15. Hudson

15

HUDSON

“ I t’s my turn.”

Fuck, it took everything in me to pull her up off her knees.

Not only am I recovering from the shock of how unbelievable her mouth felt on my cock, I’m still in shock as to how it happened. I’ve been so used to her running, I fully expected her to bolt out of the room when she stepped off the bed.

Instead, she dropped to her knees and wrapped those gorgeous lips around me and blew my mind, in more ways than one.

Now, she lays in front of me, completely at my mercy.

So, yes, now it’s my fucking turn.

I grip the back of her knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Kissing the inside of her thighs, granting me a small moan as I continue to tease her. I slowly graze my lips over her smooth skin, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her lips glisten with her arousal, and I can’t wait any longer for a taste of her.

I fucking need her .

Before I’m able to make contact, she pushes her hands down onto the top of my head, pushing against me.

“You don’t have to do that,” she tells me, as she attempts to pull her legs back.

I lift up, meeting her gaze, and I can see the stress in her eyes. I can’t help but tilt my head and stare at her, confused, questioning her reaction.

“I know guys don’t like… doing that.” She makes a hand gesture in between her legs, in which my face is mere inches from.

What the hell kind of “guys” is she talking about?

That is not fucking happening, ever.

I press into the mattress, holding the weight of my body as I climb over her, meeting her face to face.

“I’m not guys . I’ll never be fucking guys . I’m your husband, and a husband devours his wife’s pussy whenever he fucking wants.” I graze my lips over hers, caressing my tongue softly against them, and she welcomes it. The feeling of her letting me in opens me up and makes me feral. I retreat, reluctantly, because I want my mouth elsewhere.

“Now, nod that you understand.”

She pulls her lip in between her teeth and nods softly.

Trailing my body back down hers, I press my hand into her low belly, holding her in place.

“Open your legs.”

She obeys as her knees fall open, still biting that goddamn bottom lip. I press the tip of my tongue between her slit, easily finding her hardened bud between them. She gasps loudly as I flicker back and forth, teasing her with the lightest touch of my tongue.

“Oh, God… Hudson.” My name on her lips, with that needy goddamn whine, pulses in my cock, hardening it to rock hard steel.

She tastes so good, too, like sweet honey and my new favorite dessert. I flatten my tongue, providing more pressure over her clit, and I keep moving. Mismatching my pace, edging her a bit. She’s so goddamn sexy, writhing underneath me. I could do this all fucking night.

“Hudson, please. Please.” This is exactly what I need. Her begging for me. Remembering how she needs me. So she doesn’t default to running.

Using my fingers, I press into her mound, forcing her lips open a little more. I suck on her clit, then loosely wrap my lips around it, flicking my tongue back and forth. I peer up at her face. She’s biting her lip, and her fingers are gripping the sheets so forcefully I can see the whites of her knuckles.

“Oh my god!” she screams, followed by a whisper, echoing the same. She almost sounds like she’s in shock.

I lift my head up so I can see her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, as tightly as her grip is on the sheets.

Realizing I’ve stopped, she opens her eyes and narrows them at me. My lips graze over her skin, as I move them slowly over her hips, belly button, and down closer to her clit. Torturing her. Maybe this is my way of payback for how tortured I feel by her.

Pressing her back into the mattress, her hips lift naturally, a feeble attempt to get my mouth where she wants it.

“You taste so fucking good… I want you to scream my name when you’re coming on my tongue.” I flick it in between her slit, teasing her again.

“I’ve… I’ve never…” She trails off as her head falls back against the bed.

Is she saying what I think she’s saying? I give her a curious squint and a facial expression, begging for her to continue.

“No one has ever made me come… that way.” Her confession is my fucking undoing.

“After I’m done with you, there won’t be any part of my body left that hasn’t made you come all over it.” Not giving her a chance to respond, I devour her.

My tongue and lips begin lapping over her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. She tastes so sweet, like my own personal addiction, and I have no idea how I’ll stop.

I press my fingers into her entrance, motioning them in and out in pace with my tongue.

She writhes underneath me, moving between lifting her head to watch me and palming her face. Her hands run through my hair then grip slightly, then she releases, like she’s not sure she has permission to do it, so she stops.

Lifting her head up, she watches me as her body begins to tremble. She’s biting her lip and her eyes squint, then widen at the same time her lips part to gasp.

Her head flies back on the bed as she screams, and her clit throbs over my tongue.

“I’m…” she groans. “Hudson…” gasping, “I’m coming.” She releases.

Christ, she’s fucking beautiful when she comes. I continue moving at the same pace while my eyes never leave her face. As she finally starts to come down from her climax, I reluctantly retreat, even though I could live there and die a happy man.

Pushing myself up, I pick up my wallet and pull a condom out, sheathing myself in it.

I line myself up, pressing my thumb on her clit, hoping I can ride out her high a bit longer.

“Oh, God.” She jerks up, her hips pushing down onto my cock, and she’s so tight I hiss as I plunge into her until our hips are flush together. I rub over her sensitive clit and begin to thrust in and out. She’s perfect. Everything about her is perfect. Her gorgeous face, her unbelievable mouth, her tight pussy that has a complete chokehold on my cock. Her body. Her soul.

“I need one more, red.” I piston into her; my dick grows thick and hard as I plunge deeper into her. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

I continue to rub her clit, and she moans through another orgasm, or maybe just an extension of the first one.

“Fuck yes. Fuck,” I repeat, as my own release begins to barrel through me. I’m either low on oxygen or high on Ember, because my skin starts to tingle everywhere. A guttural sound escapes me from somewhere in the middle of my chest as I come harder than I ever have.

“Jesus.” Falling forward, I rest my forehead at the center of her ribcage.

“I hope you know we’re doing that again.” My preemptive attempt to remind her she’s not running.

She attempts to hide her giggle, but her chest vibrates slightly, and I just hope that she’s just as enamored as I am.