Page 48 of Tough Love

He sucks my apex, sweeping his tongue over my folds, and I can’t help the cries that spill from my lips. His hand slides up my belly, and he tweaks my nipple between two fingers. I arch again, and he slides another finger inside me. Heat floods my center. My tipping point is so close.

“Come for me, sweet girl.”

He slides his fingers in and out roughly. My mouth waters. Fire builds in my core. He sucks my apex. I grip his hair and the blanket as I explode around his fingers.

“Hudson, Huddy . . . Hud?—”

His name is a plea, a chant. And it sinks into my soul, like it was waiting to come home.

When I settle from having Hudson send me higher than anyone ever has before, I push up on my elbows. The sweetest smile is on his face and the evidence of my release is all over his chin.

“Come here,” I breathe.

He crawls up to me on his hands and knees, and I wipe his chin before kissing his mouth. He sinks into the kiss like a man starved. And I bet he is. I can imagine how hard he must be right now. I tug at his jeans and release the button before sliding the zipper down.

“Addy,” he rasps. “You don’t?—”

Pressing a finger to his lips, I whisper, “I absolutely do.”

He groans and lets me remove his jeans and boxers. His hard length springs from its confines as I slide his clothes down. Holy shit. He’s big and perfect. The bell end on this man makes my mouth water. He stays on his knees, and I shuffle backward. “Hold the headboard, Huddy.”

He raises a brow but does as he’s told. I take him with one hand, and he sinks down to kiss me, hands fondling my achingbreasts. But he breaks from the kiss and takes my chin in his free hand. He groans and rests his forehead on mine. “Fuck, Addy.”

“All in good time, Huddy. Now, hands on the headboard, mister.”

He straightens and takes the headboard. I lower my mouth onto his cock and his grip turns white. Taking in the head, I lick and swirl my tongue over him. He melts and tenses all at once. I let his velvety soft head pop from my mouth. He shudders and groans.

“I thought we were taking our time, Rawlins?”

He huffs a growly laugh. “With those pretty lips around my cock, Addy, I don’t think I’m going to last as long as you did.”

I smile and sink onto his head again. His stomach muscles tense as he tries to stay still, and I slide down a little further. Taking up a smooth rhythm and sucking and teasing the tip of him, I pump him with my hand.

“Addy, fuck,” he groans.

“Mhmmm?” I feel the sound of my hum sink into him.

He starts to shake. I pick up the pace.

His hands snap from the headboard and around my face. “Addy, stop.”

I pause for a minute to catch his meaning. His face is wrecked. He is so close. I slide him deep into my mouth.

“Addy, are you sure?” he growls, low and gravelly.

I nod.

Come for me, Hudson.

Let me taste you.

I swirl my tongue over his tip and take him deep, pulling up and plunging deep. His hands are in my hair. His gaze is on mine. He chokes for breath. Those gorgeous blue eyes are lost to release as he spills into my mouth. I keep up the pace and swallow every drop he gives me.

When he offers up no more, I slide him from my lips and clean the corner of my mouth with my thumb. He drops onto his heels, breathing heavily. I crawl into his lap, and he folds his arms around me. We stay locked together until the cold finds us.

Cold, I snuggle closer to Hudson in the bedroll. My own sleeping bag is somewhere on the ground, still rolled up. We didn’t even bother getting dressed last night. After we lay talking until the moon had reached her apex, I fell asleep on his arm. Now, he is wrapped around me. I lift the canvas. Dawn’s light splinters over the eastern mountains. I stifle a groan, drifting back to sleep.

Something tugs at my nipple. Warmth is splayed over my ribs, sliding up to cup each breast. I force my eyes open in the bright morning light. Hudson hovers over me on his hands and knees. His scruffy brown hair is messy from sleep. His arms flex as he moves around my breasts, dotting kisses. I can feel his morning hardness against the inside of my thigh, so close. We could move an inch and he would be inside me. And I would be in heaven. I know it. I run my hands through his hair.

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