7. Mila
7
MILA
I welcomed Hudson with open arms, wrapping my arms around his waist, placing my face against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat quicken. I wanted this. I wanted him. I saw the way he looked at me, how his eyes hazed with lust as his gaze roamed down my body slowly. I knew he was conflicted with the situation between us, but I could also see his desire take over, wanting me. So I opened up my arms, hoping he’d walk into them, which he did without hesitation.
He wrapped his strong arms around me, his hand caressing my back, the other tightly wound around my waist. Our bodies were pressed together. I inhaled a deep breath and he smelled so delicious, like the ocean and masculinity. When I walked into the room, I noticed his hair was still damp. With the freshness of his scent and his change of clothes, I figured he just took a shower.
When I woke up this morning, Hudson was gone. I learned his morning routine, which always started with a morning run on the beach. Since there weren’t any events scheduled today for the wedding guests, I decided to get into my bikini and sunbathe on the beach, hoping to see Hudson running by, which sadly I didn’t.
The last couple of days since the day we became intimate in the shower have been miserable. I tried not to make things awkward, but I was upset. Hudson attempted to converse with me, but I couldn’t give him engaged answers. The attraction was there between us, but he resisted and kept his distance, as if we weren’t obligated to be together as the engaged couple we were supposed to be.
“I missed you,” I murmured into his chest.
He loosened his arms and my body stiffened. Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
I twisted my head, looking away. He pinched my chin between his fingers and turned my head until our eyes locked.
“I missed you, too, angel. Let me show you how much,” he said lowly, then scooped me up and led us to the bedroom.
He kicked the door shut and laid me on the bed, a feral look filling his eyes as he hovered over me. He crushed his lips on mine in a demanding, hungry kiss. I parted my lips as his tongue slipped into my mouth, colliding with mine. Our tongues twisted and danced with one another as my hands draped around his neck. Bringing him lower, I erase the space between us. I took what I wanted in our kiss, needing more to make up for the days we weren’t together.
Our kiss was hasty, leaving me breathless. He pulled back, a sly grin spreading across his face. I gripped his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. He cupped my jaw, caressing my cheek with his thumb as he stared into my eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mila,” he said.
My cheeks burned, blushing. Before I can thank him, he kissed me again. His hands roamed along my body, stopping at my breasts and squeezing them. He reached behind my back, and I sat up enough for him to untie my bikini top. He tossed it off the bed, then cupped my tits again.
I moaned as he squeezed them and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking until it became a sharp peak. He teased my nipple with his tongue, licking and flicking it before sucking on it again, then tugged it between his teeth. I gasped after he bit down, then licked it to soothe the sting. Without neglecting my other tit, he paid the same attention, drawing out more moans from me.
He trailed kisses down my stomach until he reached the waistband of my bikini bottoms, then pulled them down and off my legs. His hands slid up my legs, pushing them apart, spreading me wide as he settled between my legs with his face near my pussy.
His finger stroked my slit, spreading my wetness. My hips squirmed and I moaned.
“Such a pretty pussy. Who owns this pussy, angel?” he growled, his eyes snapping up to mine.
“You do,” I said breathy. “Daddy owns my pussy.”
“That’s right, angel. No other man will take what’s mine,” he growled again, then licked up my slit.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
His tongue licked through my folds, exploring every crevice of my pussy. He rimmed my opening and thrusted his tongue into my pussy, tongue-fucking me. He held my hips down with one hand and used his other to open up my folds, exposing my swollen clit where his tongue gave quick flicks to stimulate it.
I mewled, pleasure growing inside me. I grabbed onto my tits, pinching my nipples. Pleasure shot directly from my nipples to my throbbing clit.
His mouth clamped down around my clit, sucking on it, getting me closer to reaching my climax. I ran my hands through his thick, salt and pepper hair, gripping on a fistful of strands as his tongue continued to work wonders on my pussy. A low groan rumbled, vibrating against my pussy.
