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under his gaze. He let out a shaky breath,
his gaze caressing me the way his hand had just did a few moments ago.
    “You’re beautiful, Heather.”
    I smiled and reached for him, pulling him back down on top
of me. Chuckling, he gathered my skirt and bunched it around my waist before
settling between my parted legs. I could feel his erection straining behind his
jeans, my thin, cotton panties doing nothing to mask the sensation of him
there. I braced my heels against the floor and lifted my hips, grinding against
him. He let out a throaty moan and pushed forward, pinning me between him and
the floor. His body was so hard and warm on mine.
    Grasping at his shirt, I yanked on it until it was off. The
brief glance I got of his chest before he was on top of me again was
impressive. Tanned flesh, a dusting of dark hair, rippled muscles, flat,
defined abs. I had the sudden urge to lick ever glorious inch of him. Hudson
closed his mouth around my nipple, suckling it before moving to the next. The
sensations wracked my body, made me tremble in the best possible way.
    He kissed down my stomach and back up again, stopping to
tease my breasts with his tongue, taking his time, teasing me in a torturously
fantastic way. “Kiss me,” I gasped, unable to take another moment of his
teasing.
    His lips came down hard on mine in a bruising tangle of
tongue and teeth and panting breaths. Then I felt his fingers brush over my sex
and then slip under the elastic band. I gasped and lifted my pelvis, making his
thumb land on my clit, exactly where I wanted it to be. He rubbed me gently,
his pace steady and firm.
    “Hudson,” I whimpered, my orgasm steadily building inside of
me. I couldn’t believe I was so close already. He’d barely touched me, but then
again, it had been a really long time.
    “Trust me,” he said at my ear, his voice raspy and full of
need. He eased a single finger inside of me, and I clutched at his arms, my
fingernails digging into his biceps. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay.”
    I closed my eyes and did as he said – I let go. I let him
touch me, give me pleasure, bring me to much needed, glorious release. My body
writhed against his hand, wanting him to go deeper while at the same time
wanting him to keep doing exactly as he was. Keeping his finger inside of me,
he pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing it while simultaneously stroking my
inner walls. My orgasm was intense, physically draining me yet also making me
want more.
    Hudson smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “You okay?”
    “Mmm hmm,” I hummed, my eyes still closed, a satisfied smile
on my face. Even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could feel him. His body
heat rolled over me, his breath tickled my face. When I felt him move away, I
cracked open my eyes to see him unzipping his jeans, tugging them down over his
hips. I watched with fascination as he removed his boxers, leaving his manhood
bare and exposed to my gaze.
    He was big, much bigger than Phillip, and a wave of fear
washed through me. What if it hurt? What if I wasn’t good enough? What if he
found me boring and decided he no longer wanted to be with me… Like Phillip had
done?
    “I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you,” he said,
retrieving a condom from his wallet and rolling it down his length.
    “You have?” I asked before I could stop myself.
    He smiled and looked down at his erection. “Look at me, Heather.
Look how hard I am. Does it look like I’m lying?”
    “No,” I breathed out, unable to take my gaze off him.
Everything about him was so perfect, so manly. I wanted to devour him.
    “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” he asked.
    I nodded. “Yes.”
    He sighed with relief and removed my panties then my skirt.
Lying naked in front of him like this made me feel vulnerable, exposed, but
also cherished. He looked at me with so much love and adoration, emotions I
wasn’t used to seeing in a man’s eyes. Kissing me, he settled between my legs
again,