Page 71 of Pictures in Blue
“If we’re going to do this.…no strings attached, we’ve got to be honest with each other. No judgment.”
No strings attached.
No judgment.
Honesty.That’s the one that gets me. The one that terrifies me.
I inhale deeply and exhale long and slow, like I was taught so many years ago. I look up to the ceiling to avoid his gaze. He said to be honest, but that doesn’t mean I have to look him in the eyes when I do it. “I’ve never done that before,” I say quietly.
“Done what?” he asks, his thumb traces lazy circles on my hand, leaving a trail of heat behind.
“Had anyone…umm…go down on me.” I flick my gaze to his and am met with nothing but soft features. Not a look of pity or one that says he’s stifling a laugh, but one of genuine surprise.
“Can I ask why?”
“I just never felt comfortable enough?” I say it like a question, even though I know the reason. “I’ve just always been too self-conscious about my body…my thighs. They’re big and…they jiggle. It’s not something I like and I’ve never been with a guy who has really ever been interested in…that,” I finish, embarrassed.
No answer. Just a stare from deep pools of green. “One,” he says, bending down to place a kiss on the inside of my right thigh. “Your thighs are beautiful. Two,” he places a kiss closer to my center on my left thigh. “All the guys you’ve ever been with are idiots if they can’t recognize what it takes to satisfy a woman. Three,” he says before placing the third kiss.
Alternating between my thighs, closer and closer.
Right…left…right.
“I plan to take my time with you, Avery. To give you what you deserve. And you deserve to feel beautiful.”
Deserve to feel beautiful.I used to wonder what that would feel like, but here with Hudson, I don’t have to wonder. For the first time in my life, I let go of the insecurities and let him explore.
No strings attached.
No judgment.
Honesty.
I give him a nod, my voice nowhere to be found and he takes that as permission to continue.
And I amsoglad he continues.
He swirls his tongue around the center of me a few times before he draws my clit into his mouth sucking and licking andholy. shit.My nerves are so far gone. Completely obliterated by this man kneeling between my legs.
His tongue continues its rhythm as he brings a finger to my entrance further teasing me. I buck my hips into him, seeking more friction than the agonizing pace he’s giving me. He lifts my right leg and places it on his shoulder, finding a better angle before he pushes a finger into me. My hands search for grip on the couch, the need to grab something, anything, overwhelming. I lift my head and look around for a pillow or a blanket, but come up empty.
Hudson’s eyes find mine and without stopping, he pulls the pony tail from his hair, letting it fall in front of his face, the ends softly grazing my skin. He grabs my hand and places it on his head. Ignoring the feeling of hesitation creeping into my limbs, I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer.
He adds a finger and I come undone, he moves faster at my reaction, his mouth moving in rhythm with his fingers.
I can feel myself start to clench around him and he must feel it too because he adds another finger as his other hand stretches up to find my breast.
He works my nipple between his fingers and there are so many sensations coursing through my body at once, I can’t focus on any specific one. I don’t know how he does it all at once, but I do know I have never felt like this before.
The feeling inside me builds as he moves his hand across my body to my other nipple, working it just like the first one.
He pinches it just slightly and finally, everything in me shatters in the best possible way. I have been broken apart from the inside out before, but not like this, never like this and I know this is the only way I ever want to break apart again. With him.
“Hudson!” I moan. He doesn’t stop. His fingers keep thrusting in and out while his tongue continues to focus on my now sensitive clit.
“That’s it, Sunshine,” he praises. His fingers move with precision. An assassin finding its mark. I grip his hair so hard, I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t have a bald spot there later. His fingers continue their attack and I am dead in the water.
Drowning. I’m never coming up for air as long as he’s inside me. I never knew drowning could feel so good. Could feel like this. Hudson is the oxygen in my lungs and he’s all I need to keep breathing. All I want.
