Page 59 of Suddenly a (The St. Clairs 5)

“This will be even better,” he promised.

“Oh!”

She did her best, trying to relax, and he worked his way up to her core with his hands, stroking her thighs, urging her to open more.

“This... is...”

“Different,” he finished. “I know.”

He slipped a finger inside her and caressed her. She sighed contentedly. He continued until she was writhing on the bed, whimpering his name.

“You know what to do,” he said. “Let go. Enjoy.”

A violent shudder seized her and she cried out, riding the wave of pleasure, her face flushed. When she stilled, he knew he should act quickly or she would protest what he did next. He kept his light grasp on her thighs and bent between them, thrusting his tongue inside her.

“Hudson!” she cried and began wriggling.

He grasped her more firmly to keep her from closing and began loving her, with teeth, tongue, and mouth. He felt her climax coming again, hard and fast, and continued to pleasure her. Her hips bucked and she cried out loudly. He couldn’t help but feel pleased at making her happy.

As she calmed again and lay limp, he entwined his fingers with hers and raised her hands above her head. He kissed her and as he did, pushed inside her. She gasped.

“It’s all right. I know it hurts. Just get used to me.”

He kissed her cheek. Her ear. Along her jaw.

“Better?”

“I feel very full.”

“I’m going to move now. Tell me to stop if it hurts again.”

He kissed her and pulled out and then thrust into her again. A little noise came from her but she didn’t say anything. He repeated the movement. Her fingers tightened on his.

“Do it again,” she whispered. “I think I like it.”

He did.

Mia smiled. “Oh, I do like it. Very much.”

Hudson kissed her neck as he began moving. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said.

When she did, he was able to go deeper. She sighed. As he moved, she began to move with him in the ancient dance known to lovers. He reached his climax and let out a long groan as she called his name. He fell on top of her, burying his face in her abundant hair, inhaling the rosemary scent of it. Her legs fell away and he rolled from her, going to the basin and pouring water from the jug into it. Taking a handkerchief, he cleaned her.

“This is very intimate,” she managed to say.

“A good husband takes care of his wife.”

He took the basin and cloth away and returned. By now, she had scooted up to where her head rested on a pillow. Hudson climbed in beside her and brought the covers up over them. Mia snuggled against him as he enveloped her in his arms.

“Hudson?”

“Yes?”

“It was better.”

He grinned.

“It was like jumping off a cliff and flying,” she said.

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