The thought of that makes me laugh, and the release of it sends me rocketing toward another intense orgasm.
I clasp my arms around Hudson’s shoulders and cry out. As I do, he roars my name. We’re tightly wrapped together as our release barrels through both of us.
“I love you, Frenchie.”
“I love you so much, Hudson.”
Chapter 6
Hudson
I don’t want to be “that guy,” but I’m totally going to be “that guy” and just say it.
“If the ship wasn’t properly christened before, we surely christened it tonight, Frenchie.” I dapple kisses over her shoulder, and she jerks at the ticklish sensation.
To get more comfortable, we’ve switched locations to the guest bedroom of this three-bedroom boat.
“Oh brother,” she says. “How did I know you were going to say that?”
“Because we are like a hive mind,” I say.
She turns around to face me, and I bring Frenchie’s soft curves closer to me, reveling in the sensation of her breasts against my chest. My Frenchie.
“I’m happy,” she whispers, her nose nuzzling the scruff on my chin.
“Me too,” I say.
“I should go home and shower. Will you come with me?”
I’m covered in her scent from all the ways we’ve violated each other’s bodies tonight. And it’s giving me life. “Me? I’m never bathing again.”
“Gross,” she says, smirking.
“Hardly,” I reply, suddenly flipping her on her tummy and covering her with my entire body. She squeals and laughs. “What are you doing?”
“I’m rolling around in Frenchie. Like a naughty dog. Gonna get you all over me.”
I interrupt her laughter by using my thigh to spread her legs as I come to my knees. Seeing her spread open from this position hardens my cock all over again. I palm her soft, curvy cheeks, massaging and opening her split.
She hums a muffled sigh into the pillow.
“You wore me out, but I like it,” she says, turning her head to the side.
I take advantage of the fact that her body relaxes under my touch and stroke her up and down, everywhere. Back, shoulders, arms, the backs of her thighs. When my hands reach her upper thighs, she looks back at me. “Keep going, and you’re gonna turn me on all over again.”
I crawl up the mattress and cage her in with my arms, nuzzling her spine with my tongue, nudging the split of her tush with my cock.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all minute,” I rasp, teasing that gorgeous cleft.
She emits a small whimper of need and tries to roll over, but I press her shoulder down and whisper in her ear. “Let me feel you like this, skin to skin, just for a minute. I won’t fuck you—anywhere—unless you tell me to; I just want to explore.”
She nods. “I trust you, Hudson. Oh fuck,” she growls, biting her lip. Her back arches, her gorgeous ass rising off the bed.
“My beautiful girl,” I rumble, sliding my length through her wet folds. She starts to back up into me, letting me savor the sensations, the friction we make together. The slow slide covers me in her slippery juice, and soon the tip reaches her clit.
Frenchie’s voice trembles. “I didn’t think I could go again already, but holy balls, Hudson.”
“These balls right here?” I move quickly, slapping my nuts against her cheek.
My girl laughs so hard and shakes the bed, and then puts everything to a halt. “That’s it, get off me for a minute. I need to punish you for that,” she says.
Of course, whatever punishment Frenchie has in mind, I’m down for it, a hundred percent.
I lean back on my knees and wait.
She flips over and rises up on her knees to face me. I can’t help but suck in a breath at the sight of her. The boat rocks slightly in the wake of passing ships, and she reaches out to steady herself.
Full of concern, I ask if she’s feeling seasick. She shakes her head and smiles. “No, for some reason, I kind of forgot about it. I think being in a moored boat and knowing we’re not going anywhere has helped a bit.”
Never taking for granted what she’s doing to be with me tonight—risking feeling seasick—I cup her sweet face and kiss her deeply. “Now let’s get onto this punishment you speak of.”
She smiles wickedly, and I feel so lucky knowing that there’s a whole new kind of mischief I can get up to with my best friend. This might be my favorite mischief of all time.
First, she runs her palms up her sides, over her breasts, keeping her eyes locked on mine.
“Is this punishment? Because that’s pretty hot.”
“Hudson, I have to tell you something,” she says, rubbing her hands all over her breasts, up and down slowly, two or three more times until her nipples are so hard that I’m salivating.
“I had a dream about you this morning,” she says. She cups her breasts with both of her hands and squeezes, pulling a moan from her mouth.
“Tell me about your dream,” I say through gritted teeth. I’m beginning to understand how this is punishment. She’s trying to torture me. It’s working.
Keeping up her self-massage, she tells me the contents of her dream. “I thought it meant nothing, that I was just lonely for it, for somebody. But…”
She slips a hand down below her navel while keeping the other hand on her breast. When she reaches her wet folds and slips her fingers in while I watch, Frenchie’s eyes roll back in her head, and she bites her lip.
“Frenchie. You’re killing me, but I need to know how the dream ended.”
She opens her eyes and levels me with her gaze. “I came so hard, Hudson. You fucked me through the wall, like literally. And then, for some reason, you caused a tornado siren to go off. And I came so hard I had to change my sheets when I woke up.”
My jaw clicks. “You made yourself squirt? Fuck, Frenchie.”
She shakes her head. “No, Hudson. You made me do that. In my dream, you made me juice everywhere.
