Page 42 of Hudson

My heart is pumping as I turn onto my side to face him completely. I run my hand around his waist to his back, and his arm underneath me holds me closer, sealing my front to his. Our tongues tangle as my lips tingle, and my body hums before my leg slowly crosses over his.

“Lacy… baby,” he moans, making my pussy throb. His kisses become firmer, his hand cupping my face, moving my head exactly where he needs me to consume me fully. It’s quiet except for little moans which I now realize are coming from me, my body almost vibrating in need.

“Hudson…” His name is a mere whisper off my tongue as he adjusts slightly as his mouth peppers my jaw with kisses before he moves farther south, kissing my neck. A shiver rolls down my spine, and my nipples peak as he nibbles on that spot right behind my ear where my neck meets my shoulder, the spot that has me turning to liquid in his hold. I have nothing else on my mind but him, his touch, the way he’s embracing my body.

“God, you are beautiful,” he murmurs against myskin, his breath a light caress. Our legs entwine with each other’s, and I can feel him hard against my hips, my underwear growing damp. Any inhibitions I have had fall to the wayside, my body almost on autopilot as it craves his touch. Needing some friction, my hips move against his, just as his denim-clad thigh lifts like he knows what I need. I grind down on him, seeking something, anything, that will provide some relief to my throbbing clit.

He moves back to my lips, our kisses now more demanding, and my hips move involuntarily against him. A low growl rumbles from his chest, but his lips don’t move from mine as his hand smooths from my jaw down my body, taking his time, feeling the curves of my shoulders, skimming across my front, cupping my breasts before he grazes the hem of my sweater and his fingers skirt across the bare skin at my waist.

“I want to touch you,” he says on a breath, and I nod against his lips. “I need your words, Lacy baby,” he says, brushing his nose across my jaw, his lips not far behind.

“Yes… Hudson…” I almost pant the words, feeling needy for his touch. It’s been a long time since I was in this position with a man. In fact, every other partner I have had was a mere boy when compared to someone like Hudson. Hudson is taller and broader than any other man I have been with, and from what I can gauge from the hardness pressed against my belly, he’s bigger elsewhere too. Not that my history is extensive. I haven’t even orgasmed with a man before. That joy can only be achieved by my own hand.

“I love my name on your lips.” His hand skimsunderneath my top and up my bare torso, my skin tingling as he cups my breast on the outside of my bra. My body arches into his warm touch automatically as I move my own hand to the front of his jeans, letting my fingers drag across his skin at his belt, then dipping beneath a little, and I feel another shiver ripple across his body.

“I love your hands on my body,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip so I don’t start purring like a cat in heat.

I don’t know if it’s the fact that we’re way up here in isolation on his property, whether it’s being with him and in his arms, or if it’s because I’m in my safe space under the stars, but I sit up abruptly and grab my sweater at the hem, whipping it from my body and leaving me just in jeans and my bra.

“Fuck,” Hudson groans, and then he is on me in under a second. His lips crash into mine as his body covers mine, settling me on my back and positioning himself between my parted legs. I feel all of him now and my hips move immediately, rubbing against his hardened length, and even with our jeans still a barrier, it’s already amazing. Brandishing my lips, he runs his down my neck, my head falling back and exposing my neck to him as he peppers kisses along my skin, moving down to my chest, pulling the cup of my bra down and taking my nipple in his mouth.

“Ahhh, Hudson. Mmmmm…” I whimper, jutting out my chest as he sucks on my nipple and his hand molds my other breast. Skin pebbling with goosebumps, my heart races. My usual busy mind is empty, my mind solely on this moment, on him, and instead of thinking about all the things I need to do, the only thoughts I have are wanting more of this, more of him.

Moving his mouth to my other breast, his tongue laps at my nipple as his hand cups my curved waist, squeezing me tight like he can’t get enough or like he is ensuring I’m real, before lowering to the waist of my jeans.

“I want… I…” I pant out, my body now on fire as my hand grabs at his shirt. “Off…” I say, not making any sense, but he knows exactly what I want as he sits up on his knees, looking down at me, and grabs his shirt at the back of his neck. As he whips it straight over his head and off his body, I lie stunned for a moment and take in his naked torso. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I’m seeing now. I blink a few times like I am trying to fix blurry eyesight, but the visual remains the same.

