Page 119 of Lucky Laces
Later we can go slow.
Later we can savor.
Later—
He pulls back, breathing heavy.“Open up, sweetheart.”
I still.“What?”
“Spread those legs for me.”
My breath hitches.
Then I do as he orders.
“Fuck,” he growls, crawling between my thighs and trailing his fingers through the slick heat of me.“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I choke, hips jerking, eyes going wide.
And then I’m gasping his name as he pushes a finger inside me.
His mouth curves and he bends his head, tongue flicking through my labia, stroking me inside and out.
“Hudson,” I groan as he licks me, as he slips in another finger and fucks me slow and deep and steady.
God, that feels good.
But it’s not what Iwant.
“Hudson,” I groan again as my orgasm starts gathering inside me.
It’s going to be big.
It’s going to destroy me.
I just…
I don’t want to have it alone.
“Hudson,” I say again, plunging my hands into his hair and tugging him away from my clit—and seriously, the man never misses, never falters in his rhythm.
Case in point?
Those fingers still fucking me.
The stream of warm air he blows on my pussy has me shivering before his eyes hit mine and he asks, “Yeah, DeeDee baby?”
I smooth his hair back.God, he’s pretty.“I love it when you call me that,” I whisper.
He smiles and it’s sexy as hell.“I know.But baby?”
“Yeah?”
His fingers flex inside me and my head falls back, a moan tumbling from my lips.“You got my attention, sweetheart,” he says, amusement in every syllable.“What’d you want?”
I lift it, try to focus.“You.”
His smile widens.
