Page 92 of Hale
We both chuckle because it’ll take some getting used to calling each other those names.
I kick the door closed behind me and set her to her feet. The space is quaint with lots of windows but furnished with a modern flare.
“A heart-shaped bathtub?” I ask with a laugh.
“Shush, it’s cute.”
She runs over to the bathtub that’s situated in an alcove on the other side of the king-sized bed and sits on the edge. It’s surrounded by windows that overlook the dense forest below. “It’s beautiful.”
I stand behind her and run my fingers through her soft hair. “It is.”
She turns to face me and stares up at me with so much fucking devotion in her eyes it hurts. “I like it here. Maybe we could…”
I know what she wants. I feel it running through me as well. “Stay here and make new vacation memories?”
She bites on her bottom lip and nods as though she’s worried I’ll tell her no. I’ll never tell her no. Not ever. Rylie will have whatever she wants in this life. I will see to it that she does. That’s allIwant.
I cup her cheeks and bend over to kiss her lips. “Yes. Let’s do it.”
She launches herself into my arms. I grab her ass and hoist her skinny body up. Our mouths crash together as I guide her over to the bed. Gently, I drop her to the mattress but then make haste at pulling off her white dress. I’m careful of her arms that are still healing. Even though the stiches are out and the wounds have healed, she still has a lot of pain not only to the touch but when she uses her arms too much.
“Look at you,” I say as I take a minute to admire her in her sexy undergarments. Hale, in my signature, is scrawled across her ribs in harsh black ink, claiming her as mine. The wedding band glimmers in the sunlight pouring in through the windows behind me.
“Look at you,” she replies, a smile on her lips. Then, she unhooks her bra from behind and frees her perky tits. The nipples are hard and at attention, just begging for my teeth.
I reach forward and pull her sandals off one by one, letting them clatter to the wood floors. She lies back and stares at me with desire swimming in her eyes. My cock aches in my shorts. We haven’t fucked much in the past two months. Having gone through all the shit we did with Aunt Becky finding out, we’ve made sure to only have sex when we knew they were at work and not in the house. I’m eager to have her today and by the sultry look on her face, I’d say she’s more than ready to have me too.
“Take off your panties,” I instruct.
She slides her feet to the bed and lifts her ass so she can push her panties down. I lean forward and grab the lacy material to help them down her thighs. Once she’s naked and bared to me, I push her knees apart. In the bright sunshine, her cunt is pale pink and glistening.
I reach behind my neck and tug off my shirt. The rest of my clothes get shed quickly. Her features become dark and hungry as she stares at my cock that bounces out in front of me. I kneel on the side of the bed and grab her hips. She laughs when I jerk her to the edge so her ass hangs off. Her laughter dies in her throat, though, when I run my tongue along her juicy slit. Her back arches up off the bed, making her tits jiggle.
“Hudson,” she begs.
I make work at sucking on her clit. I love the way it makes her squeal and squirm and scream. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming unglued as her orgasm takes over. She’s still shaking when I pounce on her. Sliding my arm beneath her, I pull her farther up the bed. She whimpers when my cock rubs against her sensitive clit.
“You want my cock inside you, heathen? Did you miss it stretching your tight little hole?”
“Oh God,” she moans. “Yes. I need you.”
With a grin, I grab my dick and guide it into her waiting body. We both let out a hiss of air as I push my cock inside her to the hilt. Several times, I slide in and out slowly so I can watch the way my body fits inside hers. The way her pussy seems stretched to the limits. How her arousal coats my dick and lubricates it.
“Look at how perfect we fit,” I mutter, my eyes fixated on where we’re joined. “Do you see?”
She bites on her bottom lip and nods as she watches me fuck her. “It feels good too.”
“Feels really fucking good,” I agree.
I settle on top of her tiny body so I can look in her eyes. Hers shine with love and adoration. The feeling is mutual. I thread my fingers in her hair and kiss her mouth as my hips thrust against her. I’ll never be able to fathom how I lived without having Rylie like this. We’re two halves of a heart that only beats together.
“Hudson,” she cries out against my mouth.
I slide my palm to her ribs that feel breakable under my hand but somehow also strong with Hale scrawled across them. “Rylie.”
Fragments of words mixed with moans echo in the treehouse cabin. Our sweaty bodies are slick as we fuck. Each of us desperately clinging to the other.
She murmurs words of love and praise. I show her with my body that I feel the same.
