Page 49 of One Quick Obsession

“Liar.”

Then both hands were on my hips and then underneath my dress. When he palmed my ass, he froze. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“It was confining.”

He let his head fall back as he groaned, rocking his erection against my belly.

Before I could say anything, he lifted me up with such ease that I gasped. I wrapped my legs around him, and he carried us to the bed.

“I need to taste you.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

I was on the bed, dress at my waist, and I could barely think.

He knelt at the edge of the bed, my thighs pressed around his face, and then he was moving. He tongued my clit, taking his sweet time to explore my pussy as he ate me out to the point that my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. I slid my hand through his hair, forcing him closer to my cunt. His beard tickled my inner thighs, but it didn’t matter. All I wanted was to come on his face, and then to touch him. I just wanted him.

He continued to explore me, until I could barely breathe, and when I finally came, I whispered his name, and he groaned against my flesh. He pulled back, and I blinked up at him lazily, my breasts heavy, my body flushed. He undid his shirt quickly, showing me those rock hard abs, his chest that I wanted to bite. I noticed the puckered scars there, the ones that I knew had come from bullet wounds when he had been overseas. But I didn’t ask him. This wasn’t the time. I didn’t know if there would ever be a time.

I reached up and glided my hands over the hoops in his nipples, and he smiled.

“Like that?”

I nodded and reached back to unzip my dress.

“I need to get out of this.”

“Then let’s work on that.”

He undid my dress, and I wiggled out of it, both of us tossing it to the side. Then he was undoing his pants, shoving them to the floor, and we were all over each other, our hands roaming, our mouths unable to stop moving.

I reached between us, gripping his cock, and realized that my thumb and forefinger didn’t meet.

I groaned, sliding myself along him, leaving my wetness along his length.

“How long have you had your barbell there?” I asked, gently playing with the jewelry at the tip of his dick.

“A while now,” he said softly, looking at where we met. He had one hand on my side, drawing circles with his finger, the other gently fingering me.

I rocked into him, needing a moment to catch my breath.

“Will I hurt you?”

He shook his head. “I can get myself off going pretty hard, Scarlett. You’re not going to hurt me with those dainty hands of yours.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, Hudson.”

And there it was, the truth on multiple levels, but we did what we did best and didn’t talk about it.

Instead he slid his fingers out of me and tapped them against my mouth.

“Open.”

I did so and tasted myself on him. I nearly came right then, wondering what exactly this man did to me.

Instead he leaned back, and I straddled him.

“Farther up,” he ordered, and I frowned, slowly rocking myself along his cock.