Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
HUDSON
The moment she walked out of the bathroom, her skin still glistening from the shower, her creamy bare shoulders…I wasn’t surviving tonight.
I sink my hand into her waist. She’s soft and warm. I slowly run my hand up under her tank until my thumb brushes below her full breast.
“Hud,” she gasps again, arching into my touch. The familiar way she’s shortened my name feels right.
I lean my body slightly over hers, kissing up her neck. My thumb finds her peaked nipple and I gently rub around it. Her hand rakes into my hair, holding on. I love her boldness. I want to see her unravel for me in this bed. Our bed.
My wife.
That fucking turns me on in ways I wasn’t expecting.
I nibble on her lobe, my hot breath stirring her more. Her thighs are restless as she whimpers and moans.
At her ear, I whisper, “Has anyone tasted your pussy, Goldie?” Her hitched breath at the question makes my cock jerk.
“Never,” she exhales.
“That is a damn crime. But I’m honored to be the one to give you that,” I say, facing her and kissing her deeply.
She responds instantly, taking what she needs. Wants. Her tongue seeks mine confidently, stroking, flicking. Damn, this woman can kiss. I roll over her and those thick, delicious thighs part for me to sink in between. Violet lifts her hips and grinds against my hardness, seeking.
“My wife wants to come?” I growl, which seems to do the same thing for her as her calling me her husband does to me.
She’s wild in my arms. “Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Hud.”
I kiss down her curves, sucking her nipples through her cotton tank. Taking matters into her own hands, Violet grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it off the bed. Chuckling, I give her generous bare breasts attention.
“These are fantastic,” I lick around her other nipple. I lean back to get my first look. Plump, creamy, peachy areolas and tight tips. “Damn, Goldie. You’re perfection.”
Her blue eyes are bright, alert. She runs her fingertips through the sides of my hair. Shivers scatter down my spine, pulling a groan from me.
“I want you naked as well,” she demands softly.
“I haven’t gotten you fully naked yet, Goldie.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Husband?”
Shit. I almost came. That title from those lips, that look in her eyes…the moment I’m inside her, claiming my wife, even in this pretend role-play bubble we’re boldly stepping into, will ruin me. I already know. Every new facet of my new wife has been a revelation.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, I kiss down her soft stomach, hook my fingers into her sleep shorts, and pull them down. No underwear. I look up at the hooded blues, focused on my every move.
“Is this a regular occurrence? No underwear?” I ask, sure I can’t handle what the answers going to be.
She bites her plump lip and grins. “Never with pjs. It’s healthy to let her breathe.”
I goan, tapping my forehead against her naked hip. “I’m going to always know you have nothing underneath now.”
Her melodic giggle tugs my heart. “Good,” she whispers. “Whatever keeps you coming back for more.”
I lift my head and narrow my eyes. “Be careful what you wish for, wife.”
“Too much talking, husband,” she says, tilting her hips up.
Chuckling, I get to work, removing her shorts and settling close to her core, holding her thighs open. Her inner lips part, glistening, dripping with heat. I drag my nose along her inner thigh, smelling the wildflower body wash she just used on her skin.
When she moans, tugging my hair, I finally get my first lick, and holy shit, I’m going to live on my knees for this angel. I give her a thorough tasting. Violet chokes for air, and her torso crunches upward sharply with the impact of pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she pants. “That feels…that…Hudson.”
I hum, flicking my tongue along her clit.
The vibration plus the assault from my mouth causes her to cry out.
Music to my ears. No other man has done this for her.
What the fuck is wrong with them? Then again, I love being her first in this.
While she’s my wife, no one fucking gets this privilege but me.
It will be my mission to show her body all it can experience, all she deserves to feel.
My fingers dig deep into her thighs, keeping her from closing them, her body jerking. I sink one then two fingers into her tight heat, curling the tips.
“Hudson,” she cries out, tangling the sheets between her fingers. “Yes,” she whimpers.
“Come for me, angel. I want to taste what I do to you,” I demand, pumping my fingers, curling my tongue around her swollen clit, and sucking it between my teeth.
Her scream of pleasure as her back arches, her legs straighten, her inner walls squeeze my fingers, almost has me spilling on the mattress.
Before she’s completely settled from her orgasm, I’m kneeling back and taking off my shirt, pulling down my pj pants and briefs, then reaching for a condom in my nightstand.
