Page 91 of Playing With Fire
We definitely had some wins tonight and that feels good, but now I want to celebrate. I’ve decided I’ll be celebrating all the small victories in the coming months. Putting Serafina back down on her stomach in the playpen, she rolls onto her back, her newest feat, and quickly falls asleep. The stimulation from all the people really wore her out.
I wrap my arms around Hudson’s torso, immediately putting my cold hands on his bare skin.
“Christ, woman! How do you have frostbite? It’s seventy degrees in here.” He laughs, playfully trying to remove my hands.
“Guess you’ll have to warm me up.”
“I probably have a few ideas about how to do that,” he says. “On a scale of one to ten, how cold are you really?” he asks.
“I’m not really cold at all,” I confess. “Just my hands.”
My honest answer earns me a wicked smirk in response.
“Great. Come with me.”
Hudson leads me out on the deck and I’m starting to enjoy his affinity for outdoor sex. I can see Serafina through the giant windows and I also have the baby monitor on her.
“Do you want it sweet or dirty?” Hudson asks, his eagerness bouncing between us as I consider his question, grateful that he knows the difference and that he wants my input.
“Dirty,” I answer honestly.
He leans in and captures my bottom lip between his teeth. “Turn around and put your hands on the railing, and don’t take them off,” he instructs.
While I’m turning around, I hear him shedding his shoes, pants, and boxers. As soon as my hands are planted, he reaches in front of me and undoes the clasp on my pants. Pushing them, and my thong, down before he taps my ankle, telling me to lift my foot. My boots and pants slide off easily. The air is cool, but like the beach, it’s invigorating more than uncomfortable.
Once my lower half is bare, Hudson’s hand lands on my back, pushing me forward until I’m bent almost at a ninety-degree angle. In front of me, the river flows peacefully.
I feel his finger slip inside my pussy first and then the head of his cock brushes against me, teasing me, but never dipping inside.
“Did you bring me out here to torture me?” I ask, trying to push back onto him.
“I’m debating on the use of the condom in my pocket,” he tells me.
“Please, no,” I beg, wanting to feel him in me the way I did last night…with no barriers.
“We’re really tempting fate here, Shan. We have enough on our plates without adding an unplanned pregnancy to the mix.”
Fuck. He’s right.
“What if you pull out this time and come on my ass instead?” I ask like I’m negotiating a hostage.
When thirty seconds go by and he still hasn’t answered, I peek over my shoulder. “Hud?”
“Yep, all good,” he chokes out. “Just trying not to bust a nut over the fact that you just told me to come on your ass.”
I laugh. “Play your cards right and one day soon, you can comeinit.”
“Okay, Guinness World Record for quickest orgasm…here we go,” he says, chuckling. It’s so foreign to relax, to have fun, tolaugh,while having sex.
But we only laugh for a second, because in two thrusts, he’s seated so deeply inside me he’s tickling my tonsils…from the bottom. As he picks up speed, he grabs my shoulders so he can slam into me harder. The railing is abrading the skin on my chest, but the sensation is heavenly.
Hudson lets go of my shoulder to start playing with my clit, and between the spot he keeps hitting inside me and the way he’s striking a chord with that solitary note, my scream is about to notify everyone in the next state that he’s getting me off.
He must feel how close I am because he says, “I’m fucking there. I need you to come for me, Shannon.”
I’ve never been the come-on-command kind of girl. Even in my wild days, my vagina did what she was going to do regardless of what anyone said.
But apparently, Hudson’s voice just changed all that because I shatter around him.
