I lose myself in her taste and the sounds she’s making, scoop my hands under her ass and feast on her until I feel her start to shake, and I don’t stop.
“Oh God,” she says. “Hudson. Don’t stop.”
Her hips move erratically under my mouth. I have to hold her still, and I’m smiling when she goes over, panting and moaning and hands grabbing my hair in sudden desperation. I keep licking her, dipping down to savor the taste of her orgasm and make it last longer. The way she shakes in response, I could keep going until she came again. I’m sure of it.
I’m tempted. “Should I do it again?”
Erin is breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I lick her clit again, lazily. “Fucking hell,” she says. “That was—”
“Delicious. I don’t care how many people you’ve been with. They’re idiots.”
“It’s not for everyone.”
I climb up her body so I’m hovering over her, staring into her perfect, pleasure-glazed eyes. “Yes, it fucking is. When your pussy tastes that good, it is for fucking everyone.” Lowering my lips to her ear, I whisper. “But I don’t mind having it be just mine for now.”
She shivers. “We’re not done, right?”
I stand up off the couch before reaching down and lifting her into my arms. Erin feels amazing in my arms. “No. We’re not fucking done,” I say, and I carry her into the bedroom.
5
Erin
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe that I let him do that. I never do this. I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl. But right now, there’s nothing that I want more than to be with Hudson. He knows. That ache that I feel in my chest all the time now. He feels it too.
Different circumstances, but I recognize the same emotions. And that is everything.
I’m going to remember and fantasize about his tongue between my legs for the rest of my life. My mind is still dazed and drenched in total pleasure. I think I was seconds away from death by orgasm.
The fact that he even wanted to…
I haven’t been with that many people, but it never really seemed that important when it was skipped over. It never bothered me. Holy fuck was I wrong. I’ve never felt like that before. Ever.
Now he’s holding me in his arms like I weigh about as much as a feather, and being pressed up against his skin like this is overwhelming. The whiskey is still swimming in my veins, but it’s not enough to make me regret anything or question that I want this. I do. Unquestionably.
It’s only steps from the living room into the small bedroom, but it feels like forever. And if I weren’t looking forward to what was about to happen in the bed, I would be content to just stay in his arms forever. But if what I imagine is even half of reality, I’m not going to miss a fucking second.
The fireplace in this guest house is in the center of the wall between the bedroom and the living room, so the bedroom is lit with the same gentle, flickering light. I love it—the mood doesn’t change at all.
Hudson lays me down on the bed with a grin. He’s so fucking hot that I can’t stop looking at him. Especially in the warm light that’s spilling from the fireplace. It catches his hair and turns it gold, shadows the scruff on his jaw that I just felt between my legs. His eyes run all the way down my body and back, drinking me in.
I swear where his eyes fall, I can feel the burn.
He’s still wearing his jeans, and they’re looking awfully tight. But the rest of his body is on display. It’s enough to make my mouth water.
Hudson slowly undoes his belt. Holy shit. My eyes catch on his forearms—harder and more muscled than they have any right to be. They flex as he undoes his belt with ruthless efficiency and shoves his jeans and briefs off his hips.
Oh my, the rest of him is just as beautiful. Cut lines on his hips leading to a cock that’s jutting straight out from his body. Powerful legs that frankly shouldn’t be as attractive as they are. But every single part of him is beautiful. And I’m staring with my mouth open.
A sensual smirk is fixed on his face as he pulls open the bedside drawer and reaches for a condom that’s in there. I read on the list of amenities that they kept them in every house. It’s a good idea. Especially now. If I wasn’t able to fuck this man because I didn’t have a condom? I would probably cry.
“I think I’m speechless,” I say.
He rolls on the condom—something that I’ve never found more fascinating than I do right now. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming my name in no time.”
“So confident.”
Leaning down, he captures my mouth with his, teasing my lips open with his tongue and plunging deeper. He doesn’t have to say anything to prove his confidence—this is more than enough.
“Hmm,” he makes the sound before he pulls away. “How should I fuck you?”
I bite my lip, looping my arms around my neck. “Is that a question for me? Or are you just contemplating your options?”
“Both.”
Intentionally, I press my body up into his harder, reveling in the feeling of his skin on mine and his cock trapped hard between us. “I don’t see any reason why there should only be one option.”
“I like the way you think.” He kisses me again, and I get lost in it. I’m dizzy with it. I’ve never had a kiss like this. Brutal, unrelenting chemistry that cracks me open and doesn’t let me go. “But for the first time, I want to see your face when you come on my cock.”
My whole body flushes. He knows that he’s going to make me come, and I don’t doubt him for a second.
Hudson reaches between us, easing my legs apart and fitting himself against me. His cock isn’t even inside me yet and I can feel his size. “Oh, fuck.” The words are more a moan than anything.
“Worried?”
“Yes.” I can’t lie. I’ve never been with anyone near his size. In fact, I’ve been so focused on all of veterinary school and achieving my dreams that I’ve only been with two other men, and they were both…nothing in comparison.
His lips at my ear give me goosebumps in the best fucking way. “You’ll take me,” he says quietly as he pushes into me slowly. He pulls back and then pushes again a little further. “Every fucking inch. Until I’m buried inside you, Erin.”
He pushes further, and I hold him tighter, shift my hips so he slips deeper.
“Say it.” The words are the whisper of a whisper.
I gasp when he pushes in again, nearly all the way there. “Every fucking inch.”
He thrusts in that final length, stealing any breath that I have in my lungs. I’m so full of him, and I wrap my legs around him so that I’m completely tangled in him. He feels impossibly bigger, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt complete until this moment.
The thought stops me in my tracks. Where did that come from? Having sex with Hudson—with anyone—doesn’t make me complete. And yet I’ve never felt the way I do in this moment. Content and relieved and relaxed. There’s nothing that exists outside the two of us. That’s fucking amazing. Nothing has ever been able to clear the slate of my thoughts like the feeling of him.