Chapter 40 #2
“You,” I say. “Just you. And I think.” I pause. “No, I know, that’s all I've ever wanted.”
He doesn’t wait, he crosses the room and I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around his back, and his mouth fills mine with every desperate plea, every midnight knock on my door, everything we’ve withheld from each other in fear.
His tongue parts my lips as I taste the peppermint of his kiss.
My fingers tangle in his hair as he lands us flat, high on the mattress.
My head cradled by pillows, my body crushed by the delicious weight of him.
I’m frantically unbuttoning his shirt as he growls my name into my ear, kissing his way down my neck with desperation, apology, and promise.
I feel him hard pressed against me. Our kiss isn’t soft, our mouths are warring to take from each other what we haven’t allowed ourselves this freely. We’re starved, unrestrained.
I’m kicking my shoes off while he strips himself of his clothes, standing hard in a pair of black boxer briefs that remain as the only thing containing him.
The taste of him, a memory on my tongue, the feeling of him, surges to the front of my brain and between my legs as I unbutton my jeans, the awkward shimmy out them spreads a delicious smile across his face.
Where he steps forward and grabs me by the ankle.
Yanking me toward him, wrapping his fingers around the waist of my jeans, pulling them and my underwear down.
When my legs are free from the denim, he steps out of his own underwear as I reach for him, calling out his name.
He wraps his arm under my back and slams himself hard and fast. Unlike anything imaginable, my back arches off the bed and he pulls my chest against his, so our breathing can remain frantic but in sync.
I cry out, him thrusting so deeply into me I can barely keep my head up, so I sink my teeth into his shoulder, but he grabs me by the jaw and steals my mouth for his.
My head lolls back into the pillows as his hand cups my face and he runs his thumb across my bottom lip. Gathering its moisture as I suck it into my mouth. He groans as he thrusts harder, faster. As his hand moves to cradle the base of my skull.
“Eyes open, sweetheart,” he says, coated in desire. I try to blink my eyes open, he comes into view as his dark hair falls in his face, and beads of sweat trickle down his chest.
I can feel my eyelids heavy, all my energy focused at my core where I feel everything all at once.
He pulls out quickly, and the walls of me are desperate to keep him in, but I’m empty, painfully empty without the overwhelming thickness of him.
And my eyes burst open, as does my mouth, ready to say something.
“You can have your eyes on me, or you can have your eyes on me fucking you,” he says in a voice so deep it rolls through my body completely. “But I’m done pretending. It’s time for you to see what you really do to me.”
I reach down to grab him, but he just shakes his head with a deep, throaty laugh.
“Nuh uh, not until you tell me you understand,” he says as he slips a middle finger inside of me, soaking wet and desperate for the rest of him, and his thumb applies pressure, making small circles, teasing me, keeping me on the edge.
“I understand,” I pant out. And the dark smile that broadens his face is something I want no one but me to ever see again. He removes his hand as he thrusts hard and fast, and this time my eyes don’t break from his.
The small amber ring around his pupil appears to move, like a dancing flame fighting from being swallowed up by the blackest hole. I have no control over the sounds that escape me, and he devours every. Single. One.
This is charged by every fight we ever had, tearing into each other when we should have been tearing each other apart. We’re making up for it now. Despite the last weeks we spent tangled together, this is the most honest we’ve ever been.
I’m close, we’re both on the edge of something more terrifying than the orgasms fighting to break free through our bodies, and the pace of this is us racing to get there.
“Lou,” he groans out through a ragged breath.
I throw my legs tightly around his back, locking him in me, doing all I can to keep my eyes open.
He’s still moving, deeper and deeper within me, and I can’t contain it anymore.
When my legs clinch tightly and he pulls me close to his chest, his hand holds my face as I breathe the ragged, short, shared breaths between us.
I come wildly, as does he, and I dig my nails into his back, leaving the claw marks that would be carved into his skin if anyone dared to try and drag me away.
Hudson’s sweat-slicked body collapses on mine, with his forearm slipped under my head.
We’re pressed together when he rolls us, one combined being, so he’s on his back and I’m flush against his chest, nestling into his neck while he’s still inside of me.
The aftershocks of my orgasm tightening around him, and I feel him twitch in response.
He brushes the sweat-clustered hair from my forehead and replaces it with a soft, gentle kiss.
“I love you.” It’s said with all the air in his lungs.
“I love you, too,” I say, and I hear him sigh in relief. “Lucky for you, we’re already married.”