Page 45 of Lucky Laces
There’s only the barest moment of hesitation, of shock, her body going still and stiff.But it’s a blip, the slightest moment in time, and before I can even think of letting her go, she’s parting her lips…and kissing me back.
Her tongue darts into my mouth, tangling with mine, and I chase it back into hers, tasting her, devouring her, committing each and every flavor to memory.
She moans, and it goes straight to my dick.
I was already hard—lying next to her, smelling her, all that temptation within arm’s reach...no surprise my dick was ready and raring to go.The stuff of fantasies, having her in my bed, my arms.But having her on my tongue is…
More.
It’s a single spark on a pile of tinder, setting me ablaze in an instant.
I roll, the stitches in my leg protesting, but even the burst of pain through my thigh can’t extinguish the need blazing through me.
I trail my hand along her side, dragging up her tank top as I move.
“Hudson,” she moans, her head dropping back, breaking the kiss, arching into my touch.
“Too much, beautiful?”I ask softly, bending and tracing my tongue over the tattoo on her ribs.It’s a flurry of lines, crisscrossing this way and that, forming an image I can’t quite see—or maybe one I can’t quite process because I’m too focused on what’s north of the ink.
The lush swells of her breasts, bouncing slightly as she keeps arching back, as her breaths come in rapid succession.
Christ, she’s beautiful.
All that silken skin, her curves, that tat, her?—
Tits.
I’ve succeeded in tugging up her tank, and fuck but her tits are perfect.Tear-shaped and large enough to overflow my palms, pink nipples tightened into taut buds that call out for my mouth.
Giving in to that call, I bend and suckle one deeply.
“Hudson!”she shouts, fingers diving into my hair, holding me against her flesh.
I take her cue and keep doing what I’m doing, but I take note of what has her fingers tightening in the strands of my hair, what has her hips bucking, seeking purchase.My dick, fuck it wants to be buried inside the tight, slick heat of her cunt, wants to give her what her body is so wildly seeking out, but I know I can’t let it go that far.
I can make her feel good, though.
Can make her feel fuckinggreat.
I yank the tank top over her head, spend my time feasting on her breasts then kissing my way up her throat, along her jaw, and finally back to her lips.
God, her mouth is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
Everything I’ve needed.
Her moans vibrate from her tongue and then along mine, her body writhing, her leg hitching over my waist as she grinds against me.
Red-hot pain along my thigh, but I don’t stop kissing her.
I do slide my hand along her side, dragging my fingers over her rib cage, across the dip of her torso meeting her hip, along the soft curve of her belly and the adorable divot of her belly button, and then down downdownuntil I reach the waistband of her pajama shorts.
Silky soft, but not nearly as soft as her skin.
She stills when I dip a finger beneath the elastic and I freeze at the sudden stiffness in her body, lifting my head, tearing my lips from hers.
“Too much?”I ask softly.
Her mouth is swollen, the stubble on my cheeks, my jaw having reddened her skin, and I might feel guilty if it wasn’t so fucking hot to see my marks on her flesh.“T-too much?”she stammers out, eyes hazy, those swollen lips parted on the question.
