Chapter 30

DIANA

Iwas melting in the heat. It wasn't just the heat. The humidity was ridiculous. I was wet and sticky in all the worst places.

"I need a shower," Hudson said when we walked into our room. "I must smell like a drowned sewer rat."

"I have a better idea," I said.

He looked at me like I was crazy. "Better than a shower right now? I'm not sure that's even possible."

"The pool! We haven't used it yet, and it looks so inviting."

He looked at the pool and then me. "It does look nice."

I took his hand and led him outside to our private oasis. The sight of the pool, shimmering in the fading sunlight, was enough to make me forget about the sweltering heat.

Without hesitating, I started stripping off my clothes, dropping them in a pile by the edge of the pool. Hudson followed suit, stripping off his sweat-soaked shirt. Soon we were both standing there, completely naked.

I grinned. "Last one in is a rotten egg."

I felt a rush of excitement as I stepped into the cool water. It was wonderful. I could feel my muscles relaxing. Hudson joined me a moment later, sliding into the water and sinking up to his shoulders.

"Damn, that feels good," he groaned.

I laughed at his dramatic reaction. His eyes met mine. I wanted to know more about the man that captivated my heart and soul. I really knew very little about him, but I felt like I knew him so well.

I swam toward Hudson, my movements fluid and effortless in the water. He reached out and pulled me close, our bodies meeting in the center of the pool. I gazed into his eyes, seeing a vulnerability that mirrored my own.

"I feel like I've known you forever," I whispered, the words barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water.

Hudson's fingers traced delicate patterns on my skin. "It feels that way to me too. Like we were always meant to find each other."

It was a simple statement, but it held so much weight. In that moment, I felt a connection with him that felt so natural. It was as if our souls had been searching for each other across lifetimes, and now, finally, we had found solace in each other's arms.

He kissed me, pulling me closer. Our bodies slid together. As our kiss deepened, I could feel a fire igniting within me, a passion that had been dormant for far too long. Hudson's hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of my skin as if trying to memorize every detail. I welcomed his touch, feeling a sense of liberation in letting go of any lingering doubts or fears. In that moment, there was only Hudson and me.

As we broke apart, breathless and flushed with desire, I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I never want this journey to end," I murmured.

Hudson's arms tightened around me. "Then let's make every moment count."

He kissed down my neck and along my collarbone, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. The warm night air brushed over my skin. I let out a soft moan and straddled him, rubbing my naked body against his.

"I want you again," I said. "Show me more. I have so much to learn."

"There's so much more I can do to give you pleasure," he said in a husky voice.

Hudson's words sent a thrill through me. In that moment, there was no hesitation, only raw desire pulling us together. I arched my back as his lips met mine in a searing kiss, the heat between us rising with each passing second.

Suddenly, he gently pushed me away and got out of the pool. He reached out his hand to help me out. I let him pull me out of the pool and lead me to one of the lounge chairs.

"Lie down," he ordered.

I obediently lay down on the lounge chair, feeling the warm night air caressing my skin. Hudson stood over me, and his gaze was intense as he looked down at me, a hunger flickering in his eyes. I shivered in anticipation, unsure of what he had planned next.

He knelt beside the chair, leaning in close to brush his lips against mine in a feather-light kiss. I could feel the heat of his body so close to mine, sending jolts of electricity through me.

Without breaking eye contact, Hudson's hands began to explore my body, tracing the curves and lines of my skin as if he were mapping out every inch of me.

I arched my back in response, wanting more of his touch. He smiled a sinful smile. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving wet kisses that sent a shiver of delight down my spine.

He reached the hollow of my throat and then moved on to the valley between my breasts. He plunged his tongue into my navel, causing me to gasp in surprise and pleasure. His hands moved lower, sliding between my legs.

I moaned softly as he trailed kisses down my stomach, his fingertips lightly brushing against my most sensitive spot. He knew exactly what he was doing. The anticipation was driving me wild.

"Hudson," I breathed. "Please, I need you."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with desire, and then I felt his lips against my most intimate place. I cried out in pleasure, arching my back as his tongue flicked and sucked, driving me wild with desire. My hands gripped the sides of the lounge chair, my nails digging into the fabric as he continued.

Hudson's hands were everywhere, stroking, fondling, caressing. I felt so alive, so connected to him. It was as if he could read my desires, teasing me, making me crave more. He maneuvered his body between my legs with his mouth devouring my heated core. He slid his hands under my thighs and pushed my legs up and open wider.

His tongue danced over me, sending waves of pleasure racing through my body. I felt as if I were on fire, consumed by the passion that Hudson ignited within me.

As he continued to pleasure me, I felt a building intensity, a sensation that I had never experienced before. My whole body trembled with pleasure. I knew that I was about to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Suddenly, Hudson stopped, pulling away from me. I moaned in frustration.

"You're so sweet," he murmured. "You taste like heaven. I could feast on you all night."

"It feels so good."

"Are you ready?" he asked, kissing the inside of my thigh.

"Yes!"

