35. Lacy
35
LACY
I moan, feeling every inch of my sore muscles, but feeling well rested as the faint glow of light hits my eyes. It’s our last morning in New York before we fly back to the reality of Whispers, my body, mind, and heart having all reached new heights these past few days.
Hudson has not only delivered more orgasms than I thought possible, but he has treated me like a princess. Wining and dining me, he’s taken me out and about to enjoy some sights before curling up together each night. I told him all about my college reality and now there is nothing left that he doesn’t know. I feel lighter for sharing, but I would be lying if I said I felt totally relaxed. I’m still on edge, wondering when the next note or gift will come.
I crack open my eyes, the soft-pink glow of the morning shining in from Hudson’s bedroom windows. The same ones that look over Central Park in his amazing penthouse that I am not sure I ever want to leave .
“What are you doing?” I ask, seeing him perched up on an elbow, looking at me.
“Watching you sleep,” he says softly as his hand lazily skims up and down my bare skin, from my hips to my breasts and back again. As I wake, the movement sends pulses to my center and my body stretches in response.
“That’s not creepy or anything.” I giggle.
“Hmmm, back to teasing me again already.” Smirking, he leans forward and kisses me. “Good morning, baby,” he murmurs against my lips as his hand travels from my chest down my stomach.
“Morning, Doctor,” I say, smiling, but then gasp as his hand glides straight down to my center, his finger circling my clit.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, all the while his finger continues to circle, my body tingling beneath the touch.
“Hmmmmm… really good now…” I close my eyes on a moan, feeling warm all over.
“Does this make you feel good?” he asks as his tongue flicks my nipple, almost in time with his fingers.
“Yes,” I say breathily as he pulls the nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling while his finger moves a little faster.
“Good.” His lips drag to the other breast, doing the same thing, and I bite my bottom lip.
“Your fingers are made of magic,” I pant out. My heart thumps harder when he slips a finger inside and presses against that special spot that has me whimpering.
“Your body is perfection.” Kissing my breast, he molds the other one in his other hand, playing me like a musical instrument. It’s like he’s become a master of knowing exactly how to touch me.
“I could wake up like this every morning…” My body arches as I feel my orgasm closing in on me.
“I want to wake you up like this every morning,” he murmurs against my skin as my hips start to move against his hand, building the friction in a way that has my eyes rolling back.
“Hudson!” I whisper-shout, and his finger works me overtime, knowing exactly what I need. He sucks on my nipple hard, thrusting his finger harder as his thumb strokes my clit with the perfect pressure, and I come quickly with another cry of his name.
“Good girl,” he groans, and I melt into his mattress as he kisses up my chest to my lips. We lie together, naked and kissing, taking our time, in complete contrast to last night when we couldn’t get to each other fast enough.
“Let's have a shower, then I need to feed you,” he says, sitting and pulling me up with him. I lazily follow to the bathroom and his enormous shower, which is similar to the one he has in Whispers.
As the water coats us, I start to come out of my pleasured daze.
“Tell me about these.” My hands glide from his shoulders down his torso. My fingertips graze each ridge of muscle in appreciation. It’s clear Hudson works out regularly; his body may as well be sculpted. “What does this clock mean?” I ask, as my finger circles the clockface on his chest.
“Eleven thirty-five… It’s the time Harvey was born,” he says, soaping up his large hands before they rest on my shoulders. Spinning me around, he massages my muscles, and I groan in relaxation.
“What about the sunflowers?” I ask, looking up at him, and he smiles, enjoying my observations.
“My mother’s favorite flowers,” he admits.
“Hmmm, she has good taste. And these letters and numbers?” I frown as I try to make out the longitude and latitude crisscrossing his ribs.
“They are the geographic coordinates of Whispers.”
Nodding, I look at another one, a familiar symbol that I can’t quite place. “What’s this?”
“A Caduceus for medicine.” he says, and I hum as it’s all making sense. His whole life history is inked onto his skin.
“Why? Why tattoos?” I ask curiously. I love them on him, but it’s just not something I expected.