“Surprised?” he asks cheekily, still sitting up on his knees in front of me. I lift onto my elbows to get a better view. His hand drops to my face and rubs his knuckles up and down my jaw, and it’s then I realize I am staring open-mouthed at him.

“Like I said, it’s good to have a stress reliever… Stars are your hobby, this is mine,” he says, and my eyes flick from his, back to the canvas of art I’m seeing covering his entire chest area. It’s dark, so I can’t make out all the tattoos he has, but there are many. Staying clear of the neckline, they finish just above his wrists, so in his business attire you would not even know any of this is underneath. It’s a total contradiction between the smart, sophisticated doctor everyone sees. But it makes him immediately more approachable to a girl like me, and I like it. A lot.

Without thinking, I sit up, lean forward, and put my lips to his skin. I kiss him softly and slowly, across his pecs, his muscles so taut; clearly, he isn’t eating ice cream sundaes every week or indulging in cookies from the diner on a regular basis either. He is hot, hard, his muscles defined, and he hisses as my tongue darts out. I lick him, and his hand cups the back of my head, tilting me up as he leans over and looks at me from above. When I flick out my tongue, licking his nipple, he leans over, kissing me again, even more ravenously. As he does, my hands move to his belt, and I pull it open in my haste, wanting to explore the rest of him. His grip on the back of my head tightens as he pulls the hair at my nape, my lips opening in unison for his tongue to assault my mouth. I’m totally and utterly in this moment. I love letting him lead like this, moving my head where he wants to, gripping on to my hair so tightly the sting is small but welcome. It’s nice to have someone else take control. My day-to-day life is so scheduled and so overmanaged, giving myself over like this is like my own private medicine.

“Lie back.” His voice is rough, his command clear, and I move automatically, doing exactly what he says. I’m breathless as I lie back onto the soft blankets, him on his knees, looking down at me. His finger trails over my bare skin, skimming between my breasts and landing at the button on my jeans.

“I want my lips on you, Lacy,” he says, but it sounds more like a growl.

“Yes… Yessss…” I whisper, panting in a way I don’t even recognize. I feel like a deprived woman who has been waiting for this moment for years, and that isn’t too far from the truth. I trust Hudson, and under the quiet night sky, there is nowhere else I want to be but here.

Opening my jeans, he lowers the zipper and pulls the denim from my hips, straight down my legs in one almost fluid motion. The cool air hits my skin, and I slowly move my body against the soft blanket at my back, trying to combat the coolness on my front.

“Shit,” Hudson grits out. “You are a fucking vision.” His eyes travel up and down the length of me, now in nothing but my matching set of underwear. He takes his time, drinking me in, giving me a moment to catch my breath. The underwear I’m wearing was a gift from Victoria. She told me men love lace, and I have never had an occasion to wear the matching set until now. At this moment, I have never been more grateful to my friend because this set is my one and only pair of nice underwear and it’s been sitting in the back of my drawer for months.

Getting naked and turned on by a billionaire under the night sky on his multimillion-dollar ranch was never something I ever thought would happen to me. His finger hits the hem of my underwear, ducking underneath and skimming my skin at my hip. The soft touch makes my skin quiver as he breezes across my ticklish spot, before he grips my hip tighter as he lowers his head to mine.

“I want you to touch me,” I tell him, needing him to know I want him. I want this.

“Ohhh, baby, I plan to do more than touch,” hemurmurs against my lips with a sexy-as-sin smirk on his face before he kisses down my body, his hands trailing down my sides.

I should be cold, shivering, the night air almost frigid, but I’m burning up, desire swirling in my body like it never has before. Hudson's body sinks onto mine, and my legs open on either side of him instantly. When his lips hit my lace underwear, I gasp. It has literally been years since a man has had his mouth on me. His large warm hand grabs my ankle and then smooths up my leg, pushing me open wider before he sinks his fingers under the lace again, pulling the wet fabric to the side.

“Oh God.” I should be embarrassed by my neediness, how turned on I am, but I can’t process that as I anticipate his touch. It’s like I’m vibrating, strung tight with anticipation, yet melting like butter for more of him. He is taking his time, which is killing me, my body in a heightened state.

“You are glistening in the moonlight, baby,” he says, his mouth so close to me, I can feel his warm breath on my inner thigh.

I whimper in agreement, knowing how wet I am for him. I feel like I am pulsating, the need to have his lips on me almost making me combust.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs quietly as his fingers drag up my center, his touch soft before his lips press onto me, and I almost jolt up from the blanket.

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