straddle his lap, kissing him until it feels like I can’t breathe.