“I went a little numb when Amanda died. She was young, the loss was great. I was left with this tiny human and didn’t really know what I was going to do. I needed to feel something again. To feel like me again,” he explains, the two of us standing in front of each other, eyes not wavering from the other as the water streams down. There is nowhere to hide here from our vulnerabilities. “The tattoos were the one thing I felt like I could control. The pain of etching into my skin is the one thing that grounded me. A little like your stars,” he says, and I smile even as tears glaze my eyes, understanding all too well.
“What's this one?” My hand smooths across his wet skin, my fingers skimming what looks like a flame.
“Marie’s Place,” he says, and my eyes flick back up to his as my heart stutters .
“I’m sure you’ve already been able to tell, but I tattoo things that represent periods in my life that have made an impact,” he says as his hands move to my waist to hold me tighter, punctuating the fact that this tattoo has me within the ink. With my stomach fluttering, I look back at the flame, the memories of that night still there, but less damaging with him by my side. I lean forward and kiss it. I kiss it because we came out of the fire together. Alive. But also, I kiss it because he has something of me on his skin. Something we endured together.
“Any plans for more?” I ask, still taking in the fact that we’ve been connected through something so traumatic and are together like this now. I continue to look over the other images and decorations that adorn his skin.
“Hmmmm. If you keep touching and looking at me like you are, then I would say yes.” Running his palm up my side, his thumb grazes my nipple, which is still peaked, until he moves higher to cup my jaw, tilting my head to look at me.
“I like touching you,” I tell him as my back arches a little, my chest moving upward to get closer to him. I run my hand across his hips to massage his cock, relishing how he pulsates in my hand. He drops his grip from my jaw and rests it around my neck, tightening before his thumb brushes across my racing pulse.
“You’re teasing me,” he grits out as I pump him languidly, and I feel him thicken even more in my palm. Moving his hand into my wet hair, he pulls it, bringing my head away from his chest so I’m looking up at him before his lips claim mine. The kiss is hard, scorching, his grip on my hair causing pleasurable pain to my scalp as his other hand cups my ass, squeezes, and pulls me to him. Our bodies mesh against each other, the water cascading down us both as his rock-hard length presses into my stomach. Moaning into his mouth, I hold on to him, pulling away slightly to drop to my knees.
“Baby?” he asks, looking down at me with fire in his eyes, the water hitting the back of his shoulders.
“Hmmmm?” I say as my lips take in his tip and suck, smiling around him as a moan rumbles in his chest.
“Jesus. Put it in your mouth, baby,” he murmurs as his hand rests against the wall behind me, his other hand running down into my hair again. I lean forward and take more of him, swirling my tongue like I do with the cherry stem, and I hear him moan again.
“Just like that… You suck my cock so well, baby.” I look up into his eyes as I do it again, taking him deeper this time, feeling my clit tingle as his expression holds pure want for me. Seeing him like this brings out a whole new side of me. I’ve never been so excited to get on my knees for a man.
“Fuck yeah… That’s it,” he groans, lifting his hand to slap on the tiles behind me to join his other one. With his hands now plastered against the wall, I take control and run mine up the backs of his legs, resting them on his ass, pulling him into me as my pussy flutters. “Your mouth is magic. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
There’s a desperation in his tone that turns me on all over again, and I suck him down in earnest. His hips start to move in and out of my mouth with small thrusts, and I rub my thighs together, needing the friction.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he warns as our pace quickens, and I nod with a moan around him. He comes with a roar, panting as I swallow his release and slide him from my mouth to sit back on my heels. I’m smiling like a fool as I stare up at his awed face, something in his eyes quickly changing from hunger to adoration. Hudson is quick as he lifts me from the shower floor, straight up onto his body, my legs automatically hooking around his waist as I giggle.
“You’re beautiful, Lacy. I am so glad I found you,” he says, and my chest feels heavy as he kisses me with so much more than lust.
“I am glad you found me too,” I whisper against his lips and circle my arms around him tight.
Hudson not only found me, but he made me into a butterfly.