Page 96 of Pictures in Blue
“Awwww, did you get me a flannel dress to wear?” I mock.
“Ha ha,” he laughs sarcastically. “No, but thank you for the idea. It’s over there on the couch.”
I turn to find a brightly colored blue dress that flares out at the waist and a neckline that is lower than anything I would usually wear. Honestly this is something Charlotte would wear. Something bright, colorful. Something that would be noticeable in a crowd. I don’t do noticeable. My colors are usually subdued. Dark, quiet colors that blend into the background. But the feeling brewing inside me at the knowledge that Hudson went to a store specifically to buy me an outfit is one I don’t want to push down.
“There’s shoes to match,” he must have moved without me noticing, because his voice is near my ear and I can feel his breath whisper across my skin like a rock being skipped across a lake. I look down near my feet and sure enough there are simple blue sandals to match the dress.
“No heels?” I joke.
“No chance. If I carry you later, it’ll be up to the bedroom, not to the hospital.”
“You have a hospital in this town?”
He ignores my jest with a kiss on my neck as he trails higher to the base of my jaw. I lean my head back, lightly laying it on his chest and let out a sigh.
“Mmmm, you keep doing that and we will never make it to the date.”
I bend over to pick up the shoes and dress, pressing my ass to feel the hardness of him. He is just as affected by me as I am by him.
“Not fair,” he groans, pressing himself into me. He grabs my hips to hold me steady and continues his rhythm. I don’t fight him and reach around to his ass and squeeze. I spank him playfully and am met with a surprised groan from him that I immediately want to hear again.
“Ohhh, you might have to do that again.” The playfulness is gone from his voice as he positions me on the couch so my top half is leaned against the back, knees spread, him settled in the center of me. He leans forward and grabs both breasts with his hands and I gasp at his touch against my bare skin. The rhythm of his hips continues as I grind against him, begging for some sort of friction at the spot that is most sensitive. Hudson reads me and places a hand down there, circling as he lightly pinches my nipple with the other hand, pulling another moan out of me.
His hands leave my body quickly so he can pull down my shorts to my knees and he unbuckles his pants. I hear the ripping of a wrapper and he comes back to his position, my body ready for him.
He pushes himself into me slowly and smacks my ass, mimicking my action from a few moments before. New kink unlocked for the both of us apparently because he moans with me and we move together. I feel a tug on my hair as he unties the ribbon and tangles it in his fingers. He gathers my hair in his fist and pulls softly until my back is pressed against his, our knees digging into the couch. His movements never slow and I lose myself in him.
“I want to see you,” he whispers against my neck. I turn to look up at him and meet his green eyes.
“Hudson,” I moan and he silences me with his lips, tongues clashing, moving together. He pulls away and watches me as he puts one hand between my thighs and the other firmly on my stomach pressing me tightly against him. The pressure starts to release and he doesn’t stop. His thrusts become more frantic as he reaches his peak and we both collapse together on top of the forgotten dress.
Our breathing fills the space and a sense of calm heaviness comes over my body and the idea of staying here with Hudson by the fire with take out sounds better than anything.
“Think you can move?”
I cuddle closer to him, “Not a chance.”
“Pizza?”
I adjust my head to look at him. “What about our date?”
“Pizza and a movie sounds like the perfect date, plus what I really had planned was for after dinner so you aren’t changing much.” He grabs his phone from the coffee table and starts searching for the number.
“Are you sure?”
He places a gentle kiss to my lips, one I eagerly return and maneuver myself on top of him. Tucking a section of hair behind my ear, he cups the side of my face. “Anything for you, love.”
My walls turn back into liquid and slide to the ground, a puddle slowly spreading, never to be built back up again.
“Plus,” his tone is lighter, playful. “You can model the dress for me later.”
By the time the pizza has arrived we are both clothed (mostly), with the rest of the lemon bars half eaten in front of us andElfqueued up on the TV because he insisted it didn’t matter what time of year it is, it’s always okay to watch a Christmas movie. I could only imagine Sky screaming “Bah Humbug” at the top of her lungs in protest of Christmas movies year round. I wonder why she seems to hate the holiday so much.
We settle next to each other after Hudson gets the pizza and lights the fire. It’s warm outside, but the fire feels nice nonetheless.
The longer the movie plays, the more Hudson fidgets. I’ve noticed he does that when he’s nervous. I don’t think it’s something he’s aware he’s doing, but his foot taps in a quick rhythm, or his fingers drum on whatever surface is in front of him.
I sit up and pause the movie. “Okay,” I turn to look back at him. “Why are you nervous?”
