“I can’t even compare what you do to me. It’s in the way you hold me, take care of me, and love Beau as if he were your own dog. I can’t imagine another moment without you,” I respond.
“Good, glad that’s taken care of and out of the way. Now, we’re going to eat dinner, watch a movie, and sleep. I have plans for us tomorrow, and you’re going to need all the rest you can get.”
My eyes flutter closed, and I’m thinking of everything but sleeping tonight. “Well, maybe we won’t need too much rest?” I question.
“It’s official. You’re trying to kill me, woman.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” I lean up and toward him, Hudson finally sees what I want from him, and our lips meet. The kiss we had when I was in the car was short and sweet, a teaser of what I really wanted.
Right now, though, we have all the time in the world. Hudson’s hands find my hair. He tugs on the ends, and I arch my back as our lips seek each others.
Hudson dominates my mouth. Where before it was a give and take, this time, it’s him being firm with his wants and desire. I groan, and he deepens our kiss. His tongue sears every bit of me, and I can’t wait to feel what else he can do with his tongue.
“Hudson,” I breathe out as we both break apart for a moment, only for us to dive back into kissing again. He grabs the back of my thighs, hoisting me up and into his arms, our kiss never stopping, even when I feel him sit me down on the cold granite countertops.
“What you do to me, you make me lose control,” he grunts, his eyes glued to my now bare thighs as the skirt of my dress has opened. His firm hips are between my spread legs, and I want more, so much more.
17
Hudson
My eyes are glued to her thighs, a mile long and wrapped around my waist. They clench to bring me closer to where she’s aching and needing, but that’s not going to happen, not yet at least. Oh no, I’m going to taste every inch of her I can, starting now.
“Lean back for me, Jules.” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears.
She slowly lies back, and I watch as her dress slides further up her legs to where I can see the lace of her underwear teasing me. I lick my lips, knowing I’ll be tasting her. Jules’ hands find mine as they glide up her inner thighs. She may think she’s in control, but that’s not the case.
My girl, she doesn’t listen like she should. No, instead, she’s leaned back on her forearms, her eyes on me the whole time as I slide her dress up and out of my way.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me, baby.” The lace she has covering her pussy is soaked through, leaving it to where I can see her bare cunt.
“Oh, God, Hudson. Please.” Jules’ hips lift up, and as much as I want to make her wait, to drag out her gratification, I need her on my lips like I need my next breath.
Both of my hands encompass the sides of her center, my thumbs teasing the line of her panties, making a sweeping motion back and forth until I can’t take it any longer. I wrench them to the side, and I swear to God, I’d get on my knees and beg for her to never leave.
Her skin is smooth, so smooth, I bet she waxes. “You’re full of surprises for me, Jules.”
The lips of her pussy are slick with desire, and I inhale her scent. Her hips haven’t stopped moving, only thrusting up more toward where I’m at.
I hold her hips down in place as I slowly lick the lips of her pussy. I’m tentative at first, wanting to build her up as slowly as possible. Jules’ taste is sweet with the perfect amount of tang, and it spurs me on. I engulf her pussy with my mouth, thrusting my tongue inside of her, wanting to taste her right from the source. Her body falls back, and her hands delve into my hair. The tie holding it back is taken out, and the firm grip she has on me makes me want to take her right now. But I don’t do that. Instead, I bring my thumb into the mix, her cunt tightening down on it.
“You’re going to come for me, sweet Jules,” I muffle against her center.
“Yes, Hudson, yes,” she screams. Her body is shaking, and her wetness is running down my chin and hand. Life couldn’t get any fucking better.
Her pussy clamps down on my thumb, and I latch onto her clit, sucking on it for all I’m worth as she comes apart in my arms. I don’t stop the whole time she’s climaxing until I know I’ve wrung her dry. Even when I slowly try to take my fingers away, her pussy clamps onto me tightly.