Chapter 44

DIANA

Ibelieved him. He was trying. He didn't need to be perfect. I fell for the imperfect version of him. I liked that he wasn't super polished. He didn't try to be anything he wasn't.

It was a strange sensation, one I wasn't accustomed to feeling. I couldn't help but be drawn to him even more. I put my sandwich down and slid off my stool. There was something else I was hungry for. I moved around the bar and stood in front of him. He wiped his mouth and looked back at me.

"Diana."

"Hudson."

I pressed my hand against his chest. I could feel his heart thumping against my palm. He looked at me as if he knew what I was about to do before I did it.

"Diana." His voice was softer this time with a hint of anticipation. There was something about him that I found completely irresistible.

"Hudson," I said, leaning in closer so our bodies were almost touching. His flinch was barely noticeable, but I felt it. It was such a raw reaction. I could see the caution in his eyes but also the burning desire.

Slowly, I reached up, going on my toes, and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. The stubble scratched against my lips, a sensation that was oddly soothing. I heard his breath hitch, and his body stiffened. I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, almost lost in emotion.

He whispered my name like a prayer, sending shivers down my spine. I didn't pull away this time. Instead, I leaned in again, letting my lips brush against his this time. The soft gasp that escaped him was the only encouragement I needed.

He responded passionately, one of his hands threading through my hair while the other snaked around my waist, pulling me closer against him. The kiss deepened, and time seemed to dissolve around us.

His lips were warm, his taste intoxicating. I tangled my hand in his hair, tugging gently, pulling a low growl from him. His grip tightened around my waist.

"God, you taste so good," he murmured against my lips. "I want to devour you."

Before I knew what he was going to do, he lifted me and dropped me on the smooth surface of the counter.

The coolness of the smooth granite sharply contrasted with the heat radiating between Hudson and me. His eyes were burning with such intensity that it jolted something within me, igniting a flame I never knew I possessed.

"Hudson," I whispered, my hands gripping his shirt tightly.

He leaned down into me, his lips claiming mine once again. This time it was fiercer, more desperate. My body was shaking with need. I reached for the hem of his shirt and jerked it up over his head. The moment my hands came in touch with his skin, it felt like I got hit by a jolt of lightning.

The hardness of his muscles beneath my fingers made my heart skip a beat. He gasped, breaking the kiss briefly as I explored his contours. His hands ran along the sides of my body, pressing me closer against him. His lips traced along the side of my neck, causing shivers to run through my body.

He pushed my shirt up, letting me pull it off. I liked this change in our statures. With me on the counter, I was an inch or two taller than him. I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled him into another searing kiss, feeling the tension and desire building between us. Hudson's hands roamed over my skin, sending sparks of electricity through me. I could sense his urgency, his need for this connection as much as I needed it.

My mind was clouded with the intoxicating mix of longing and lust. Hudson's touch ignited a fire within me that I had never experienced before. It was primal, raw, and utterly consuming.

As our kiss deepened, a sense of liberation washed over me. I let go of all inhibitions, allowing myself to be completely in the moment. I wanted to push outside my comfort zone. He was safe. He was not going to take advantage.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispered.

"Take me," I whispered. "Right here, right now."

He unbuttoned my shorts. "Lift," he ordered.

I did as he asked, lifting my butt off the counter to allow him to pull off my shorts and panties.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. There was a mix of desire, caution, and reverence.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice rough with passion.

I nodded, my eyes locked onto his. "I want this, Hudson."

"Lie back."

It was the definition of vulnerable. I lay back, my bare back resting against the smooth surface. His hand pressed against my belly, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity that left me breathless. I could see the storm of emotions raging within him.

He gently moved his hand lower, tracing the curve of my hip with his fingers. I squirmed slightly, the anticipation and excitement building within me. When he reached the apex of my thighs, his fingers brushed lightly against my skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust and need. He leaned forward and kissed my belly, his tongue swirling around my belly button.

I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan. The sensation of his mouth on me was too much to handle. He continued kissing and licking my stomach, teasing me mercilessly. His fingers trailed back up to my hip, leaving a hot trail of desire in their wake.

"Please," I whispered, arching my back slightly. I couldn't take any more of the exquisite torture.

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You drive me mad, you know that? The way you look at me, the way you touch me. I can hardly take it."

He lowered his head, nuzzling against the curve of my thigh, his breath warm against my skin. My breath hitched as I waited for him to take me where I wanted him to. Finally, his tongue flicked against me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I cried out, gripping the edge of the counter as he continued to tease me, his tongue tracing circles around my most sensitive spot.