His mouth returned to my heated core, his skilled tongue finding the perfect rhythm to send me over the edge. My body convulsed with pleasure, my mind lost in the intense sensations that washed over me.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over me, Hudson's tongue never stopped, his lips and tongue shifting and changing to keep me on the brink of ecstasy. I moaned and cried out, my hands running through his hair.

He pulled away. "Don't move," he said.

I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. I opened my eyes and watched him walk into the room. He came back a moment later carrying a box of condoms.

I grinned. "That's, uh, a lot."

"I just wanted to be prepared."

I watched him rip open the box and pull out one of the condoms. From my view, the man looked massive. His cock was huge and thick, veins running along its length, a sight that made my heart race with excitement. His broad chest, muscled legs, and flat stomach took my breath away. How had I gotten so lucky to land this man as my teacher in all the ways of sex?

He rolled the condom on with his eyes locked on mine.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

He climbed back onto the chair, his elbows on either side of my head as he looked down at me. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

With a nod, he positioned himself at my entrance. The sight of him, poised and ready to take me, sent sparks of anticipation through my body. My pulse quickened as he slid the head of his arousal against my wetness, coating himself.

Suddenly, everything slowed down. His gaze held mine, dark and full of desire. A heartbeat seemed to stretch into eternity as he pushed forward.

A loud moan escaped my lips. "It feels even better than before."

"That's the idea."

He drew back, then thrust again, filling me completely. Heat surged through me with every stroke. It was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and desire that I couldn't get enough of.

He moved in a slow rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last. His muscular body poised over mine, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him, so powerful and dominating, yet so tender and concerned for my comfort, sent shivers down my spine.

"Hudson," I moaned, louder this time.

"Shh," he murmured against my ear, his breath tickling across my skin. "Just feel."

And I did. I felt everything, from the breathless anticipation, to the throbbing intensity, from the sweet agony of waiting, to the sharp pleasure of his every move. His hands roamed freely over my body, caressing my skin, pressing into my flesh. Each touch left trails of fire burning in its wake.

"Is it always like this?" I asked.

"Like what?"

"It feels so good," I murmured.

His smile was soft, the moonlight making everything feel magical. "It's different with everyone," he said, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. "But with you, it's…" He seemed to be searching for the right word.

"Special?" I offered, my breath hitching at his next languid thrust.

"Yes and more," he whispered into my ear, his voice wrapped in the softness of a lover's touch. "Do you think you can handle more?"

"More?"

"Baby, I've handled you with kid gloves. I didn't want to hurt you. But there is so much more to this sex thing."

"Oh yeah?" I grinned.

"Oh yeah."

He leaned in close, his breath hot on my ear as he spoke in a low, sultry voice. "Do you really want to know what more feels like?"

"Yes," I breathed, my body responding to his touch.

He increased the pace of his thrusts, each one more powerful and intense than the last. My moans became more desperate as he explored my deepest desires. The sensations were unlike anything I had ever experienced before. A fire built in me with each thrust like a wildfire unleashed.

"Is that enough?" he asked, his voice a sexy growl.

His movements became more forceful, more primal. His pace quickened, his thrusts gaining momentum with each passing second. The rhythm was intoxicating—his rough grunts harmonizing with my breathy sighs and moans into a seductive symphony of passion.

I could feel him everywhere—in every pore, every cell of my being. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back and shoulders.

He leaned in close, his eyes ablaze with lust and desire. His lips met mine in a fierce, intense, and powerful kiss. Our tongues dueled, battling for dominance, our bodies writhing together in a perfect dance of passion. I lost myself in the moment, my mind and body consumed by the overwhelming sensations.

My breaths became shorter and shallower, each one a gasp of pleasure and pain. His skin glistened with sweat, as did mine, the slickness only adding to the intensity of our lovemaking.

I could feel him tense up, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I could see the wildfire in his eyes—the same hunger and need coursing through my veins.

"I'm going to come," he grunted, his voice hoarse.

"Me too," I gasped, my breaths ragged and uneven.

He thrust again, harder than before, sliding my body up the chair a couple of inches.

The moment was explosive, a shockwave of pure ecstasy that seemed to reverberate all around us. We both cried out, our voices lost in the intensity of the moment. Our bodies writhed together, locked in a passionate embrace as the climax washed over us.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed, he collapsed onto the chair. Our breathing was heavy and labored. It was easily the most incredible experience of my life.

He leaned down close to me. "Was that enough?"

I smiled, my lips forming words I didn't know I could say. "Yes and so much more."

I closed my eyes, basking in the afterglow of our intense encounter. Hudson's warm breath on my skin felt so comforting.

"I like that," I said. "A lot. I know there are so many things I have not experienced. I can't wait to do them all with you. You'll show me everything?"

"Oh, I'll show you everything," he said in a low, seductive voice. "And trust me, it's going to be even better than this. But for now, let's rest and catch our breath."

I felt peace and contentment unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The pleasure we'd shared was more than just physical. It was an intimate connection, a deep bond that linked us in ways words could never fully capture.

I wasn't going to pose the question about where this thing between us was going or if he loved me. That could all wait. Meeting Hudson felt like waking up after a long nap.

Hudson made me feel alive.