He only moved his hands from her body for a moment, to shake the jacket off.
It fell to the floor, and he grabbed her again, this time slipping his hand under her dress as he licked across her cleavage.
“Open for me, goddess. Let me feel that wet pussy of yours.”
Holy shit.
She moaned from his words alone, felt the cream fill her panties as she spread her feet apart, and welcomed his touch. She needed it. She wanted it so badly her pussy lips ached with need.
“Yes, oh God, Hudson, this is crazy.”
His fingers connected with her panties. “It is wild, crazy. I want you. I want you spread out on my bed where I can explore this voluptuous body of yours. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. You’re all mine.” His fingers plunged up into her cunt.
“Oh, Hudson.” She gripped his shoulders, nearly ripping his shirt from his body. His mouth covered hers. He pressed his tongue in and out of her mouth, exploring her cavern deeply, while his fingers plunged similarly into her needy pussy.
She felt her body tighten and knew she was going to come. She wanted to holler to the Gods, and thank them for sending her here to Paris to meet Hudson, and to feel his fingers draw out her juices in pleasure.
She was panting and absorbed everything. The way she kicked back her heel against the door for leverage to pump her hips against his thick, hard fingers. She pressed her breasts forward, ran her fingers through his crew-cut hair, and kissed him deeply back.
What a sight she must look like. Hair a mess, dress up to her waist, garters showing and Hudson’s fingers disappeared between her slick folds.
She never felt so damn sexy in her entire life.
“Oh, oh, Hudson, I’m coming.”
He pulled his fingers from her cunt, and she gasped as she gripped his arms so she wouldn’t fall.
He pulled her to him. “Not here. In bed. My bed, where you belong.”
When he scooped her up as if she weighed hardly anything at all, the tears hit her eyes, her throat closed up, and she gasped.
Oh, my God, I’m in love.
Holy fucking shit, he’s carrying me. He isn’t struggling at all. He’s strong, he’s handsome, he’s sexy as anything, and he wants me. He wants me, Tia Rose, size twelve, voluptuous woman.
He placed her feet down on the rug at the end of the king-size bed. She barely had time to look around the room at the décor, but she was so interested in that. There were bold garnet-covered chairs, velvet tapestries in rich black and white designs and there were numerous rooms. A damn large place for one man to be staying alone.
He cupped her face with his thick hands and stared at her lips.
“How lucky I was to find you.” He kissed her softly and then turned her around to face the bed.
It was big, and she would be lost within it. The comforter was thick white, with a bedspread folded on the bottom in a strong, luxurious ruby red.
She felt his knuckles caress her shoulders, then down her spine. He began to unzip her dress, and in a flash, it began to fall. On instinct, she grasped the bodice and turned toward him. She was scared out of mind. The fear and the lack of self-confidence were winning the battle within. What if he thought she was bigger than she appeared? What if he didn’t like the swell of her belly, the size and shape of her breasts, or her big ass?
She wanted to run.
“Hudson, maybe this isn’t—”
He covered her lips with one finger, and stared down into her eyes. “Baby, you are perfect. Your eyes are the greenest I have ever seen. Your lips and your smile are so enticing, and I could just hold you in my arms and kiss you for hours.”
She lowered her eyes, wondering if his words were true or if he were trying to make her feel better.
He gripped her around the waist and hoisted her against his large, muscular chest.
His fingers caressed her cheeks. His touch was soft and he had her complete attention.
“Trust me. Trust that I want you. I want to be lost inside of you, and bring you nothing but comple