33. Hudson
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HUDSON
W e push through the door to my penthouse like we have just been unleashed.
“This fucking dress,” I growl, pulling it from her shoulders. The fabric is so light and dainty, it glides to the floor, leaving her completely fucking naked in nothing but a pair of gold strappy stilettos that do something to my insides that has my knees nearly buckling.
“You like the shoes too?” she hums, and my eyes flick from her feet to her eyes. The smug look of satisfaction is about to be fucked right off her face.
“You’re teasing me,” I growl. As I rip the dinner jacket from my shoulders and slam my lips into hers, her hands cup my face, pulling me to her.
“I like teasing you,” she murmurs against my lips as I grab my shirt and rip it open, buttons flying across the room. I yank it from my body, not giving a shit that I just ruined it.
Her hands are already opening my belt, and I kick off my shoes as our lips continue to consume each other, our need evident, like a palpable presence surrounding us. I’ve been hard for her since we left for the restaurant, and now I’m almost at the boiling point.
“I like everything about you,” I groan as I kiss down her neck. She unzips my pants, and they quickly join her dress on the floor at our feet. I don’t stop my lips as I kiss down her chest, taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking as she pushes down my underwear, me walking her farther into my penthouse. The two of us are now naked, the only thing on her body the high gold heels that I want digging into my back.
“Oh God, I need you…” she says with such a lustful desire as her eyes take me in, and I feel like the fucking Hulk.
“You’ve got me.” I grip on to the back of her thighs, lifting her to me. Her legs wrap around my middle with ease as I walk us a few steps to the windows. The city lights sparkle below, and she inhales a sharp breath as the bare skin of her back touches the cool glass panel. Her nipples pebble, goosebumps littering her soft skin, her face glowing, and I can’t wait another second to run my lips over every inch of her, licking, tasting, kissing all over.
“You’re mine, Lacy baby. All mine,” I grit out, feeling almost feral. The two of us are so urgent for each other we have left a trail of clothes on the ground in our wake, our hands gripping and exploring, lips kissing wherever we can reach as we pant. But the words are not a lie. She is mine. In every way possible. I’m completely enamored by this woman, feeling with certainty that she is the one. The one person who was put on this earth for me.
“Fuck me, Hudson,” she begs, and that is all the invitation I need before I position myself at her core. Her legs tighten around me slightly, and I slide into her easily, feeling like I’m truly where I belong.
“Oh God,” she exhales as her head falls back against the window, and I start to move in earnest. I’m demanding, my hips pushing against hers, the sensations almost overwhelming with her wrapped around me.
“So perfect, Lacy. You are so fucking perfect.” My teeth gnash together when she moans beautifully in response, because I don’t want to come too soon. I’m not sure if it was the champagne or the fact that we are somewhere new and different and out of Whispers, but she’s totally relaxed tonight and getting more confident with me by the second. Her body jolts against the glass with every one of my thrusts, her hands threading into my hair, the familiar sting at my scalp turning me on even more.
“Hudson… Oh God, this feels so good,” she moans and whimpers, her voice like a caress along every nerve ending. My cock thickens and throbs as our skin slaps together, the two of us chasing our high like the world is ending. It’s then I realize we forgot a condom.
“Fuck, Lacy. Condom,” I grit out, not stopping, but slowing my pace until her eyes meet mine again.
“Don’t stop. Hudson, don’t you dare stop.” Her eyes are wild, cheeks flushed, and without another second of waiting, she’s grinding against me for more.
“I’m clean,” I tell her, wanting us to be safe .
“You are the only person I have been with since college. I’m on protection, though,” she says, breathless, and I brush my lips against hers, our tongues dancing as my thrusting continues. Her body jolts in my arms where I hold her against the window as my hand smooths between us to find her clit, rewarding me with a dragged-out moan of my name.
Lights glitter outside, and I can’t fathom the fact that the world carries on as normal while I’m gripping her ass, white-knuckled, not able to get close enough to her. I have her exactly where I need her, but I still want more. The understanding that I will never get enough of this woman dawns on me as my jaw clenches and my arms flex, feeling so much emotion and giving all to her. It has been a long time since I was bare with a woman, my late wife the last time, and I don’t remember it feeling like this.
“So good, more. It's so good,” Lacy whines, and I squeeze her ass in my palm, bringing her to meet me with every thrust. It’s too much, and I know she will bruise, but her hips are joining mine, and I need to fulfill her need. When my fingers pinch, then circle her clit softly, in complete contrast to how we’re fucking, her hand leaves my hair and slaps against the glass, body arching. She looks fucking amazing, and this is the hottest sex I have ever had in my entire fucking life.
“Hudson, you’re gonna make me come. Please don’t stop,” she warns, and I smirk. Fuck yeah, she is.
“Me too, baby. You have me so damn hard,” I moan, kissing up her neck, feeling my balls tighten as her hips move quickly against mine .
“Oh shit, Hudson,” she pants, her voice a little higher pitched as her hand comes back and she grips on to my shoulders.
“Let go, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock,” I grit out, and my words are enough to have her coming.
“Hudson!” she screams out into the penthouse, her fingers digging into my shoulders so hard I grimace, but I barely feel the pain as I come straight after her with a roar.
“Lacy!” I thrust into her, my hand clenching her ass as I come. The two of us pant, sweating and moaning, her head falling forward and resting against mine. We are silent for a moment, our rapid breathing all that we can hear as I kiss her lips tenderly.
“That was…” she says, barely able to get the words out. She now feels like jelly in my arms, and I huff a laugh because I can barely stand up as well.
“Amazing,” I finish for her, keeping us together as I pull her back from the window.
“Do you think anyone saw us?” she asks almost timidly, glancing over her shoulder at the window as I walk her to the bedroom.
“I don’t care. I want the world to know you are mine,” I tell her, and her head whips around to look at me with the softest smile.
“And you are mine,” she says seductively as I kick the bedroom door closed. Her words hold meaning, and as we look at each other, I know something has cemented between us. This is it. She is it. So with the night still young, I carry her to bed, knowing we both want more.