Page 64 of Say You Love Me

THEN

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HUDSON

Finity is asleep on the floor outside Calla’s bedroom when I arrive home. She’s lying on her side, knees tight to her chest, hands tucked under her chin. She’s wearing only a towel. Her damp hair is spread over her face so I crouch down and tuck some of the strands behind her ear. She stirs, her body stretching along the ground. She blinks a few times and when her eyes finally focus on me, she smiles.

I haven’t seen her smile like that in months. It’s a carefree smile, a happy one. It’s the smile she used to give me each time I came home.

“Hey,” I say, keeping my voice low so as not to wake Calla. “She asleep?” I nod to the bedroom door.

Finity holds her finger to her mouth as she sits up. “Shhh. It’s been a big day.”

“I’ll just go check on her.”

Finity grabs my leg as I go to pass, her eyes wide. “No!” she whispers harshly.

My hand is on the door handle. “I haven’t seen her all day. I’m just going to check she’s okay.”

“No!” Finity says, this time louder, getting to her feet.

Both of us freeze. Our eyes move in unison to the door, waiting for the familiar wail. Finity lets out a sigh of air when silence remains. She slumps against the wall, her gaze on the floor. And then she runs her eyes very slowly up my body. The towel covering her drops. She walks toward me, one step, two, and then she pushes herself against me, winding her arms around my waist, her fingers digging into my flesh as though her life depends on it. Her breath comes out in deep pants, warming the material of my shirt as her hands scramble their way up my back, her movements becoming desperate and anguished. She starts clawing at my shirt, pulling it out from my pants and pushing it up my body.

Her thirst feeds mine and I let go of her long enough to pull my shirt over my head. She presses her naked body against me, as though she craves the skin-to-skin contact, her nails digging into the skin of my back. I take a step forward, walking her backward toward the bedroom, lust and longing, want and need fueling each step.

But just as we’re about to pass through the doorway, I stop, my eyes flicking back to the closed door of my daughter’s bedroom. I grip the sides of her face.

“I’m just going to check on Calla.”

Finity pushes against my chest, shoving me into the door. She plasters herself against me, pushing her breasts into my stomach and pressing kisses against my skin. Her mouth is toying with me, nipping, biting, kissing sucking, licking.

“No,” she mumbles.

She stops her movements long enough to look up at me. Her eyes burn with intensity, wild and filled with hunger.

“I need you.” Her voice is torn with longing.

She’s clinging onto me tightly, and her need becomes my need. I push back against her, walking her over to the bathroom, my hands feverishly skimming over her body as our mouths battle for dominance.

“I miss you,” she says, in between our frenzied kisses. “I need you. I need this. I need us.”

I push her against the vanity, lifting her backside up to rest on the edge of the sink. Her hands fumble with my trousers. She pushes them over my hips and they fall to the floor. I step out of them, my hands still exploring her body, massaging her flesh, tugging through her hair frantically.

One step, one push of my hips and I’m inside her. She’s so tight, so wet, so ready. Her teeth dig into my shoulder as my hands go to her ass, lifting her from her perch. Her thighs wrap around my hips as I stumble back, turning to press her against the wall so I can fuck her harder.

I grind my hips, needing to be closer, wanting to dive inside her and give her everything she craves. My flesh aches under her touch. Her teeth, her hands, her tongue and her hair all dance over my body until I no longer know where I stop and she starts. We’re joined together, a messy, sweaty, panting muddle of flesh, desperation and need.

She clings to me in a way that she’s never done before as I drive into her. Her body is jerked up the wall with each thrust. I try to slow down, I try to gain some control over our movements, but she grinds against me, pushing me hard, groaning and panting in my ear in such a way it drives me insane.

I’m about to explode, blow my load deep inside her, so I withdraw, bending so I can make my way down her body, taste her, please her, but she grips onto my shoulder, pulling me upward.

“Fuck me,” she pants. “Just fuck me.” She looks deep into my eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”

She grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to her neck, licking her lips anxiously. I wrap my fingers around her throat and use the pressure to pull her away from the wall. Her smile is half-filled with lazy pleasure, half defiant and challenging as I walk her into the bedroom and push her onto the bed. Clambering after her, I grab her ankles, wrenching her flat, before yanking them apart, holding her open for me. She’s glistening and wet. I run my hands along the insides of her thighs, lifting them and pushing them as wide open as I can, allowing me to sink into her deeply.

She moans. I thrust harder, pushing inside forcefully. The bed rocks with each jolt of our bodies and I lean further over her, fucking her hard and deep with each piston of my hips.

She cries out as her release overwhelms her and the sound she makes turns my cock to steel. The way she clenches and pulses around me pushes me over the edge and I come inside her, groaning low and long, shuddering with each spurt.

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