9. Hudson
HUDSON
The door slams behind us, and the restraint we’ve been clinging to shatters like glass.
Ivory’s laughing, cheeks flushed and eyes wild, dripping water across the floor, her towel barely clinging to her body.
The city’s glow spills through the windows, turning her skin golden.
I click the extra lock behind us, and suddenly, she’s in my arms, mouth hungry on mine, tasting like chlorine and something so sweet it almost takes me to my knees.
“Hudson, please,” she breathes, and it’s all I need. Everything that’s been burning under my skin for days ignites, not wanting to hold anything back.
Not tonight. Not with her.
I peel the towel from her shoulders, letting it hit the floor.
She stands in front of me completely naked and dripping wet, her hair tangled and wild, her body trembling with anticipation.
Her hands slide to my waist, fingers fumbling for the knot of my towel.
She tugs at it, clumsy but desperate, loosening the thick fabric until it unravels and falls to the floor.
I stand there completely exposed in front of her, as she looks back at me like she needs me now.
I groan, grabbing her by the hips, pushing her up against the nearest wall.
Grasping her wrists, I lift her arms over her head, pressing my mouth to her pulse point in her neck, kissing down the curve of her throat.
She whimpers while arching into my touch.
“Let me see you,” I whisper, taking a step back.
She’s perfect.
Even in the dim light, I can see her small, perky tits are flushed, nipples pebbling in the cool air, water droplets tracing the lines of her body.
I drop to my knees and kiss her stomach, licking a bead of water from her navel down to her bare pussy.
I spread her thighs, drape one leg over my shoulder, and drag my tongue slowly through her thick folds.
Tasting her, I savor the sweet, salty, slickness of her arousal.
She gasps, her fingers sinking into my short hair as I bury my face between her legs, licking and sucking her clit until she’s writhing for me, her whole body trembling under my mouth.
She tugs me up, needy and impatient.
My cock is aching, standing at attention. She looks at me, really looks, and her tongue slips out to wet her lips.
“You’re… beautiful,” she whispers. I’m pretty sure I’ve never had a woman tell me my dick was beautiful before. But I like it. “Is it going to fit?”
I grin, but it’s feral. Masked with hunger. “Yes. But we’ll take it slow, angel. I promise.”
She nods, trusting, and suddenly, I can’t keep my hands off her. I scoop her up, like a groom does his bride, carrying her down the hall.
She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing my jaw, my ear, nipping at my throat. I lay her gently on the bed and climb over her, bracing myself above her small, delicate body.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, voice rough as gravel. “I need to hear you say it.”
She meets my eyes, fearless and begging at the same time. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
I crash my mouth to hers, kissing her hard, tongues tangling, our bodies arching together.
My hands roam everywhere, over her breasts, her ribs, the delicate curve of her hip.
I worship every inch, memorizing the feel of her skin.
I kiss down her throat, bite her collarbone, the spot just above her heart.
Moaning, she digs her nails into my back.
I slide lower, take a nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue before sucking, hard and slow.
She gasps, hips jutting forward, letting her legs fall open.
I switch to the other, giving it just as much attention, teasing her until her thighs tremble and her breathing goes ragged.
My hand slides down, fingers slipping between her legs, finding her slick and swollen, so fucking ready for me.
I rub her clit, feeling her tense. “You’re so wet for me, baby. God, you’re perfect, Ivory.”
She blushes and gives me a little whimper, rolling her hips against my hand.
“Please, Hudson. I need more.”
I slide a finger inside her.
Fuck. She’s so tight. I go slow, gently stretching her. Her pussy clenches around my finger, mouth falling open as I curl my finger, working her G-spot up and up.
“That’s it, Ivory. Let yourself feel it.”
“Oh God, Hudson. That feels amazing.”
Hesitantly, I add a second finger, trying to help stretch her further.
Her body is a miracle. So responsive, every tremor and moan that escapes her lips is just for me.
I keep my thumb on her clip, teasing, until she breaks apart for me, her orgasm so strong it drags a shout from her.
She clings to me, shaking, her release pulsing through her in waves.
“Hudson…” she sobs, voice choked with feeling, and it damn near undoes me.
I kiss her, softer now, licking her tears from her cheeks, coaxing her down. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
When she’s calm, boneless and glowing, I kneel between her thighs, looking down at her. “We can stop if you want me to.”
She shakes her head. “No. I want you. I want to feel you inside me.”
That’s all I need. I spit on my hand, stroking myself slowly, watching her watch me, her pupils blown wide. I rub my thumb over the head, working more saliva down the length, making sure I’m good and slick.
I press the head of my cock to her entrance, teasing her, rubbing against her slickness. When I’m certain she’s wet enough, I line myself up, and I begin to push in, slow and careful.
She’s so tight, so fucking small, I have to fight the need to just push in and take what I want.
But I don’t. This isn’t about me. Tonight is all about Ivory. I keep easing myself inch by inch, watching every sensation she’s feeling cross her features. Pain, pleasure, shock, awe. I feel the barrier of her innocence, and I pause, kissing her deep.
