Page 56 of Lucky Laces
Her lips are pressing to mine.
I groan, mouth opening, tongue sliding out.
She’s right there with me, meeting me stroke for stroke, moan vibrating along my tongue.Tits pressed to my chest, legs tightening, bringing that sweet pussy of hers firmly against my stomach.
There are too many fucking layers between us.
But I can still feel the heat of her, still remember the slick evidence of her desire, the way my name tumbled off her tongue when she came apart.
Spinning, I bring her over to the island, feeling something pull in my thigh, something warm start dripping down my leg.I’m not feeling any pain, though—or not anywhere aside from my dick.That’s rock-hard and pressing against my pants, desperate to be inside the tight, wet clasp of her pussy.
“Hudson,” she groans when I set her on the edge of the counter and reach for the hem of her shirt.
I freeze.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers.
“I know,” I whisper back.
But she doesn’t stop me when I drag her shirt up and over her head, doesn’t stop me when I bend and kiss her again, long and deep and wet…and filled with every bit of longing I’ve built up over the last months.
In fact, she meets me there.
Meets me stroke for stroke with her tongue, tightens her fingers in my hair, rocks her hips against mine.
Fucking perfect.
Fucking hot.
Fuckingdangerous.
Because she’s sliding her hand down my front, diving her hand beneath the waistband of my sweats, and the elastic means she has far too easy access…
Far too easy because my control is dangerously thin.
Which means that access, the way she slips her hand into my underwear and wraps her hands around my dick, stroking without hesitation and doing it tight and fast?—
It’s…well,fucking dangerous.
So, I snake my hand down, wrap my fingers around her wrist and tug it free.
“Hudson,” she says, her lungs working fast, sending those tits of hers I love bouncing in the confines of her bra.
“Nowthat’sa fucking great view,” I mutter.
“Wh—?”
I don’t waste words…or time.I just bury my face there, flicking out my tongue, tasting the lush globes, running my nose along the curves, plumped up by the tight fabric of her sports bra.She shivers…then gasps when I yank the material down, her breasts popping free.
“That’s a better one,” I groan then bend a little further, capturing one nipple between my lips.
“Hudson!”
Fuck, but I love it when she cries out my name.
I roll my tongue over the hardened bud, stroke my hand down her belly, flick open the button of her jeans.
No hesitation this time, she lifts her hips, helps me shimmy them down those lush thighs.
