sucks it into his mouth. I can’t do anything but shiver and shake and wither away in uncontrollable pleasure. I always thought being denied was torture, but being given too much is just as bad.
“Hudson, please. I need more. I need you inside me,” I beg.
He pulls away, getting back up onto his knees as he looks down at me. His lips are glistening with my arousal as he smirks. “That’s all you can take?” He reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off quickly and revealing those rock-hard abs that I’ve longed to run my tongue over.
I nod my head, watching as he starts to unfasten his jeans, my knees shaking on either side of him. He lets out a chuckle as he pushes them down over his hips.
“I want this dress off of you. I want you completely naked beneath me,” he orders, reaching over me and snagging a condom out of the top drawer of the nightstand.
He watches me as I pull my dress and bra off, and I watch him as he slides the condom on and kicks off his jeans. This way, I get to see more of his hard body than I did the first time. His thighs are just as toned as the rest of him, and that makes my stomach muscles tighten. He really is sexy as fuck.
I sit up and capture his mouth with mine as he works the condom over his length. When he has it on, his hand moves up to cup my jaw as he lays me back. With him on top of me, between my spread legs, his hardness presses at my entrance like it knows where it belongs. But he doesn’t push into me. Not yet. For the time being, he just kisses me hard and fast. His hips move back and forth, so his cock slides between my folds, making me want more.
I dig my nails into his back, and he lets out a painful gasp that turns into a hardened growl. He breaks our kiss and arches his back, the head of his dick slipping inside of me. Without warning, he thrusts deep into me, making me let out a relieved moan of acceptance. When he pulls back, he only slams into me harder the next time. The bed is creaking and squeaking with our movements, his skin slapping off mine as we both let out a moan of pleasure.
As he lowers his mouth back to mine, his hips work harder, faster. My inner muscles tighten around him, preparing for the release that’s about to flood over my body. It only takes seconds before I’m drowning, lost to the feeling of passion. It’s all consuming. It’s intoxicating. It’s him. He’s always had this effect on me, long before I even know what it was. Maybe that was the universe’s way of telling me he’s my other half. He may have been made first, but he was made with me in mind.
After my release ends, he rolls us over. “I want to watch you ride me. Show me what you got, Deven.” His voice is deep and husky, filled with lust and passion. His hands rest on my hips as I sit up straight, giving him the view of my bouncing tits as I move myself up and down his length, then back and forth, grinding my clit against his pubic bone.
My head falls back as my lips part and a gasp escapes. When I look down at his face, my breath stops. His eyes are closed, brows drawn together, his lips slightly parted. His eyes suddenly open and lock on mine. I can see the flames of desire burning in them. They’re no longer that sweet, friendly blue I’m so used to. Now they’re darker, the color of the sky on a stormy day, a hint of blue buried under the cloudy gray. They hold promise, promise to love and destroy, of danger and adventure. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down on it. His jaw ticks, and I watch as his eyes roll back into his head as he lift his hips, meeting my thrusts.
It doesn’t take long in this position before I’m shivering and shaking with my release, but he doesn’t give me time to come down this time. Without warning, he pulls out of me and flips us over, pushing into me from behind. His hands grab my hips, pulling me back into his thrusts