How have I known him all my life and never known the intensity of his kiss, his touch, his lovemaking?
I notice then that I’m on my side, and Hudson is dappling my skin with kisses everywhere. Massaging me with his arms and his mouth as I shudder through my powerful aftershocks.
He finishes with one kiss on my shoulder, and I sense his weight leaving the bed.
“Where?” I ask, nearly incoherent.
“Just turning on the shower,” he says, laughing.
“Come back here; I don’t want you to…”
But I’m already airborne in his arms, and he’s setting me down in the shower.
I lean into him, sloppily kissing his chest. I should be exhausted, but I feel exhilarated instead. For the first time in my life, I feel exposed and yet totally protected at the same time.
I gave him my heart by just admitting he’d always had it.
There’s only one more thing I want to do right now, because he’s entirely mine.
Kissing all over his beautiful chest, I wake up his little sailor with my hands.
Always at the ready, Hudson’s dick grows as soon as I touch it. The instant response sends a fresh wave of passion through me. Knowing I have that power is exciting and sweet at the same time.
I switch off the water and kneel down in front of Hudson, thrilling at his exclamations when he realizes what I’m doing.
“Frenchie…yes, girl. That’s my girl.” He’s already desperate for it. Good.
Chapter 14
Hudson
She kisses the tip and swirls her tongue around it, taking her time to taste me.
I can’t believe this is happening after all this time. After all the times I woke up with morning wood because of this very image unbidden in my dreams.
She looks up at me while I do this, and I revel in her wanton eyes, her skin taut along her jaw and cheekbones.
“Take it, baby. You want to know how many times I dreamed of your mouth on my cock? My hands in your hair, guiding you, fucking your mouth.”
She slides me out of her sweet mouth and gives me that wicked, mischievous smile that I love so well. “Do it. Pull my hair and fuck my mouth, Hudson.”
My whole body shudders, and I’m so overjoyed I use her real name. “Adalee, I love you so fucking much.”
Her long, wet hair wrapped around my fist, I start to move in and out of her mouth. I go gently at first, but her mouth and tongue are so enthusiastic, taking more of me in with each stroke. Gritting my teeth to keep myself from hurting her, I grip her hair and hold her face with the opposite hand, and push all the way in. My cock hits the back of her throat, and still, she wants more.
“Don’t you dare let go to answer me. Blink once if you’re ready for a fucking maniac.”
Her pretty long lashes blink up at me slowly one time, and I lose myself in Frenchie’s mouth.
Nobody has ever made me feel the way that she does. Nobody has ever made me go full caveman the way she does. I grunt and thrust hard into her mouth, over and over, while my girl works her magic on me. Her magic mouth. Who knew she had this talent? I didn’t. I knew when and if we ever got together, it would be explosive. But it’s so much more than that. I might be powering into her face, but she’s got me by the balls. Literally cupping and squeezing while her tongue works over every ridge and vein.
“My fucking queen, Adalee. Look at you.”
I knew her inside and out before we came together, and now, even more so.
The roar that escapes me as I thrust into her mouth is undoubtedly going to announce to all the drunk neighbors and tourists nearby what we’re up to, and I don’t even care. Using the last bit of mental awareness I have at that moment, I grab a washcloth to catch my mess; I’m about to come so damn hard.
But my Adalee sees what I’m doing and refuses to let go, gripping my hips and swatting my hand away.
“Sweet baby Moses…fuck!”
When I come down her throat, she surprises me yet again by swallowing every drop. And then licking her lips after I ease out of her mouth.
I drop to my knees and take my sweet angel into my arms. It’s important to me to make sure she’s all right. I pull her into my lap and kiss her tenderly, massaging her knees.
She kisses me back. “You gave me a workout, sailor.”
“Hopefully not too hard,” I say. “I wouldn’t want to wreck your knees. Next time, we do that in the bed, you understand me?”
Frenchie shakes her head. “Whatever you say, big man. Blowjob-induced knee injury or not, I’ll still be able to outrun you.”
Chapter 15
Adalee
It’s not breakfast time when I wake up from the noise of both of our stomachs growling. Closer to elevensies.
But we’re both thinking the same thing.
I roll over, and Hudson is wide awake, smiling at me.
At the same time, we say, “McMuffins?”
Laughing, I roll out of bed and go on the search for my clothes. But Hudson has somehow turned into such a gentleman that he’s folded all my clothes, and they’re waiting for me at the end of the bed.
As we dress, I tell him, “You know, I always thought the sweet gestures came first, during the wooing phase.”
“Who told you that?” he says, tugging his shirt over his chest, and I’m a little sad to say goodbye to his cute
