Page 33 of The Promises We Break

Is she saying what I think she’s saying? I give her a curious squint and a facial expression, begging for her to continue.

“No one has ever made me come… that way.” Her confession is my fucking undoing.

“After I’m done with you, there won’t be any part of mybody left that hasn’t made you come all over it.” Not giving her a chance to respond, I devour her.

My tongue and lips begin lapping over her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. She tastes so sweet, like my own personal addiction, and I have no idea how I’ll stop.

I press my fingers into her entrance, motioning them in and out in pace with my tongue.

She writhes underneath me, moving between lifting her head to watch me and palming her face. Her hands run through my hair then grip slightly, then she releases, like she’s not sure she has permission to do it, so she stops.

Lifting her head up, she watches me as her body begins to tremble. She’s biting her lip and her eyes squint, then widen at the same time her lips part to gasp.

Her head flies back on the bed as she screams, and her clit throbs over my tongue.

“I’m…” she groans. “Hudson…” gasping, “I’m coming.” She releases.

Christ, she’s fucking beautiful when she comes. I continue moving at the same pace while my eyes never leave her face. As she finally starts to come down from her climax, I reluctantly retreat, even though I could live there and die a happy man.

Pushing myself up, I pick up my wallet and pull a condom out, sheathing myself in it.

I line myself up, pressing my thumb on her clit, hoping I can ride out her high a bit longer.

“Oh, God.” She jerks up, her hips pushing down onto my cock, and she’s so tight I hiss as I plunge into her until our hips are flush together. I rub over her sensitive clit and begin to thrust in and out. She’s perfect. Everything about her is perfect. Her gorgeous face, her unbelievable mouth, her tight pussy that has a complete chokehold on my cock. Her body. Her soul.

“I need one more, red.” I piston into her; my dick growsthick and hard as I plunge deeper into her. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

I continue to rub her clit, and she moans through another orgasm, or maybe just an extension of the first one.

“Fuck yes. Fuck,” I repeat, as my own release begins to barrel through me. I’m either low on oxygen or high on Ember, because my skin starts to tingle everywhere. A guttural sound escapes me from somewhere in the middle of my chest as I come harder than I ever have.

“Jesus.” Falling forward, I rest my forehead at the center of her ribcage.

“I hope you know we’re doing that again.” My preemptive attempt to remind her she’s not running.

She attempts to hide her giggle, but her chest vibrates slightly, and I just hope that she’s just as enamored as I am.

16

HUDSON

We wake up the same way we did in Vegas—naked, wrapped in each other’s arms. Except this time, I remember every single moment of the previous night, and it’s now branded as part of my soul.

She’s perfect, and it’s absolutely terrifying because she’s a loose cannon and I have no idea if she’s just going to disappear on me.

I’m up, showered, and ready to get to the stadium. I order breakfast for both of us to eat before I drop her off at work.

This feels very domestic, which I don’t mind so much. It’s Ember that I think does. She has a strange outlook on relationships. It’s clear she doesn’t want one, for reasons I haven’t been able to figure out yet, but she feels something for me.

At least I think so.

Speaking of relationships, I need to figure out my... situation. I didn’t bring it up last night, but I can’t keep avoiding it.

“So... I have a predicament. I... sort of, need some help with…” I mention nonchalantly as she walks out of the room into the kitchen, where I have placed some fruit and pastries.

She climbs up on the kitchen barstool, eyeing the layout of the food I’ve put out. “Really? What kind of predicament?”

I slide a cup of black coffee her way, placing it next to a small saucer with cream and sugar packets. She wraps her hands around the coffee cup, holds it just under her chin, as she closes her eyes and inhales, then takes a slow sip of the dark liquid and happily moans. I have no idea why discovering her being a straight black coffee drinker is a turn on for me.

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