Page 104 of The Art of You

“Fuck yes, I do.” He nodded. “But you’re not getting me off that way.”

I swallowed, continuing to work down his zipper even as he held me captive with his eyes. I didn’t need to see what I was doing to make it happen. “No?”

He shook his head, gaze flying to my mouth as I licked my lips again. “You have my word, by the way. Before we do this . . .” He cleared his throat. “I promise you I’ll come back.”

My hand went still, and my heart jumped at what he was saying. Tears of relief snuck in, as if his word really could cement his invincibility in battle in stone.

He held my chin a bit tighter and bent forward to brush his lips over mine. “Now, may I make love to you, sweetheart?”

“After I get a taste, yes, please.”

“May I take more than sixty seconds with you?” His lips stretched into a sexy, knowing smile, and I gave him an eager nod.

My chest tightened, trapping the breath in my lungs before he kissed me and freed it. Letting go of my chin, he stood tall, towering over me like a masculine block of rigid muscles.

This is happening.And now of all times. But I didn’t care, Ineeded him, and he needed me. I was so anxiously excited I was actually shaking as I worked down his jeans and briefs.

His cock was big, thick and veiny, and I circled both hands around his shaft. He reached down and tangled his hand in my hair and held on as I circled my tongue around his crown, tasting a drop of precum. “Tell me what you want me to do.” I sent his words back at him and lifted my chin to find his eyes piercing mine.

“Use that naughty mouth of yours to fuck my cock,” he ordered. “Take it all.”

I shivered in reaction to his delicious demand as I dropped my mouth over him like a good girl and deep-throated the hell out of him.

“Fuccccck,” he hissed as I swallowed as much of him as I could, trying not to choke as tears pricked my eyes. “Breathe, darlin’.” Pulling my hair, he gently tugged. “Breathe.”

Still caring about me while I had him in this position.

I pulled up to breathe as he’d instructed before sliding my mouth up and down over his length. Taking my time. Torturing him the way he’d done to me.

“I’m gonna come. You have to stop,” he commanded a minute later, then gently yanked my hair. “I need to be inside you.”

It took me a few more seconds to heed his words, then I finally lifted my mouth and dragged my hand across my swollen lips.

“So fucking bad, I swear,” he remarked in a strained tone before taking me by surprise, dropping to his knees in front of me. He snatched my face between his palms and kissed me hard. Tongues dueling with overwhelming intensity. He pulled away, eyes closed, seeming to live in the same land of ecstasy as I was. “I need to feel you.”

And at that, he had me naked on the bed so fast I barely realized it’d happened. He produced a condom from his wallet and rid himself of every article of clothing he had on.

I rested on my forearms as he stared at me while he stroked his cock. “If only you hadn’t missed a few days of your pill. I want to feel you bare so goddamn bad it hurts.” His voice was rough and raw, and it made me want to throw logic out the window. I’d give anything to carry this man’s child, but I also didn’t want my traditional parents hating him for getting me pregnant prior to marriage.

“Get over here,” I pleaded as he rolled the condom over his shaft.

He climbed on top of me, holding the weight of his body on his good arm. “So beautiful. God, I love you so much,” he said before kissing me.

He’d given me his word, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Hudson,” I cried while he nudged himself between my thighs. He pushed inside me, and I gave him my truth. “I love you, too.”

He lifted his head, going still as he kept our bodies deeply connected.

He smoothed the back of his hand across my cheek as his eyes glossed over. “I could die a happy man.” His lip briefly caught between his teeth, probably sensing my panic at his words. “But I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You have me for as long as you want me.”

A few tears escaped my eyes as I held on to his arms and demanded, “Stay with me forever and ever and ever.” I sniffled. “That’s an order.”

“Roger that, ma’am.” An adorable smile cut across his lips.

As he slowly began moving inside me, opening my tightwalls, I also felt myself moving on. Movingforward. Becoming free of the cage of my past, certain I could finally even learn to love myself again.

Chapter 40

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