by Thorn, Lacey
“You’re so easy,” he vowed, and she agreed with a heartfelt moan as he slid one hand under the waistband of her leggings and squeezed one cheek. She ground her pussy over the length of his cock and damned the clothes they still wore.
“Naked,” she ordered, sliding down one hand to tug at his shorts. When she didn’t make any progress that way, she groped his cock through the material, fondling his length.
Hudson moved quickly. “Loosen up,” he ordered, tapping her thighs then standing her on her feet once she’d unclenched them from around him. He spun her around, and she automatically leaned forward, bending low and gripping the couch. Her leggings and panties disappeared with one jerk, and his fingers found her. He thrust two inside and pumped them. “Always so ready for me.”
His cock brushed her ass, the hair on his thighs caressing the back of her legs. His knuckles caressed her as he guided his cock to her entrance. The corona slid along her pussy lips, gently kissing her clit before retreating and lodging at her entrance. Hudson groaned as he pressed deep, and Alice lifted on her toes to get the exact angle she wanted. He rode her hard and fast, the room filling with the sound of pounding flesh and harsh breathing. It was sheer perfection.
She blindly reached for one of the pillows adorning the sofa and brought it to her mouth, biting down on it to muffle her screams as the pleasure tossed her closer to orgasm. His hips were a constant tap, tap, tap against the curve of her buttocks and thighs. His hard grip was the only thing keeping her on her feet.
A slight noise from the corner table had them both pausing, breaths held. He slowly came over her, linking his fingers with hers.
“Shh, baby, or we won’t get to finish what we started.” His cock pressed impossibly deep, and she whimpered as she balanced on the edge of pleasure and pain. “I can tell how close you are by how fucking soaked my cock and balls are.”
He disengaged one hand and slipped it along her belly and between her legs. His fingers zeroed in on her clitoris, and he rubbed tight circles around it as he moved again. His thrusts were slow and easy. His fingers were not. He pinched the nub between his fingers then tugged on it. Every muscle in her body tensed as if they were going to snap. Then they did, going liquid as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her.
“So good, baby,” he moaned, burying his face in her neck to muffle his groans as he joined her.
They stayed that way for a long moment, Hudson’s weight heavy at her back.
“Think we can sneak in a shower really quick?” he murmured, dropping an open-mouthed kiss under her ear.
“Maybe,” she whispered back. “But that requires us moving. Soon.”
He groaned again as he eased off her. “Damn, woman, you make me weak in the knees.”
“Funny,” she countered. “You do the same to me.”
They tiptoed down the hall, and Alice set the monitor on the sink while Hudson started the water.
“How long do you think we have?” he asked.
“Five minutes,” she said, glancing back at the picture displayed. “Maybe.”
Her husband chuckled. “I’ll be quick then. You relax. Take your time. Why don’t you run a bath when you’re done rinsing off?”
“That sounds nice,” she agreed.
He was in and out and heading down the hall before she’d really even started. After a quick wash, she shut off the water and stepped out onto the mat. She wasn’t surprised to see he’d laid out her bath salts and bubbles. She started the tub filling then flipped off the lights. With a flick of her fingers, she lit the dozen candles that lined the tub and windowsill. She slipped into the warm water, turning the faucet off and the jets on. Relaxing into the tub, she closed her eyes, leaning her head back along the rim.
Moments like this were few and far between since they’d had the twins nine months ago. Not that Hudson didn’t spoil her. The man always took care of her, and the boys loved their daddy. Their little faces lit up every time they heard Hudson’s voice. She still argued it was from all the reading he’d done to her belly while she’d been pregnant.
Then there were the grandparents. Alice’s mom had shocked her by moving closer as soon as Alice told her she was expecting the boys. Lucy had become fast friends with Hudson’s parents and the three were always begging to whisk away the twins for a few hours. It was nice, but Alice loved days when it was just her and Hudson with the babies.
She shut off the jets and sat up, releasing the plug with her toes. After drying off and setting the bathroom to rights, she headed down the hallway to the boys’ room. Finding it empty, she headed to the master bedroom. Hudson lay on the bed with the boys snuggled in his arms. Her heart melted at the sight. Though the television was on, her husband was completely focused on his sons.
She leaned against the doorframe, watching. Her hand automatically dropped to her stomach to cradle the new life that was just beginning to take root inside her. She’d tell Hudson later when the boys were down for the night, when her husband was making love to her.
“You going to stand there watching, Mrs. Baines? Or do you plan to join us?”
Her lips curled up at the corners, and she joined her family on the bed.
“I love you, Mr. Baines,” she whispered to Hudson and reveled in the way his face still lit at her words.
“What have you done to me?” he murmured, and she laughed at the glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Magic, Mr. Baines. The very gravest of magics.”
“You’ll have to show me this grave magic later,” he demanded. “After these two are down for the count.”
“My pleasure,” she assured him, but he corrected her.
“Our pleasure, baby. Always ours.”
About the Author
Lacey is a hyper blonde, bouncing through life with her magical bracelets of positivity. A die-hard gamer (she refuses to call it an addiction), she resides in Oklahoma, mom to three awesome children, one demanding dog, and one crazy cat. She has a passion for life and tends to leap long before she checks for safety exits. She writes possessive, alpha heroes who demand everything from the women they love. Believing sex is an integral part of a healthy romantic relationship, she doesn’t believe in closed doors, or even confining things to the indoors. Her stories reflect her strong family ties, friendships that showcase how some family consists of those we choose, and a goofy sense of humor that helps keep her laughing through all life’s ups and downs.
She loves to chat with anyone and often does to the annoyance of her children who are always in a hurry. If you want to talk books, television, movies, actors, World of Warcraft, prepping for the zombie apocalypse, or music (she loves music!), drop her a line at [email protected].