Chapter 20 #2
I'd never been happier to own a chaise lounge and a stockpile of lingerie. He made me feel like a model. One who brought a man to his knees with just a come-hither look.
His hands gripped my hips as he continued his slow movements. I tried to move, to wiggle, to push back, and he held me steady. He was the one in control.
If I thought I'd be orchestrating what happened tonight, I was wrong. This man had quickly assessed the situation and flipped the script on me. He was in control.
"Please, Hudson." I'd never begged for sex. No one had ever made me want to. But Hudson was melting me into a pool of lust. "I need you."
"You beg so nicely," he said as he finally bottomed out, then paused, allowing me to adjust to his size. "I'm not sure I can go slow anymore."
"So don't." I looked over my shoulder, and he pulled back before sliding inside me again. I couldn’t do anything but hold onto the back of the chair. My breasts jiggled with each thrust as he drove me impossibly higher.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the orgasm that was threatening just under the surface of my skin. He touched my back; tingles erupted on my spine.
He reached around to tweak one nipple, then cupped my breast.
I moaned, unable to hold back any longer. Now that he'd loosened his grip on my hips, I was able to move, to ride his cock.
With one final swipe of his thumb over my erect nipple, his hand glided down my stomach and between my legs.
I widened my legs farther, arching my back, pushing against him. I was shameless, uninhibited.
He filled me so good.
His fingers worked my hard nub, and I couldn't hold back any longer. The orgasm shot through me, and I spasmed around his length. His hands moved to my hips again as he continued to pump through the waves of pleasure.
Then he thrust one time deep, his fingers pressing into my skin as he let go with a groan. When my heart rate slowed, he pulled out, tying off the condom and tossing it in the trash behind the counter.
I shifted off my knees, feeling a little sore from the position. He sat on one side of the lounge and pulled me between his legs. There was something decadent about lying naked on the chair inside my mostly empty shop.
He played with the ends of my hair, tugging until I looked up at him. "That was incredible."
I smiled. "I was hoping you'd like it."
"I can't believe you planned this. I thought we'd have a nice quiet date night, we’d make out on your porch, and if I was lucky, you’d invite me inside."
I gave him a look. "You had to know I would."
He chuckled. "I hoped. But I never imagined this. You're so sexy. I can't even describe how I feel right now."
"Like your heart is going to burst out of your chest."
He smiled. "Yes. Exactly like that."
I felt warm all over, my skin heated from what we'd shared.
I was positive my hair was mussed and my makeup smudged.
But it was still the perfect night. "It was better than I imagined.
I thought I might be the one to seduce you.
But as soon as I handed you the camera, you took over.
There was something about your energy. I wanted to follow your directions. I wanted to be your good girl."
"You hold all the power in our relationship, but you somehow tripped over my fantasy." His hand drifted over the lingerie, which was still open on the top and bottom, only covering my stomach. "You in this outfit, splayed out on the chair, open and ready for my every whim."
"You make it sound so naughty."
"What we do behind closed doors is just for us. You know if I took a picture, I'd never share it with anyone? I want to protect you. Not expose you."
"I know. I trust you." I rested my cheek against his chest.
"And I'd never betray your trust. I respect you too much."
I felt his words deep inside my chest. He was genuine.
His hand cupped my breast, and my breath caught.
"I don't think I'm done with you just yet. I hope you're not hungry."
I moaned as he continued to caress my breast, his free hand drifting between my legs. Then he repositioned me, so that I was facing away from him, and my legs were on either side of his thighs, spread. "I want to see you ride my cock."
I looked at him over my shoulder. "I want that too."
He shifted so that I was poised above his now-hard dick, and I slid over him.
His hands gripped my ass, spreading me so that he could see the spot where his dick entered my pussy.
I felt wanton, reckless. I was fucking a man in my shop.
But it wasn't just any man. It was Hudson, the man I was growing to trust more and more.
Soon, one day, I'd trust him with more than just my body.
But this was a good first step, and we were new. We had plenty of time.
This angle made him feel impossibly large. I felt every ridge of his hard cock, and his hands, shifting from my ass to my hips, helped me move. I bit my lip against the sensations. I was so open to him, so vulnerable.
He could use one of those pictures or tell anyone what happened, and he'd destroy me. But I knew he'd never do that.
He was a good man.
Then he reached around and cupped my breasts, flicking his fingers over my nipples, and I detonated. I rested my hands on his legs, my body trembling from the aftershocks. He took over, gripping my hips tightly while he pressed into me from underneath.
He thrust one more time deep and stilled, spilling inside me. I moved off him, liquid trickling between my thighs. "We didn't use a condom."
I heard the dismay in my voice.
He bit off a curse. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Let me grab a towel and water to clean up."
I moved carefully off the chaise, standing on the wood floor while he went to the break room. He returned with a damp washcloth, urging me to widen my stance so he could clean me between my legs.
He must have used the water from the bottles I bought for the workers because the water wasn't on.
Hudson inspected the chaise. "There's nothing on the chair."
I wasn't worried about the chair though.
He tossed the washcloth on the floor and moved closer, his hand cupping my jaw. "I'm clean. I was just tested."
My body flooded with relief. "I am too. And I'm on birth control."
"We're good then. But if something happens, and you are pregnant, I'll take care of you. I'm not going anywhere."
Something inside me broke open then, and I sagged against him. It was okay to let someone ease my burden, take on my stress. And just maybe he was the guy to do it.