Page 24 of Don't Make Me Fall
Glancing back toward Hudson, I’m tempted to wake him up in a way I know he’ll enjoy. But first, I have some business to attend to.
I’m turning in my resignation letter today.
Right after a strong cup of coffee.
Minutes later, the kitchen fills with the delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee—something local I found on Hudson’s counter.
I’m just pouring my first cup when I feel him come up behind me. I don’t know how the man who’s built like a brick house made it all the way down the hall without me hearing a single footstep.
But I don’t care.
I abandon my freshly poured cup to melt into Hudson, my back to his front.
His hard length presses into my back, and I yearn to yank the loose sweatpants off of him.
“Making coffee without me?”
“I was going to share.”
“Sure you were.”
“Not my fault you sleep like the dead,” I tease.
“I never have,” he says the words into my neck, kissing me there. “Until you.”
“You’re kidding.”
“You bring me peace.”
“You haven’t had peace?”
“Not since the military.”
I turn around to face him, cupping his bearded cheeks with both hands and pulling him down for a soft, sensual kiss.Thisbetween us,thisis right.
He fists the edge of the T-shirt of his I’m wearing. “You look good in this.”
“Yeah?”
“You look even betteroutof it.” He tugs it over my head, tossing it aside, and I’m naked once more.
Before I can reach for the string on his gray sweatpants, he kneels in front of me. I lean back against the counter, allowing him to lift one of my legs onto his shoulder. I watch in rapture as he kisses a trail up my inner thigh, one then the other.
When his tongue flicks my clit, I whimper.
“My favorite fucking sound,” he growls, his words vibrating against my skin.
He takes his time dragging his tongue through my folds, tasting me, savoring me. As though I’m a delectable dessert he can’t get enough of. When he looks up at me, those dark chocolate eyes are all molten lava.
His tongue gradually increases the pace, the pressure, the swirling motion.
The build up is slow, but the orgasm is hard and fast. Just like our love making. My god this man can make me come apart so fuckinghard. My body rocks violently as pleasure ripples through me. Hudson holds me by the back of my legs, his mouth fused to my pussy until the very last ounce of pleasure wanes.
“So sweet,” he says, licking his lips. His beard’s glossy with my juices, and dammit, it makes me want him even more.
“You need to fuck me now,” I insist.
“Oh, is that right?” he asks, lifting to his feet slowly, dropping kisses against my skin as he stands. He spends extra time with his mouth on my nipples, his beard tickling my sensitive skin.
