Hudson
She gazed up at me, her wide blue eyes full of innocence. “What? I don’t know what you mean.” Then she batted her eyelashes, and I chuckled.
“I left a present for you in the closet,” I informed her, smoothly changing the subject.
As expected, Gracie’s eyes lit with excitement. She scrambled to her feet, grabbed a towel, and rushed out of the bathroom. Still a little rattled from her incredible mouth, I took a bit longer to stand. With a twist of the handle, I turned off the rain shower and reached for the other towel, wrapping it around my waist as I stepped out.
Gracie popped back into the bathroom with her package and pretty much shoved me out the door.
Laughing, I dried off and secured the towel around my waist again, then walked to the bed and turned down the covers. My energy had begun to build back up, and I couldn’t sit still while I waited for her to reappear, so I paced the length of the room a few times.
Just as I’d started to worry that she hadn’t liked my present, the door finally clicked and began to open. I held my breath, almost afraid to trust that this moment had arrived at last.
The light from the bathroom created a halo effect around Gracie as she took a few shy steps into the bedroom. I’d almost chosen a black teddy for our first time together, but at the last minute had decided to go with white—although the black and several other items were in a bag in the closet for later.
We would get married someday, but we’d already belonged to each other in every single way by then, other than a legal sheet of paper. In a moment of whimsy—that would easily cause me to lose my man card—I chose her outfit in keeping with the traditions of a white wedding.
We were both virgins, and tonight we would give each other this final gift that we’d been saving and pledge ourselves for eternity.
Gracie’s tiny, curvy body was encased in white lace so thin it played peekaboo with her pale skin. It hugged her body from the tips of her breasts to the tops of her thighs, held up by a single strap over each shoulder. Her auburn curls had begun to dry and floated around her in soft waves, her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, and her feet were adorably bare with the exception of a sparkly toe ring and pale pink polish. It was simple, yet she made it look like a million-dollar outfit.
“Damn, Gracie,” I breathed.
She giggled, and her cheeks turned pink even as she winked seductively. “Like what you see?”
I nearly swallowed my tongue when she put some extra sway in her hips and did a little turn to show me the full effect. Once she’d completed her revolution, her eyes dropped to the tent in my towel, and she smirked. “Looks like you’ve fully recovered.”
Words were impossible, so I just held open my arms and waited for her to walk into them. Once she’d pressed her soft, warm body into mine, I curled myself around her and inhaled deeply, wanting to imprint the mixture of cherry and my woman permanently inside me.
After a minute, Gracie leaned back and gazed up into my face with a loving smile. “Okay, boss. I’m ready to hold up my end of the deal.”
I lost myself in her gorgeous, ocean blue eyes for a moment, then I bent my head and stole a kiss that laid claim to her soul. Without breaking our connection, I swept her up and placed her on the bed. Only then did I finally release her lips and stand back to look over my prize.
“You know I love you,” I stated and waited for her nod. “And that I will always take care of you.” Another bob of her chin. “Do you trust me, Gracie?”
“Yes,” she whispered without the slightest doubt in her expression or voice. She made me feel like a fucking God with the complete faith in her eyes.
I padded to our suitcase and retrieved the silk ties I’d packed, then returned to the bed. When Gracie spotted them, she raised her arms above her head and spread her legs. I was so fucking hard the towel had become painful, so I flicked the knot and let the material fall to the ground.
Her eyes dropped to my long, thick shaft, and she licked her lips while her body shifted restlessly on the mattress. The movement shimmied up her chemise and flashed her bare pussy. “I fucking love that you’re waxed, baby,” I told her as I tied one of her ankles to a bedpost. “I don’t want things between us. Ever.” After securing the other, I moved up to her wrists. “Every time I slide inside you, I want to feel nothing but smooth skin. But I promised you we’d wait until you’re ready to have kids.”
Once she was secured completely, I climbed onto the bed and hovered over her on all fours. I dragged a single digit from the hollow of her throat, down her center, and under her lingerie. “You said I could have anything,” I reminded her right before I slid that same finger through her slit, circling her clit and then dipping it inside her channel. I growled when her muscles clamped around it. “So tight,” I groaned. “I’m going to fuck you bare tonight, Gracie. We’ll use protection after, but tonight, our first night together like this, I need to have all of you.”
Gracie pumped her hips, urging me to sink my finger deeper, but I withdrew it and sucked the digit clean, giving her a pointed look. “Just tonight,” she agreed breathlessly.
Moving back, I eyed her outfit as I knelt between her knees. “I thought I’d want to savor this,” I murmured as I smoothed my hands over the fabric from her tits to her hips and back up. “But I’d rather rip it off and buy another one.”
Gathering the material in my fists, I yanked the delicate lace apart and tore it from her body. She gasped, and her big tits bounced as they spilled out.
I cupped the round globes and flicked my thumbs over her firm, rosy nipples. “I can’t wait for the day when I get to taste these while they’re dripping with sweet cream, baby,” I purred. She moaned, and I pinched each bud before licking the tips to soothe the sting. “You’ll feed our little ones, and then I’ll eat the leftovers.”
My hands drifted down to her flat stomach. “You’re going to look so fucking sexy with a round belly. Just the thought of seeing the proof that I’ve bred my woman while I fuck her soaking wet pussy has me on the verge of coming right now.”
“Hudson,” Gracie moaned.
I immediately placed my hand at her throat and pressed just hard enough to get her full attention. “I did not give you permission to talk, Gracie. However, tonight, I want to hear you moan, whimper, cry, and scream my name over and over. Be as loud as you want, baby. Don’t hold back.”
