Page 149 of Roughing It

Hudson lifts his arms, and I loop the rope through the wooden slats of the headboard. As a reward, I grind against him as I work, punctuating my words with moans as I find friction. “Then finishing with a double half hitch.”

The sight of my big, burly Bear bound before me sends another aching wave of need through me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn sexy. What are you gonna do with me now that I can’t go anywhere?”

“Nothing you won’t like, I promise.” I rise from the bed and make my way to the kitchen. The heat of Hudson’s eyes burns into my back, so I make a show of it. Swinging my hips, stretching up on my toes to get a glass, and slowly bending over as I fill it with ice.

“Why do you need ice?”

“You are full of questions tonight, aren’t you?”

He grunts but doesn’t respond.

“Relax, Hudson. I’m going to take good care of you.” I pop an ice cube in my mouth before crawling between his legs. Starting just above his knees, I kiss my way upward until I get to his inner thigh. Taking my time, I nip and suck closer and closer. Then I snake my tongue out and trace the vein that runs along the underside of his ruddy cock. “Mmm, you taste like us.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a husky moan.

I smile and kiss higher, exploring his body. I’m enjoying myself—thoroughly. When I reach his chest, I snag a piece of ice from the cup and run it over his nipples before chasing the cold away with my warm kisses. The small gasps he makes at the dueling sensations send a screaming surge of desire to my core. I drag ice down his stomach, enjoying how his muscles flex beneath me until it melts away. Before going any lower, I pop another ice cube between my lips. Then, with a coy grin, I suck him into my mouth.

He sucks in a gasp of air at the change of temperature, and a pool of moisture builds between my legs at the sound. The soft scrape of rope against wood tells me he’s fighting to bring his hands to my head.

“Fuck, Blakely.” He groans as I swirl my tongue around his dick, the remnants of the ice cube melting in my mouth and dripping down the length of him. “God, your mouth. So fucking good.”

I take him deeper, delightfully obscene slurping noises filling the air in our cabin. Hudson bucks his hips, thrusting against my mouth, a string of curses and praises pouring from his lips.

“I fucking love you. Your sassy mouth swallowing my cock.”

Opening my throat, I take as much of him as I can, gagging myself before relaxing and taking even more.

“Just like that. You’re doing so good. Let me feel your throat around me.”

I slide my hand between his legs and gave his balls a gentle tug and a squeeze. The headboard scrapes. There will be scuff marks on the wall in the morning.

“I’m so close, baby.”

Oh, I know.

Hollowing my cheeks, I focus on the velvety softness over his hard cock. The salty, earthy flavor of his skin. The way he moans my name and jerks, his climax spilling down my throat. There’s something so powerful about being on my knees. I’m not here because he commands it. I’m here because I want it, and when I’m on my knees, he still worships me.

With a demure wipe of my mouth, I crawl forward and kneel above my husband’s face. I’m soaking wet. Aching. And ready to sit on my throne.

I torture us both, hovering mere millimeters above his mouth. His tongue snakes out to lap me, but as he skims my lips, I raise myself out of his reach. A rough growl emanates from the depths of his chest.

“You want to taste me, Bear?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to ride your face?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Can I taste you?”

“Ask me.” I tease my lower lips against his mouth, then pull away. “To ride your face. And say please.”

“Goddammit,” he murmurs from between gritted teeth. “Blakely Brooks, please ride my fucking face until you’re squirting down my throat.”

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