I lean down and kiss her slowly, invading her mouth with my tongue. She opens eagerly for me and grabs onto my shoulders like they’re a lifeline. I want to make her float away. I begin stroking her sides, finally feeling those perfect tits under my thumbs. I slide a hand down her thigh until I get to the hem of her skirt. I move my hand back up her thigh until I’m in her panties. She gasps and pulls away, grasping my shoulders tightly.
I press my fingers against her pussy, “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Hudson!” Her mouth drops open as she cries out my name, and she’s unable to close it as I start circling a finger around her clit. A soft as fuck moan escapes her.
I don’t let go of her and look her straight in the eyes. “Let me stay with you tonight.”
“Why?” she asks, all breath escaping her as I bring her closer and closer to what might be her first orgasm.
I’m about to burst. I pull her roughly against my cock. “Because I’m going to make you really, really want to.”
Chapter 7
Cara
Who am I fooling? I already want to whip my panties across the room and let him finish what he’s started. My knees are shaking, and I can’t let go of him. I don’t know how he’s making me feel electricity in my veins, but I don’t want him to stop. A sharp sensation shoots through me, and I see stars as I all but collapse into him. I don’t know what happened, but I want more.
I’m curious to see, to experience, what all he’ll do. I’m trembling with need as Hudson maneuvers us, laying me down on the couch and moving between my legs. He slides his hands up the outsides of my thighs, pushing my skirt up until he’s gripping the sides of my hips. I hold my breath as he nuzzles me through my panties, his teeth gently nipping. I have to grab his hair to anchor myself, and my legs are trembling at the amazing sensation.
A moment later he drags my panties down and laps my bare pussy with his tongue, working my clit until I let out a moan. He leans back and grins up at me, making my cheeks flame.
“You taste like candy.” He dips his head back down and suckles on my clit.
“Hudson,” I gasp, my hips bucking off the couch.
He chuckles as he makes his way up my body. He lifts my sweater, trailing kisses up my stomach, stopping at the bottom edge of my bra. I’m frozen, completely under his spell. All my nerve endings seem to be firing at once, and I almost can’t see.
“Hudson,” I whisper. “I can’t…”
He helps me take my skirt off, exposing my lower body to him. I stare at him as he looks at me, naked from the waist down. He pulls his shirt over his head, and I’m entranced by his muscular body. His rippling abs almost distract me from the huge bulge straining against his jeans, and he chuckles when he notices me looking at it.
“Not until you really, really want it,” he says.
“I think I do,” I tell him, writhing around on the couch. Only his eyes are on me, and I still feel like I’ll explode any second.
He shakes his head. “Not good enough.”
He settles beside me on the couch and kisses me, working his way down to the edge of my top. One of his hands slides under it and cups my breast over my bra. Not good enough is exactly how I feel about this and push him away so I can get everything off. I don’t even feel shy anymore. I just want to feel his hands on me, everywhere.
While he kisses me, one hand caresses my breast, his fingers rolling around my nipple and causing it to tighten into a hard bud. He kneads it until I’m gasping against his mouth and pulling him closer. He’s angled so his hard length pushes against my thigh, but I want it between my legs and try to move him, but he’s much too heavy for me. He knows he’s torturing me, but this is what I asked for, isn’t it? I should have known someone who takes excelling at things so seriously would really do his best.
“I want to taste you again,” he says, kissing his way down my neck to my breasts.
He nuzzles each one, sucking on my nipples while I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. He suddenly stops and gets a devilish look in his eyes. I’m about to scream because I want him to keep moving lower, damn it.
“Why are you stopping?” I ask.
His grin gets more wicked. “Didn’t you say something about ice cream earlier?”
I swallow hard and nod toward the kitchen area. He jumps up and returns a few seconds later with my pint of strawberry ice cream and can of whipped cream. He tosses the ice cream container top and swipes out a bit on his finger, then traces my lips with it. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his finger, sucking off the cold, sweet treat. That mischievous look gets wiped off his face as I keep sucking his finger deeper into my mouth. I dig my own finger into the ice cream and hold it to his lips. He takes it in his mouth and rolls his tongue around it, his eyes darkening. I may be a virgin, but I can tell he wants me every bit as much as I want him.
He drops a dollop onto my nipple and licks it off, then does the same for the other one. I reach for him, not sure what I want. More kisses, more of his mouth on my body, I just want more. He aims the whipped cream nozzle at my stomach and sprays a trail from my belly button down to the crux of my thighs. I squeeze my legs together in anticipation as he licks his way slowly down. At the bottom of his cream journey, he slides his hand behind my knee and pushes my leg up, parting my thighs and revealing all of me to him. I let my head drop back and shut my eyes, waiting for his tongue to touch me there again, dying for that feeling again. I finally look up to see him watching my face with a soft smile.
The second our eyes meet, his tongue darts out, pressing against my tender, swollen nub. I buck against him at the shock of pleasure that courses through me, and he presses my hips down against the couch, dipping his head.
The swirling of his tongue on my clit makes me grip his hair, then drop my hands helplessly to my sides. Just as I think I can’t take another second of it, he slides his tongue down, parting my slick folds and plunging deep inside me. He does it again and again, as I imagine his cock there, going so much deeper and harder. I want to writhe, but he’s still holding me tightly against the couch, so I go boneless, breathlessly letting the delicious torture continue. He spreads a bit of ice cream on my clit, making me squeak at the cold against my heated flesh. He soothes it away with his hot tongue, lapping and kneading until the force of what I’m feeling is too strong to fight.
“Come for me, Cara,” he says, suckling my clit and then dragging his tongue back down to press inside me again.