“I’m coming, Daddy,” I whimpered.
He lifted up briefly, then said, “Look at me when you come, angel.”
My eyes locked with his, then he sucked on my clit hard, my core tingling. My pussy clenched, back bowed off the bed, and I cried out. Waves of pleasure ripped through my body as my body shuddered while he lapped up my release.
Hudson sat up, smirking.
“Do you know how turned on I am with you calling me Daddy ? It gets me fucking hard,” he growled.
I was trying to catch my breath from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had from oral sex, my eyes fixated on him. I watched him undo his shorts, pushing them along with his boxers down his legs, kicking them off his feet. His cock was hard and pointing right at me.
I licked my lips, his smirk growing. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it, my gaze watching his movement intently.
“Like what you see, baby?” he asked.
I bit my bottom lip. “Mmhmm.”
“As much as I want your pretty little mouth around my dick, right now, I want to bury it in your tight pussy,” he said, deep and raspy.
His dirty talk had me even more aroused, flooding between my thighs.
“I want you to ride me, angel,” he growled.
He laid down on the bed and I straddled his lap, looking down at him. He was so sexy and handsome.
I lifted myself on my knees, positioned his tip at my entrance, and lowered down slowly, my pussy swallowing his cock deep inside me until it reached the hilt.
Our breaths hitched, my pussy adjusting to his big cock. I felt so full, but it felt amazing.
I lifted up then lowered, riding his cock up and down at a steady pace. Then I ground down on his cock, rocking my hips and grinding on his groin. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me to go faster.
I leaned down, pressing my lips on his, tasting myself on his tongue. Our grunts and moans filled the air, mixing with the sounds of our skin slapping. His hand lowered to my clit and he rubbed tight circles with his thumb, getting me off again. I leaned back, grasping my tits as I slid up and down his throbbing cock.
“Oh God…I’m coming,” I panted into between my moaning.
My pussy clamped down on his cock and my body started to shake as I released my cum all over his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over Daddy’s cock,” he groaned.
As I came down my high, he gripped my hips tight, holding me still, then thrusted up. He was getting deeper, driving into my pussy, pounding into me hard and fast.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he growled, thrusting at piston speed.
He slammed into me one last time and stilled, his cock buried deep inside me, spurting ropes and ropes of cum as his cock jerked.
I collapsed onto him, his cock still inside me, our sweat-veiled chests pressed against one another. We were panting, trying to catch our breaths, before I lifted off him and rolled onto the bed, lying next to him. He got up, walking to the bathroom. I frowned, not sure why he was leaving me without saying anything. He came back with a damp cloth and cleaned us both up.
He laid back down next me, gathering me into his arms as we cuddled under the covers.
“That was amazing,” I murmured, snuggling into his side.
“It was…and so are you.” He kissed the top of my head.
“I’m glad you came to your senses.” I giggled.
He chuckled, swatting my ass.
“You’re a temptation, angel. I don’t think I can stay away from you.”
“Then don’t,” I said boldly, tipping my head back, looking up at him.
His eyes met mine, gaze softened, then he sighed.
“We’ll have this week, that’s all I could give you. I don’t know what’ll happen when we get back home.” A crooked smile appeared on his lips. “I hope you understand.”
My heart dropped. As I looked in his eyes, I can see that he was still at war with his emotions for me. If this was all he could give me now, then I’ll take it, but I knew this wouldn’t be over when we head back home. Not if I could help it.
I cupped his cheek, my thumb grazing the scruff across his jaw. The corners of my lips curled to a gentle smile.
“I understand, Hudson,” I said reassuringly. “At least we have this week.”
“Get some rest, sweet girl, we’re not done playing,” he said, his fingers gently drawing circles on my back.
I yawned and closed my eyes, feeling safe with Hudson by my side. No matter the reasons why we shouldn’t be together, we were good together. It felt right and I wasn’t going to let anyone, including him, try to break us apart this time.