The pleasure built, becoming overwhelming, until I could take it no longer. "I need you inside me," I pleaded.

"Not yet," he murmured against my very core. "I want to watch you fall apart under my bright lights."

His tongue flicked out, hitting my clit hard and fast. I felt like I was going to explode. I clawed at the counter, my nails scraping across the granite as my body trembled with desire.

"Please, Hudson," I begged, my voice shaking. "I need you now."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Don't worry," he whispered, his breath warm on my skin. "I'll be inside you soon enough."

His tongue continued to dance along my most sensitive spots, his fingers gently probing the folds of my sex. I writhed beneath him, moaning softly as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.

His touch was a masterful blend of rough and gentle, sending shivers of pleasure throughout my entire body. He knew just how to push my buttons. I couldn't help but submit to his every touch.

Finally, I could take no more. "Now, Hudson," I cried out, my voice hoarse with desperation.

My body burst into a million pieces. The bright lights overhead had me seeing stars. Hudson's fingers and tongue worked inside me.

I could feel the waves of pure ecstasy crashing over me, as if I was in a sea of orgasmic bliss. My body shook and trembled, my hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly. Every touch, every kiss, every lick from Hudson was prolonging the climax. It was almost too much to bear.

But I wanted more.

I needed more.

"Take me, Hudson. Take me now."

He smiled, a wicked smile that made my heart race. "Alright," he whispered, his voice low and sultry. "I'll take you. I'll give you everything you desire."

With that, he stood up and undressed, revealing his toned and tanned body, a sight that left me breathless. He gently pulled me up to a sitting position. My body felt languid, like I was boneless.

He kissed me again, his lips gentle yet fierce, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roamed my body. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer. He pulled me to the edge of the counter and stopped moving.

"I need to get a condom from the bedroom," he whispered.

"No."

"What?"

"I want to feel you inside me," I said. "I don't need a condom. I trust you."

His eyes widened, surprise and desire flashing in them for a moment before he grinned and nodded. I could see the satisfaction in him, knowing he wouldn't have to stop now.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and raspy.

"Yes," I whispered, arching my back.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on mine. He slowly, methodically, guided himself inside me. I gasped as he entered me, my eyes fluttering shut as the sensation washed over me.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a perfect combination of pleasure and discomfort. He felt bigger than before. It was all so intense and overwhelming. The feeling left me breathless and wanting more. Hudson's eyes never left mine as he began to move inside me, a slow, rhythmic dance that had me panting and moaning with each thrust.

The sound of his skin slapping against mine echoed in the room, our bodies syncing with one another. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. Hudson's breaths were ragged as he continued to move inside me, his eyes locked on mine.

I could feel every inch of him, the heat of his body pulsing against mine. The pleasure was beyond anything I had ever experienced, and it kept building, wave after wave, until I thought I would explode.

"I feel like you are scorching me with your hot, tight sheath," he groaned. "You feel so good."

"I can't take it anymore. I need you to go faster. Deeper."

He heard my plea and began to thrust harder, his cock smacking against my clit with each stroke. The sensation was overwhelming. My ass slid across the counter with the force of his thrusts. One of his hands went to my hip and jerked me forward. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as he kissed me with an urgency that matched my own.

"I want to give you everything, baby," he whispered. "I want to make you come so hard you can't even stand up afterward."

I gripped Hudson's shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I moaned his name. The room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the slap of his body against mine.

I could feel myself getting closer, the waves of pleasure building inside me. Hudson's eyes were locked on mine, his face twisted in a mixture of lust and adoration.

"Come for me," he whispered, his voice now a guttural rasp. "Let me feel it, baby."

My body trembled as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, each one more powerful than the last. My body convulsed uncontrollably, my moans and cries echoing through the room. Hudson's thrusts became more frenzied, matching my own desire for release.

As the intensity of the orgasm peaked, I felt something give inside me, a deep, satisfying release that left me feeling both drained and exhilarated. Hudson's eyes were still locked on mine, his expression a mix of satisfaction and awe.

He slowed his thrusts, his breaths ragged and heavy. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, still pulsating with life. The last throbbing pulse of his release mingled with my own.

Suddenly, I had no more strength. My body slumped against him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as our breathing slowed.

"Holy shit," I murmured. "Is it, I mean, was that?"

"Good?" he finished with a chuckle.

"Yes."

"Yes, it was." He nodded. "Should I ask if you're on any kind of birth control?"

"I am," I assured him. "It seems silly, but I thought it would be a good idea just in case."

"Then if you trust me, I would like to do that again. And again. And again."

I smiled. "That sounds like a very good idea."