problem begging. My body has missed his touch for weeks.
“That’s better,” he says, picking up one leg and setting it on his shoulder. His hand trails up my inner thigh, tickling and teasing until he gets to the place that needs him the most. Without warning, he inserts two fingers into me, making me call out. His eyes stay locked on mine, watching the pleasure as it crosses my face.
“Look at me,” he demands when my eyes flutter closed.
They pop open again, locking on his.
His tongue comes out, gliding across his bottom lip. “You have no idea how much I missed tasting you. Do you want me to taste you?”
I nod.
“Say it.”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
The moment the words leave my mouth, his mouth is on me, tongue sliding between my folds while his fingers push up into me. A loud moan escapes and my knee goes weak. Before I can collapse, he catches me with his left hand on my hip.
His tongue flicks and swirls and sucks at my bundle of nerves until I’m panting and seeing stars and calling out his name like the lovesick woman I am. God, I never want to live another day without his touch. I’ll be his dirty little secret for this. Who cares if I never get marriage or kids or the pleasure of introducing him as my boyfriend? This is worth it. I’ll take what little I can get because that’s what Hudson Slade does to me.
After I come undone, he stands and wipes my juices from his glistening lips, his hands finding the button on his jeans. I watch his hands hungrily, waiting for the moment he has them off. All I can think about is sliding him to the back of my throat. I want my jaw to hurt. I want my throat sore, and I’ll take every bit of it with a smile because he’s all I need, and if I can have him this way, I know I’ll be okay.
He pushes his jeans down his thighs, and I fall to my knees before him. He looks down at me with a clenched jaw and hungry eyes. I swear I can see flames dancing in them.
With my eyes on his, I wrap one hand around his shaft as I place the tip between my lips, causing a hissing sound to escape his mouth. He watches me like I’m the most captivating thing he’s ever seen. The deeper I take him, the shakier his legs become. When my lips hit the base, he moves one hand out, placing it against the door to support him. The other tangles into my hair, moving my head forward and back at the pace that pleases him the most.
“You better never fucking leave me again. You hear me?”
I nod as best I can. I can’t respond at all; he takes up all of my mouth with his large girth.
He lets out a powerful moan before pulling away completely. “I can’t take another moment of this shit. I need to fuck you right now,” he says, picking me up against him as we fall onto the bed with me beneath him.
One roll of his hips has him sliding into me. We both let out a relieved moan as he pushes deeper, harder. The headboard knocks against the wall hard, and I hear the sound of the plaster peppering the hardwood floor, but he doesn’t stop or pause. He just pulls out and thrusts so hard into me that it feels like I’m being ripped in half. Pain ripples through my body and I call out, but he silences me with a hard kiss. Instead of pulling back out right away, he grinds into me, rubbing that perfect spot and my clit at the same time. Without warning, a building orgasm rips through me, and I can’t do anything but moan and whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my lips. “So good,” he says, quickly pulling out just to push into me again. The headboard rattles loudly, and the neighbor bangs on the wall.
I jump from the loud shout coming from the other side. “We should quiet down,” I whisper.
“Fuck that,” he grinds out between clenched teeth as he keeps going, harder, faster. I can’t hear anything but the headboard hitting the wall, the sounds of our skin smacking together, the squeak of the mattress beneath us, and the sounds that escape both our mouths. We both finish with a loud groan that I know