Page 94 of Here's to Tomorrow

I feel him try to line himself up, going a little too far up. “Fuck. I feel like a goddamn virgin,” he mutters.

I giggle. Then I gasp, because he’s suddenly fully inside me.

“Don’t laugh, Rae. It’s rude,” he whispers in my ear, pulling back and slowly grinding back into me.

I moan, clutching his back and pulling him closer to me.

“Now that’s what I want to hear,” I hear him mutter before he claims my mouth again.

Our tongues and bodies create a perfect rhythm. In, out, in, out. We push and pull on one another, gasping between kisses. It’s nothing short of magnificent.

Then Hudson stops thrusting, a smile forming on his face. He holds my stare as he traces a line down my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Even though I’m not one for nipple-play, I can get behind this. He switches back and forth between my breasts, using just the right amount of pressure and teeth and tongue, even rubbing the stubble on his face against them. It’s enjoyable, but I needmore.

I wiggle and tighten my inner muscles, trying to get him to move inside me again.

He releases my nipple with a loud pop. “Fuuuck. You’re killing me, woman. I’m about to blow as it is.”

“I don’t care. You have to move.Please.”

He complies. Moving up on his knees, he begins thrusting in and out and in and out.Fast.It feels good, so good, like he wasmadeto fit inside me like this, like our bodies were made to go together. It’s…indescribable. Nothing like I’ve ever felt before. It’s as if he knows exactly what my body wants, twisting me at just the right angle, plunging at just the right depth.

And my heart? Yeah, that’s going crazy. It’s pounding so hard I can barely hear the gasps I know are leaving my mouth. I swear I can almost feel it jumping out of my chest. Ifeelmyself falling even more in love with him, and it doesn’t scare me near as much as I thought it would.

Suddenly, he slows down, grinding into me harder, moving his hips in small circles.

“Goddamn,” he grunts. I can tell he’s scarcely holding back his release. “Are you even fucking close?”

I nod. “Harder.”

He reaches down and barely—just barely—touches my clit. That’s all it takes.

I break. He follows, collapsing on top of me.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” he says shakily in my ear. “That was…wow.” He lifts up, kissing my temple. “I hate to sound so damn cliché, but was that okay?”

I grin and nod. “Sookay.”

He kisses my nose and moves off me, getting up to toss the condom in the adjoining bathroom.

“Uh,” he says, walking back in the room, scratching the back of his head. “I’d offer to clean you up and all, but I think that shit is kind of weird.”

I shudder. “Me too. Be right back.”

As I’m about to walk out of the bathroom, I realize I don’t have any jammies. I had hoped the night would lead to this, but I didn’t want to seem presumptuous by packing an overnight bag.

“So,” I say, walking through the doorway. “I kind of… Oh.” Hudson’s sitting on the bed, his boxer briefs back on. He’s holding a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt in his hands.

“These are the only things I have that may fit you. I figured you wouldn’t have anything to put on,” he says, handing me the clothes.

I take them. “Thank you,” I tell him, pulling the shirt over my head. I ignore the shorts since I usually sleep in a shirt and underwear anyway.

Hudson scoots back up the bed and crawls under the blankets. He pats the space beside him, giving me a small grin. “Wanna snuggle?”

I sigh and climb into his bed. “I guess, if I have to.”

Hudson lies down on his back so I can put my head on his chest. I nestle in beside him, putting my leg over his.

We relax in silence for several minutes.

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