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“Hudson!” I gasp at the contact, and his grip firms from where his hands are now laced around the backs of my upper thighs.
His responding hum vibrates around my center, andmy body arches, my hips already moving against his mouth as he seals his lips to my clit.
“Oh God… Ohh, Hudson, right there.” My moans are uncontrollable. I had no idea how wound tight I was. With one hand, I grip on to the soft cashmere at my side, pulling the material into a white-knuckled grip as Hudson circles my clit with his tongue before sucking on it, the pattern repeating itself over and over, getting faster and faster with every swipe.
“You taste so good, Lacy,” he groans, licking a strip along my opening, and the compliment makes me bite my bottom lip. I feel amazing with his mouth on my body.
“Yes! Oh God, yes…” I moan, my body almost out of control as my hips grind against his face, and his hands grip on to me tighter. I wonder briefly if I’m suffocating him, but I’m too far gone to really care. My mind is complete mush, and all I can think about is chasing my high. My other hand drops to the back of his head, and I dig my fingers into his hair, which elicits a rumble from his chest as his movement quickens.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” he says quickly before his lips are back on me and sucking, flicking, and swirling on my clit some more. I grind against his face, squirming, my confidence increasing.
“Hudson… it feels so good… too good,” I say breathily, my eyes closed, my head feeling dizzy as my pussy pulsates under his tongue. He moves his hand then, and it sweeps across my thigh before he’s pushing a finger inside me.
“Oh my God, oh my God…” I pant. I haven’t really watched porn, but I have a feeling this is exactly what they sound like. With no other noise around us, the property in darkness and nature asleep, my moans and pants and whimpers are vibrant in the air, but I can't stop them, and I don’t even want to.
“Come on my tongue. Let go for me,” Hudson tells me, as his tongue teases my clit again, his finger moving in and out with perfectly pressured thrusts as I push my head back into the soft blankets, feeling myself reach the peak.
“Oh God… oh God… oooooooh, Hudson!” I’m crying out within the next blink, letting out a little squeal, looking up at the stars as he provides me with my own. My body arches as Hudson's head remains buried, sucking on my clit, and my entire body shudders in his hold as I come. I’m breathless, quivering as Hudson slows his movements and peppers kisses to my clit and upper thighs before crawling up my body. I feel like I have spent a month at a day spa with how relaxed I am now.
He is still in his opened jeans, his hardness bigger than before, and he hovers over me, waiting for me to look at him. My cheeks heat as I slowly open my eyes, my body completely liquid, as it dawns on me that was my first orgasm a man has ever given me.
“You alright?” he asks, watching me carefully, a small grin dancing on his face.
“I’m better than alright,” I whisper, my eyes hazy. As I look at him in a new light, a smile curls my lips. I run my hands through his hair, the softness in stark contrast to his hard body. “I want to feel you,” I say quietly as myhand trails down his cheek, his shoulder, his skin warm under my touch.
I no longer feel like the daughter of a sick woman or the girl who was tied up and left for dead. I feel like Lacy. A smart, independent woman who knows exactly what she wants. And what she wants is staring right back at her.
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HUDSON
Iwatch her closely, seeing a flickering of emotions cross her eyes. My heart is thudding, my body hot and my dick so hard in my jeans it could split wood. But I wait. I have no idea how experienced she is with men, but after that orgasm barreled through her and onto my lips, I feel like it has been a long time for her.
“I want to do that again,” she whispers so delicately it barely reaches me. As she smiles up at me, her whole face lights up, and I sink down to her and kiss her plush lips. I wasn’t sure of a lot of things coming here tonight. I wasn’t sure if she would open up to me; I wasn’t sure if she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but right here, right now, all hesitation flies completely out the window.
“Damn, Lacy baby, I could do that every day of the week,” I murmur, my nose nudging hers, and I see her biting her bottom lip, a dead giveaway she is thinking about something, so I pause for a moment. I watch her face; her eyes look a little glassy, and it’s almost like her stresses are melting away right before my eyes. Thosebeautiful butterfly wings are spreading, and I feel Lacy the woman starting to bloom even more.
“I want to taste you.” Her voice is so soft with her admission, even as my dick twitches in response, I need to make sure that’s really what she wants.
“You don’t have to,” I say, shaking my head. I don’t want her feeling like she has to repay me for anything.
“I want to,” she says, more firmly this time, answering my internal question. I look at her, seeing if I can see any hesitation in her face. There is nothing but wanting, which heats my body from the inside out.
“I have been dreaming of having your lips on me,” I admit, and her grin widens.
“Looks like we both get what we want, then.” Sitting up quickly, she forces me to move and roll over onto my back as she straddles me. In nothing but her underwear, under the navy inked sky, this is a sight that will live rent free in my head for years to come. Bathed in nothing but the full moonlight, in lace, looking so innocent and perfect.
“You are fucking phenomenal, you know that baby?” I tell her, the endearment falling with ease from my lips. Her slight blush and her small smile tell me my words resonate somewhere within her. I run my hands up her bare thighs, both to keep her warm and to touch her, not able to stop and loving how soft she is.
“You keep showering me with your words and your gifts, Hudson, and I’m going to be one very spoiled woman.” She runs her hands across my naked torso, and my skin prickles in the wake of her touch. She is right. I want to spoil her. Shower her with affection, lust, andgifts. I know she isn’t someone who has had a lot of any of that, and I want to be the man who gives it all to her.
I admire her now, seeing that the strength she shows so much in her everyday life comes out in her sexual prowess. And while I know she hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time, thanks to the gossip I hear from my mother, I have a feeling Lacy is just as confident with herself in the bedroom as she is out of it.
“I want you to tell me about all this, but another time,” she says, eyeing my chest, the colors and patterns swirling on my skin. They’ve been my own private endeavor. The creativity, the pain, all of it has helped me over the past few years. Her hands delicately move down my bare torso, her nails lightly scraping my skin, making me swallow a moan.
I push my jeans down as she lowers my underwear, and my dick is raging, popping straight out for her, and I revel in her sharp intake of breath. She bites her bottom lip again as her eyes remain glued to my cock, so I palm it, wrap my hand around myself, and pump. Having never been this hard before, I pray I don't come too soon.
“Isn’t that my job?” she says, looking at me with one eyebrow raised in a challenge, and I smirk.