Page 46 of Lucky Laces
I tap my fingers and those pretty green eyes go wide, her pelvis tipping as though trying to coax my hand down.
But she’d gone still at that first touch.
So I need to be sure.
“Baby,” I say, “I want to touch you.”I tap my fingers again, watch her eyes heat, feel her hips buck.“Here.”I slide my hand a little lower, until the tip of one finger is just brushing the slickness of her desire, loving the little gasp she makes, the shiver that trembles through her body when I ask, my voice a rasp, “Everywhere.”When she still doesn’t reply, I stroke lightly, mouth curving up at the edges.“Is that okay, baby?”
A little furrow appears between her eyebrows, confusion drifting across her face.“Is what okay?”
Grinning, I bend, nip at her bottom lip, catching her gasp with my mouth, tasting her on my tongue.
Only when my lungs protest, do I pull back, kiss my way along her jaw, pausing at her ear.“I want to make you come, sweetheart.”I nip at the lobe and she shivers again.“Let me?”
Still.
She’s so still.
Then she melts, hand sliding up my back, diving into my hair, holding me close when she says—or maybe orders, “Give me your fingers, honey.Make me feel good.”A nip to the corner of my mouth.“And when you’re done, I’ll return the favor.”
Blood arrowing for my dick, making me so fucking hard I could pound nails.
But I don’t delay in sliding my hand further into her pajamas, parting the slick folds of her labia.
“Hudson,” she moans softly, pelvis tilting as she grinds herself against me.
I explore slowly, noting what has the slick evidence of her desire growing, what has her head pressing more firmly into the pillows, a moan slipping free and filling the air.
But it’s when I focus on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy, lightly circling, stroking, that I know I have her.
I know it won’t be long.
I know?—
This will be far better than any of my fantasies.
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I’m close,so fucking close I can taste the edge of my orgasm.
It’s going to be good.
It’s going to be great.
It’s going to be the best ever, so huge, so big that it may rip me in two, so intense that I’m actually a little scared of the Mack truck of pleasure barreling down on me.
But the brakes are out and the collision is imminent and?—
Hudson freezes, his fingers on my clit, but no longerworkingmy clit.
And I need them moving again, need the gentle circling, the deliberate stroking.
Because…I’m close.
Because…I’mclose.
“Hudson,” I say, clenching at the strands of his hair, attempting to drag his mouth back to mine.