Her hands reach out and run over my tattooed chest, thighs, then her hand wraps around my hard as fuck cock that twitches at her touch, leaking precome, making her bold strokes easier.
“Fuck, angel.” I groan, tilting my head back, experiencing a full-body shiver and tingling deeply at the base of my spine.
Her hand firmly squeezes, and I can’t wait. If she does that a minute longer, I’m coming over her hand. And I need inside my wife. Now.
I remove her hand, kissing it, then resume rolling on the condom.
I lay over her body, our skin resting on each other’s for the first time, causing us both to groan.
Her legs wrap around my back, pulling me flush to her.
My pulsing cock nuzzles between her wet lips, parting them and nudging her clit.
Her fingers comb into the back of my head. Electricity runs down my neck into my chest. Violet brushes her nose with mine before pulling me down for a kiss. Her taste on my tongue seems to make her wild. Our kiss turns passionate, deep, almost desperate with need.
“Fuck me,” she whispers into my mouth. “Please, husband, I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck, Goldie. I won’t get enough.”
I back my hips up until my tip bumps into her entrance.
She’s so wet and hot, I have to remember to ease inside her.
It’s been a while for her. She’s likely as tight as she was before she slept with whatever pissant who didn’t know what to do with a goddess in his hands.
Her foot tucks under my ass and pulls me in deeper.
Groaning, I push my forehead into hers. “I need to go slow, Goldie.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not fragile, Hudson. Please don’t hold back. I can take it. I want you.”
I curse. “Angel,” I kiss her, sinking deeper inside pure heaven. “Your pussy is everything.”
I pull out, the glide wet, smooth, before I thrust deeper. Her walls ripple around my hardness, choking it. My next thrust is harder, taking me all in until our hips are flushed, my heavy balls tucked tight against her ass.
“So good,” she moans, her arms wrapped around my back, her legs a vice holding me tightly against her.
“Are you ready, Goldie?” I ask, my body in desperate need to lose myself in her.
“Don’t hold back. I want to experience you. All of you,” she pants against my lips.
I kiss her, digging my fingers into her thigh and pulling it higher on my hip. Opening her up, I sink deeper into her warmth. I start a slow rhythm until she’s encouraging me to go harder, deeper.
Soon, we’re giving in fully to this connection, this need, the chase for release.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I love it, Hud. So good.”
“My wife, this pussy was made for my cock. I fit perfectly. I want you to come, angel.”
She nods frantically, pulling the back of my hair. She has a chokehold on my cock. Her velvet slick walls pulse quickly, demanding my come. The slap, slap, slap of our skin echoes in the master bedroom, my grunts, her enthusiastic cries bounce off the walls.
“I’ll never get enough,” I chant, my hips chasing, retreating, and eager to sink back into heaven.
“Come for me, husband.”
I never stood a chance. I’m gone after that.
I reach down, find her clit, and get her there with me.
Tucking my head into her neck, Violet meets my thrusts.
My heart races, my body ready to explode.
Her pussy locks around my shaft, making retreat almost impossible.
Then she finally lets go, crying out my name.
I shout, the heat at my spine along with the tightness in my balls releasing in all directions. I thrust hard into Violet’s body, freezing before the overwhelming sensation makes me lose control. Jerking, I groan, moaning into her body as I fill the condom.
Stars burst behind my closed eyelids as the aftermath rushes through my veins like fresh water. Time stands still. I wrap her in my arms, holding her firmly, rolling our bodies slightly to the side so I can collapse without suffocating her.
My ears ring as sound filters back, spatial awareness returns, and reality bleeds in. Her fingers softly caress up and down my back.
“Wow,” she whispers.
Pulling back, I search her face. She’s glowing, her eyes are soft as she smiles. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
Her already flushed cheeks darken. “You’re incredible,” she says, combing my hair off my face. “That was everything.”
“Better than your first?” I ask, already knowing that twit didn’t take her that high. She didn’t let go the way she just did with me for him.
She laughs and the sun just beamed its rays into our bedroom. “So much better.”
Overwhelmed by this ache I’m feeling in my chest, I kiss her, intimately, sweetly.
I roll off and take care of the condom in the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face before turning the faucet to warm.
I damp a washcloth and return to her, stretched out confidently and completely naked over the sheets.