Page 229 of Beautiful Collide

I’ve laid myself bare tonight. That’s why. He sees the real me.

He licks and sucks me into his mouth.

Drawing gasps and moans from my mouth.

He never breaks his stare.

He watches me through every quiver, every moan. He watches me as I fall apart and then puts me back together.

Afterward, he gathers me in his arms, holding me close as I catch my breath. I’ve never felt so cherished, so completely and utterly loved.

“You okay?” Hudson brushes my hair back from my face.

I smile up at him. “Never better.”

In one fluid motion, I flip us over to straddle him. His eyes widen in surprise as I pin his hands beside his head.

“Molly, you don't have to—” he protests, but I silence him with a kiss.

“I want to,” I whisper against his lips. “Let me make you feel good too.”

I trail kisses down his neck as I unbutton his shirt, savoring the warmth of his skin. Hudson shivers beneath me, his breath catching as I explore his body.

I take my time. When I reach for his belt, Hudson gently grasps my wrist. “Are you sure you want to do this out here?” he asks softly.

I nod, smiling. “Yes, Hudson. I know what I want, and what I want is you.”

He lifts his hips, allowing me to slide off his jeans and boxers. I take him in my hand, stroking from root to tip. Hudson groans, his head falling back.

Slowly, I move to hover above him, and once I align myself with his dick, I lower myself onto him.

Hudson’s hands grip my hips, steadying me as I adjust to the sensation.

When I start to move, the world falls away until there’s nothing but us and how this feels.

I throw my head back as pleasure builds within me.

Hudson moves with me, our bodies finding a perfect rhythm.

“God, Molly,” Hudson groans. “You feel incredible.”

Suddenly, Hudson surges up, wrapping his arms around me as he flips us over. He intertwines our fingers, pressing my hands into the blanket beside my head as he enters me again.

We move together. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, building and building until I’m crying out his name.

Hudson follows soon after, burying his face in my neck as he finds his release.

When it’s over, I’m lying against his chest, his steady breathing grounding me. His fingers trace lazy patterns along my back, and I tilt my head up to see him.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, his voice low, his lips brushing against my hair.

I smile against him, my heart full in a way I’ve never known. “I don’t have words.”

“Good ones or bad ones?” he teases, his tone light but full of affection.

“Good ones,” I say softly, tilting my head to meet his gaze. “Really, really good ones.”

He grins, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “Good.”

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