“Are you ready? This might hurt, baby,” I whisper, voice cracking.
She nods, gripping my arms. “Yes. Do it. I want to feel all of you.”
“Take a deep breath for me.”
She does. And with one small but forceful thrust, I push past it, burying myself in her heat. She gasps, tears springing to her eyes. I freeze, holding myself still, brushing her hair from her face, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
She nods, blinking fast. “It hurts, but it’s good. I want you to keep going.” I groan, fighting the urge to pound into her.
I move slow, rocking my hips, while giving her time to adjust. Her body begins to open for me, inch by inch, her pussy milking me, squeezing so tight I see stars. I kiss her as I move, my lips brushing against hers with each thrust.
“Ivory,” I whisper. My fingers trace the curve of her jaw.
Her eyes flutter open to meet mine, and I press my forehead to hers, our breathing in sync as my hips roll against her. “The way you take me…” I groan, pulling her closer, until I can feel her heartbeat beating against my chest.
She starts to move with me, lifting her hips to meet each thrust, letting me know she’s ready. I pick up the pace, grinding against her clit on every stroke. “Hudson…fuck, I can feel you everywhere…so big…so deep.”
I grab her thigh and hook her leg over my hip, driving deeper. Her breath catches. “Holy shit,” she moans, loudly, her nails raking down my back.
“That’s it, baby. You just thought I was deep before. I want you to feel every inch.”
“Yes…Hudson, yes. I want all of you.”
Her pussy clamps down on my cock, and she tightens as she’s getting close. I reach between us, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me again, Ivory. Let me feel you lose control.”
She cries out, back arching as her orgasm crashes through her, muscles clenching around my cock and pulling me right over the edge with her. I lose it, groaning her name, coming so hard I see stars, spilling deep inside her as our bodies shudder and convulse together.
Shit. I didn’t even think about a condom. Fuck. Fuck…
She must see the panic on my face because she frames my face with her hands, forcing me to look her in the eyes. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I have been since I was sixteen, for my periods.”
Relief pours over me. We collapse together, and I pull her against my chest with her head tucked under my chin. I hold her close, breathing in her scent. My heart is still racing, but for once, my soul is quiet.
“Was it supposed to be like that?” she whispers.
I chuckle. “For us? Yeah. It’s always going to be like that.”
I kiss her hair.
I’ll never let you go. Not now. Not ever.
Words I don’t dare say out loud. But more like a silent promise.
Time stands still as we lie tangled in the sheets.
The world around us is quiet, except for the sound of my heartbeat and Ivory’s gentle breathing.
Her cheeks hold a rosy glow, her skin still glowing from our lovemaking, noticing the slight tremble in her limbs when she shifts against me.
The flutter of her eyelashes tells me she’s fighting sleep, her body completely spent.
I wish I could capture this moment and bottle it up.
Her perfect vulnerability, the trust in her half-lidded eyes, this haven we’ve created apart from the chaos of real life.
I press a kiss to her forehead and slide out of bed, tucking the sheets around her. “Stay here, angel,” I tell her, my voice laced with something that’s not just lust. “Let me take care of you.”
She nods, letting her eyes drift closed again as I pad to the bathroom. I run a warm bath, not too hot, pouring in something that says it's lavender, from a glass bottle on the counter. The water foams, and I test it with my hand, making sure it’s the right temperature before going back for her.
I lift her, naked and boneless, in my arms. “You don’t have to do this,” she whispers, but her voice is small and grateful.
“I want to,” I tell her. “Let me spoil you for a while.”
I carefully lower her into the bath, climbing in to settle behind her so she can lean against my chest. The water laps against her shoulders.
She sighs, letting the tension melt from her muscles.
I grab the sponge, letting it run water over her hair, again and again, until it’s completely soaked.
I grab the shampoo, something expensive that smells like wildflowers and a little like her, and gently lather it into her scalp, massaging in slow circles.
She relaxes into me, every tiny sigh making me want to give her more, give her everything.
I rinse her hair, careful not to let it get into her eyes. I run my fingers through the strands, untangling knots, washing away every trace of what we just did, but not the memory.
She lets me wash her body, and I keep it respectful. Taking my time to worship her body in a different way.
“Thank you for taking care of me, Hudson. I’ve never felt so cherished,” she whispers.
“I’ll always take care of you, angel.”
When we’re done, I pull the stopper and dry her off with a thick towel, pressing a kiss to her temple.
I carry her back to bed and slide in beside her. She snuggles into me, resting an arm across my torso, her breath warm against my skin.
For a long time, we just lie there, my arms a wall of protection to keep out the world. I stroke her back, slow and steady, silent promises laced in every touch.
“Don’t let go,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“Never,” I say back, pressing my lips to the top of her head.
We fall asleep like that, wrapped in each other’s arms. For once, there’s nothing to regret. At this moment, the only thing that matters is this; her in my arms, and our hearts beating to the same rhythm.
And I know, whatever comes next, I’ll fight for this. For her. For us.