Page 100 of Pieces

“I thought you wanted to relax, or work on your reels,” I murmur against her lips, though my hands are already roaming over her back, pulling her closer.

“I changed my mind, that can wait,” she whispers back breathlessly. “That okay with you?”

“Not complaining, princess,” I say, grinning as I guide her backward toward the bed. She lets me steer her until her legs hit the edge of the mattress, and she sits, her baby blues looking up at me like I hung the damn moon. God, she’s gorgeous.

“Lay back.” My voice drops as I sink to my knees in front of her.

She raises an eyebrow, a teasing little smirk playing at her lips, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she leans back on her elbows, watching me as I tug off her shoes, then her pants, leaving her in nothing but that soft pink bra and matching panties I’ve come to love on her.

“You’re staring,” she says playfully, but there’s a flush creeping up her neck.

“Can you blame me?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs and leaning in close. “You’re perfect, Daph.”

She rolls her eyes, but I catch the way her breath hitches when I kiss the inside of her knee, trailing my lips slowly up her leg. “You always say that,” she murmurs, her voice faltering slightly.

“Because it’s true.” Glancing up at her, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. “Now let me show you.”

I slide the fabric down, tossing it aside before settling between her legs. She shifts, her hands gripping the sheets as I trail kisses higher, my couple-day-old stubble scraping lightly against her soft skin. Her breath catches again, and the sound goes straight to my chest, filling me with a kind of desire that shoots down my spine like lightning.

“Hudson,” she whispers as my mouth finds her. I glance up again, catching the way her head tilts back, her lips parting as a quiet moan escapes.

Damn. If I could keep her like this, soft, pliant, completely undone under my touch, I would. Every single day. Her hand tangles in my hair, fingers tightening as I work her over.

Her thighs twitch slightly around my shoulders, and I grip her hips, holding her steady as I press her deeper into the mattress, sucking hard on her clit.

“Hudson,” she breathes again, my name breaking into a gasp as I swirl my tongue, the taste of her driving me crazy. “Oh, my god.”

I hum against her, the vibrations making her shiver, and she arches her back, her hips moving instinctively against me. I can’t help but grin, even as I lose myself in the moment, completely consumed by her. “Right there,” she whispers, shaky but insistent. I take the hint, doubling down until her breaths turn into little whimpers, her body tensing under my hands.

As her head tilts back farther, I watch her lips part, her chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. The sight alone is enough to drive me wild, but I keep my focus, determined to give her everything she deserves.

When she finally lets go, her body trembling and her soft cries filling the room, I don’t stop right away, letting her ride the wave until she’s too sensitive to handle any more. Only then do I press a gentle kiss on her hip and pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I stand.

Daphne’s sprawled across my bed, her hair a mess and her cheeks flushed, looking like a dream. She blinks up at me, her chest still heaving slightly, and a slow, lazy smile spreads across her face.

“That,” she murmurs, her voice raspy, “was amazing.”

“Yeah?” I say, grinning as I crawl onto the bed beside her. “I aim to please.”

Daphne’s smile lingers as she tilts her head to look at me. “You’re still fully dressed,” she says, surveying my body.

“Someone was incredibly eager. I didn’t have time.”

“Well…” Sitting up slightly, a pink flush covers her that makes me harder, knowing I put it there. “Maybe we should change that.”

I arch an eyebrow, leaning closer until our noses nearly touch. “Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that, princess?”

She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she slides her hands under my hoodie, her cool fingers splaying over my stomach. The contrast makes me shiver, but before I can react, she’s tugging the hoodie upward. I lift my arms, letting her pull it over my head, and as soon as it’s gone, her hands are on me again, roaming over my chest and shoulders. Her lips press to my collarbone, trailing kisses down my chest, pushing my sweats down with a deliberate slowness that has me gripping the sheets, barely holding it together. When she finally gets rid of the last barrier between us, her gaze sweeps over me, and I can hardly stop myself.

My hands find her hips, pulling her closer, but she bats them away, grinning against my skin.

“Patience,” she whispers, her tone dripping with heat. “Let me take my time.” And she does. Every touch, every kiss, every brush of her lips and hands against me feel like she’s learning me. It’s intoxicating.

My breath catches as she leans forward, her mouth finally closing over my tip.

The warmth of her lips and the deliberate movement of her tongue makes my head fall back against the pillow, a deep groan rumbling from my chest. She starts slow, her pace unhurried, her hands steady as she strokes me in time with her mouth.

“Fuck yes,” I rasp, as my fingers find their way into her hair, lightly tangling there.

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