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“Is that what this is? Just another date?” she questions just as playfully as I edge inside her. She exhales shakily, and her head pushes back into the pillow as she welcomes me in inch by inch. I’m not a small man, and she has to stretch around me, but I grit my teeth, taking it slow.
“No, this is me making you mine,” I say as I pull out a little and push back in, quicker this time. She bites her bottom lip just as I feel her hips lift to take me deeper, and I growl at her eagerness. It makes it harder for me to restrain myself.
“Yours?” she says breathily, looking back up at me, her hands gliding up my bare forearms to my shoulders, her fingers caressing my neck.
“Mine,” I confirm, and she smiles as I thrust into her all the way.
“Hudson!” she gasps, her body arching into the mattress as her breasts push up against my naked chest. I lower my head and take her nipple into my mouth. “Make me yours.”
Her pleading statement is like music to my ears, and my thrusts quicken as I scoop my hands around herwaist, lifting her hips as I start to piston. Both of us moan in unison.
“Fuck, I love your pussy.” Our skin slaps as her hands fly up above her head, using the headboard for leverage as her legs widen for me.
“Oooh, shit… Hudson… You’re so deep, so good…”
“Wrap your legs around me, baby. Put them around my waist nice and tight,” I tell her, and she does, her legs locking my hips in, as I move my hand and start to circle her clit with my thumb. Her panting increases as our hunger does, chasing our orgasms within each other.
She pants and moans as I continue to thrust into her, looking down at her perfect body. Her breasts bounce in time with my thrusts, her mouth dropped open, her head pushed back, and her fingers white-knuckled.
“There you go, just like that. Clench around my cock, baby,” I murmur, feeling my release simmering just at the surface as she does just that. I’m not sure sex has ever felt this good.
Her eyes open and she looks right at me, her smile small as her panting increases.
“Yesssss,” she whisper-moans, and I know she’s close because her hips are moving rapidly against mine, the two of us so frantic the sounds of our skin slapping could almost be comical.
“So perfect. So fucking perfect. You going to come on my cock?” I grit out, barely able to say the words.
She hums, out of breath.
“Be a good girl, Lacy. Let go for me.”
“Yes… Yes… Yes!” she screams as her head pushes backinto the mattress and her hips push flush against mine, pussy fluttering around me.
“Fuck,” I shout, coming almost immediately as she does. “Damn, baby.” I let go, my release so hard my vision turns fuzzy, but through it all, our eyes stay only on each other.
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Hudson's body is warm and heavy lying on me, his hard breaths into my neck soothing. Our skin is coated in sweat, our hearts thumping madly, but for the first time in a long time, I’m truly happy.
“Lacy… Baby,” he moans, kissing my shoulder, and my grin widens as he moves. “Give me a moment.” Pecking my lips, he slides off the bed and into the bathroom, and I place my palm to my heart, resting it, hoping to calm it a little.
“You look happy?” he asks from where he is watching me in the doorway, and only now do I take the time to drink him in. I try to talk, but my mouth opens and no sound comes out as he stalks toward me, completely naked, and I get the full view of Doctor Hudson Hamilton.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases as he slides back next to me, the condom now taken care of.
“I prefer dogs,” I murmur, and he grins.
“Butterflies and dogs. I got it,” he says, nodding, his smile genuine.
“And giraffes. I really like them,” I say quietly as his hand coasts up my bare stomach and over my pebbling nipple. My body feels liquid, a soothing buzz simmering over my skin at his touch. I have just had two orgasms. Two. Never has that ever happened before, so I’m unsure how my body is burning up for him again already. But it is.
“Giraffes really like you too,” he murmurs, then leans forward and kisses me, softly and tenderly, almost like we are trying to freeze this moment in time.
“So this is your room…” I comment as he leans up on his side, his head resting on his elbow, watching me. Going at my pace, just like he said we would.
“For the time being, until we move into our new place,” he says, and I let my eyes wander. It’s massive, the bed itself bigger than I even knew was possible to make. His windows are large, the late afternoon sun warming the room, and thick luxurious drapes hang on either side. The carpet is soft and warm underfoot, and the decor is what I think Victoria would call luxe minimalist in tones of grays and whites. Not to mention, the bed is the softest I have ever experienced.