And for the first time, I believe I deserve it.
9
HUDSON
The door slams behind us,and the restraint we’ve been clinging to shatters like glass.
Ivory’s laughing, cheeks flushed and eyes wild, dripping water across the floor, her towel barely clinging to her body. The city’s glow spills through the windows, turning her skin golden. I click the extra lock behind us, and suddenly, she’s in my arms, mouth hungry on mine, tasting like chlorine and something so sweet it almost takes me to my knees.
“Hudson, please,” she breathes, and it’s all I need. Everything that’s been burning under my skin for days ignites, not wanting to hold anything back.
Not tonight. Not with her.
I peel the towel from her shoulders, letting it hit the floor. She stands in front of me completely naked and dripping wet, her hair tangled and wild, her body trembling with anticipation. Her hands slide to my waist, fingers fumbling for the knot of my towel. She tugs at it, clumsy but desperate, loosening the thick fabric until it unravels and falls to the floor. I stand there completely exposed in front of her, as she looks back at me like she needs me now. I groan, grabbing her by the hips, pushing her up against the nearest wall. Grasping her wrists, I lift herarms over her head, pressing my mouth to her pulse point in her neck, kissing down the curve of her throat. She whimpers while arching into my touch.
“Let me see you,” I whisper, taking a step back.
She’s perfect.
Even in the dim light, I can see her small, perky tits are flushed, nipples pebbling in the cool air, water droplets tracing the lines of her body. I drop to my knees and kiss her stomach, licking a bead of water from her navel down to her bare pussy. I spread her thighs, drape one leg over my shoulder, and drag my tongue slowly through her thick folds. Tasting her, I savor the sweet, salty, slickness of her arousal. She gasps, her fingers sinking into my short hair as I bury my face between her legs, licking and sucking her clit until she’s writhing for me, her whole body trembling under my mouth.
She tugs me up, needy and impatient.
My cock is aching, standing at attention. She looks at me, really looks, and her tongue slips out to wet her lips.
“You’re… beautiful,” she whispers. I’m pretty sure I’ve never had a woman tell me my dick wasbeautifulbefore. But I like it. “Is it going to fit?”
I grin, but it’s feral. Masked with hunger. “Yes. But we’ll take it slow, angel. I promise.”
She nods, trusting, and suddenly, I can’t keep my hands off her. I scoop her up, like a groom does his bride, carrying her down the hall.
She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing my jaw, my ear, nipping at my throat. I lay her gently on the bed and climb over her, bracing myself above her small, delicate body.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, voice rough as gravel. “I need to hear you say it.”
She meets my eyes, fearless and begging at the same time. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
I crash my mouth to hers, kissing her hard, tongues tangling, our bodies arching together. My hands roam everywhere, over her breasts, her ribs, the delicate curve of her hip. I worship every inch, memorizing the feel of her skin. I kiss down her throat, bite her collarbone, the spot just above her heart.
Moaning, she digs her nails into my back.
I slide lower, take a nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue before sucking, hard and slow. She gasps, hips jutting forward, letting her legs fall open. I switch to the other, giving it just as much attention, teasing her until her thighs tremble and her breathing goes ragged. My hand slides down, fingers slipping between her legs, finding her slick and swollen, so fucking ready for me.
I rub her clit, feeling her tense. “You’re so wet for me, baby. God, you’re perfect, Ivory.”
She blushes and gives me a little whimper, rolling her hips against my hand.
“Please, Hudson. I need more.”
I slide a finger inside her.
Fuck. She’s so tight. I go slow, gently stretching her. Her pussy clenches around my finger, mouth falling open as I curl my finger, working her G-spot up and up.
“That’s it, Ivory. Let yourself feel it.”
“Oh God, Hudson. That feels amazing.”
Hesitantly, I add a second finger, trying to help stretch her further. Her body is a miracle. So responsive, every tremor and moan that escapes her lips is just for me. I keep my thumb on her clip, teasing, until she breaks apart for me, her orgasm so strong it drags a shout from her. She clings to me, shaking, her release pulsing through her in waves.
