“What’s this?” he said as he came up for air.
“I don’t know,” I replied, gasping. I wasn’t stopping.
His hands worked up the back of my shirt, unhooking my bra, and I slipped off my t-shirt, flinging it across the room. My fingers wrangled the buttons of his jeans as I worked to loosen his pants.
I straddled him as he cupped each of my breasts in his soft hands and then reached his hands around to cup my ass. Below me, I could feel his member begin to engorge. He steadied his hands on my hips and flipped me over to my back before sliding his pants off the rest of the way. He tugged at my jeans and pulled them off, then slipped a finger under the waistband of my panties, teasing me.
I laid, breathless, anticipating his next move. The tables had suddenly turned and he was in control. I was under him. He was dominating me. There was something so sensual about being with someone who wasn’t afraid to take control, someone who knew what they were doing.
With one swift move, he ripped my panties off and threw them across the room. I tossed my head back and ran my fingertips across my pert nipples. He ran his fingers down my inner thighs before spreading them wide and positioning himself at my hot and waiting lady kingdom.
His warm breath tickled me down below and soon I felt the swirling wetness of his tongue circling my clit. He slipped a soft finger inside me and began tickling my g-spot as his tongue worked the kind of magic I never knew existed.
Moans and sighs slipped out of my mouth as I made sounds I’d never made before. My hands reached down to my sides, gripping the comforter below me as I clung on for dear life. One of his hands reached up and massaged my left breast as his mouth stayed below. It was more stimulation than I’d ever felt all at once in my life.
“Oh, my God,” I yelled out. My hands pounded the bed below me as I tried to fight off the waves of sheer ecstasy I felt about to wash over me.
Without any sort of warning, Hudson stopped.
“What are you doing?” I panted. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”
He cracked a smile as he climbed off the bed. I watched as every muscle of his Greek God physique rippled and flexed while he reached down to grab something from his pants pocket. He pulled out a shiny gold square and ripped the tin packaging with his perfect teeth. It was a condom. I hadn’t seen one of those in a long time.
He rolled it onto his full erection and kneeled into position on top of me. With one hand gripping himself, he teased me with his cock, slapping my clit and rubbing it up and down between my lips.
“Please,” I sighed. I wasn’t sure how much teasing I could take.
With one fell thrust, he was deep inside me, filling my insides and expanding every muscle. I slipped my hands under his arms and held onto his hips as he thrusted deep inside me over and over again.
As his bare chest rubbed against my breasts and his cock rubbed against my clit, it was all I could do to fight off the orgasm that was headed my way. Little moans escaped my lips with every plunge, and I never wanted it to end.
“Look at me, Brynn,” he said. I’d realized I’d been squeezing my eyes tight the entire time. I opened my eyes, almost afraid to face the reality before me, and saw him staring deep into mine. “Be with me. Be present.”
I nodded as I bit my lip and stared back into his intense, chocolate eyes. He leaned down and kissed my lips, slipping his tongue around mine, and it was all over from there. I suddenly lost it. I couldn’t fight it anymore. Waves of pleasure took over as I let the most intense orgasm of my life wash over me.