Page 131 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
“Yes, Hudson,” I panted, my arms shifting to the spindles of the bed’s headboard. Currents of pleasure darted through my spine as I started to undulate against him, following his pace.
I looked up into his features, and Hudson looked feral, almost dangerous, as he pushed me over the edge.
“God, yes!”
My climaxrippedthrough my body, the orgasm the most intense I’d ever experienced on my own. Hudson placed his hand over my mouth to muffle the sound, which added to the excitement of riding that wave of ecstasy.
After a few more hard pumps, Hudson’s eyes rolled back, and his entire body stiffened as he followed me off the edge, chasing his orgasm with an animalistic roar.
“FUCK!”
Everything was throbbing as Hudson’s heavy frame sagged over mine, his mouth against my neck, his breath laboured. After a minute or so, he rolled off me. Looking up at the ceiling. My smile was wide, and I felt so dreamy and relaxed. Sated.
I could hear Hudson disposing of the condom, and then he joined me back on the bed. It didn’t feel awkward.
Turning on my side, I had a moment for myself, trying to establish how my body was feeling. I was tender between my legs.
Hudson slid his arm around my waist and spooned me, drawing me back against his body. I wouldn’t have had him down as a cuddler, but it felt good.
“Was I too rough?” Hudson whispered hotly against my ear.
Taking a deep breath, I turned my head towards him. “No. It was perfect.”
I didn’t care that my reply could have been considered corny, as I had nothing to compare it with. I was just being honest.
I had lost my virginity to Hudson Gage, and it had made me feel true happiness.
The next ten minutes felt surreal. Hudson retrieved his boxer briefs and asked if I wanted a shower or anything.
I declined, knowing I needed to get home. We both dressed in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was locked inside my own little world. There was a soreness to my body, and I knew I’d have marks on my hip where Hudson had gripped me, but I didn’t care.
And then came the moment when Hudson had to sneak me out of his house. Everything was going so well. We could hear Hudson’s brothers and his mother in the dining room. We got to the front door.
“Do you want me to walk you home?” Hudson whispered, kissing my nose.
I smiled. “No, it’s fine. I don’t want my father to see. I’m at the cinema, remember.”
He nodded.
As Hudson planted a kiss on my lips, he moved past me to grab the door and then…
Shit!
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your visitor, Hudson?” came the female voice from somewhere behind us.
My eyes flickered to Hudson's. His were screwed up closed and his face was scrunched up as he mouthed the word, fuck.
Dashing a hand down his face, he pinned on a smile, opened his eyes, and then turned towards the lady I assumed was his foster mother.
She was older than I had expected and tall with brown, greying hair. Her expression didn’t suggest that she was upset, but it did show that she knew we’d been upstairs. Heat bloomed in my face as I stepped around Hudson and took charge.
I raised my hand and walked towards her. Shit, would she know I’d just had sex. Didn’t you get a glow or something afterwards?
Stay calm. Don’t give anything away.
“Hi, I’m Molly, a friend of Hudson’s,” I said politely.
As she took my hand, I could see behind her into what was the dining room. All Hudson’s brothers were there with huge grins on their faces. As was Harper, but her expression wasn’t as easy to read.
