Page 31 of Waiting for Forever
“Wait,” she said, stopping him when he turned away. “I’m on birth control.”
Hudson hesitated. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
She could get used to the way Hudson was looking at her right now. It made her feel like she was Christmas and Valentine’s Day and summer vacation all rolled up into one special person.
Hudson climbed into the bed, not stopping until he caged her beneath him. He was a pretty big guy, but she’d never felt that size quite as intensely as she did at this moment, and she really—REALLY—liked it.
He kissed her again, but this time the buss was shorter, and it seemed Hudson was as anxious as she was to move things to the next level.
Paige reached between them, gripping his cock, tugging until the head brushed against her pussy. “I want you so badly.”
Hudson didn’t respond. Instead, he lowered his hips, letting her guide him inside.
Paige was hot and wet, yet she felt the tiniest bit of worry about his size. He was a hell of a lot thicker and longer than any of her past lovers.
Hudson kissed her forehead, the gesture sweet and reassuring. Then, he pushed inside, slowly seesawing in and out, giving her time to adjust.
He was nearly to the hilt when Paige tilted her hips, wrapped her legs around his waist, and thrust herself upwards, finishing the journey for him.
They moaned in unison, holding steady for just a second.
After that, it was on. Hudson withdrew until only the head of his cock remained before slamming back in again. Paige urged him on, meeting him thrust for glorious thrust. She threw her head back against the pillow, her eyes pressed tightly shut as she struggled to breathe.
Sex with her past lovers had never felt so primal, so potent.
Then she realized this wasn’t merely sex. It was the convergence of two hurricanes, a cataclysmic event so powerful, life would never be the same again.
And that was when Paige came like she’d never come before.
Hudson fucked her through that orgasm, even as he cursed, his own eyes clenched shut.
She could tell how hard it was for him to hold on, but he never relented, never wavered.
“Hudson!” she shouted in surprise when a second climax hit, just seconds after the first began to wane. Paige’s back arched as every muscle in her body grew rigid. She never understood the words “hurt so good” until that moment.
Mercifully, Hudson joined her just three short thrusts later, falling from his hands to his elbows, his chest pressed to hers.
“Christ. Princess. Paige!Fuck.”
Paige shivered as the last vestiges of her orgasm rumbled through her. Spent, she closed her eyes, fighting to draw air intoher lungs. She hoped Hudson was alright, because she didn’t have the strength or energy to check on him.
Eventually, he shifted, pushing himself to her side, collapsing onto his back. Neither of them looked at each other, but she was moved when he reached out, clasping her hand in his, giving it a squeeze.
“That was…” She stopped there, due to a lack of air and the proper word to describe what had just happened.
“It was,” he agreed.
She turned her head toward him, loving the sight of Hudson Ryan in her bed. He looked right in this room. Like he belonged.
Like he should…
Paige stumbled over her thoughts, then went ahead and admitted the truth to herself.
He looked like he should stay there.