Gracie’s blue eyes had darkened to navy and she bit her lip for a brief second before whimpering, “I need you, Hudson, please.”
My cock was already leaking a sticky mess onto my abs, but I wanted to avoid hurting Gracie as much as possible, so I reached for my control and settled on my stomach between her legs.
The first lick of her pussy almost blew my control to shit. Her flavor burst on my tongue, and I groaned in ecstasy. “So fucking good.” Suddenly starving, I devoured her until I’d pushed her over the edge twice and had barely a thread of control left to hold on to.
I’d stretched her pussy as much as I could and hoped it would be enough to cause her as little pain as possible. My pixie was made for me, so I knew her tight little pussy would take my cock like a champ, but it would still be painful this first time since she was a virgin.
I kissed my way up her body, lavishing attention on her tits before crushing my mouth over her once again. Our tongues twisted and played, dancing in rhythm with our hearts until I’d reached my limit. “Are you ready, baby?”
“I’ve been ready for years, Hudson,” she teased through choppy breaths. “Make me yours.”
“You’ve always been mine,” I growled.
I’d been dreaming of having Gracie’s legs wrapped around me for years, so I hastily released them from their bonds before settling between them once again. My cock nudged her entrance and our gazes locked. Her blue eyes were cloudy with passion and filled with hunger. I was sure they mirrored the need in mine.
Slowly, I pushed inside, and when I was barely an inch deep, I had to stop a
nd take several deep breaths to keep from coming at just that small amount of ecstasy. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” I urged her legs around my waist, and the change of position caused her inner muscles to squeeze me even more. “Fuck,” I grumbled as I dropped my face into the crook of her shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
Gathering my strength, I moved in farther, grateful that her juices were making it a fairly easy glide. She was so damn tight. When I felt the resistance of her virginity, I paused to let her adjust fully to my size. Then I raised my head and asked softly, “Are you ready?”
“More than ready,” she assured me with a sweet smile that I felt to my very soul.
I covered her mouth with my own, ratcheting up her passion in hopes of lessening the pain as I rammed through the barrier until I was sheathed from root to tip. Ripping my lips away, I threw my head back and shouted, “Fuck!”
My body was screaming for me to move, but I very barely managed to keep still and check on Gracie. “Are you alright?” I rasped through my clenched jaw.
“I’m so full,” she moaned. “Move, Hudson, please!”
My control snapped, and I reached up to grab the headboard as I began to pound inside her, fast and hard.
“You feel amazing wrapped around my fat cock, baby.” I looked down between us and watched my dick retreat, shiny with her juices and tinged pink with her virginal blood, before disappearing inside her hot, wet channel. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and the base of my spine began to tingle.
Gracie cried out, and her legs tightened around me as if she were afraid I would pull out. Not fucking happening.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Squeeze your tight pussy,” I encouraged in a guttural tone. “Milk my cock, Gracie. Fuck, yes!”
The mattress squeaked with the force of my thrusts, and I had to move my hands to the mattress when the headboard began to slam into the wall.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” I groaned. “Fuck! Yes! Oh, fuck!”
Her big tits were bouncing enticingly, and I dropped my head to suck one beaded peak in my mouth.
“Oh, Hudson! Yes! Yes!” Gracie cried out, her volume escalating as her muscles went taut. I could feel she was close and prayed I lasted long enough to push her over the edge first.
I switched to her other nipple, and she thrust her chest up, begging for more. It was all I could take. “Come, Gracie,” I demanded.
She froze for a beat, then shattered in my arms as she screamed my name. I drove in twice more before planting myself as deep as possible and roaring as my climax crashed over me and come burst from my dick. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”
I stayed buried inside her, but I rocked with the fast pace of my racing heart, drawing out both our orgasms for as long as possible. Endless streams of jizz spurted from my tip, filling her womb until it spilled out between us.
When I finally appeared to be empty, I untied her wrists and collapsed onto the mattress beside her. “Holy shit,” I breathed as I gathered her into my arms. “That was…”
“Better than my dreams,” Gracie finished.
“You fantasize about me a lot, baby?” I teased.
Gracie snorted. “I guarantee it wasn’t nearly as much as you.”
“True,” I conceded with a chuckle. “But about those fantasies...rest up because as soon as I’ve recovered, I’m fucking you in those sexy as hell heels.”
5
Hudson
A knock on my office door interrupted my stream of thought, and I glared at my computer and shouted, “Go away!” Then immediately lost myself in my work again.
An idea had come to me a couple of weeks before, and I’d been engrossed in the project ever since. It was also how I distracted myself from brooding about the fact that things with Gracie had been tense the past few weeks. She’d decided to take a few summer courses, hoping it would help her decide what she wanted to study. I knew it would keep her busy, and I had started a few online courses toward my PhD, but I hadn’t expected to see quite so little of her. Even worse, when we were together, things sometimes seemed...off. I couldn’t quite place how, though, and hadn’t ruled out the idea that I was imagining it. However unlikely that possibility was.
Right after Gracie’s birthday, she and I moved in with London in her parents' Manhattan brownstone. I came clean with Gracie about my education shortly after. While she’d been really fucking mad at me for a few hours, she eventually let me make it up to her with my mouth and cock over and over until she’d forgotten all about what I was apologizing for.
I’d finally been able to tell her about working for her dad as well, although the nature of my projects was still classified. The very, very nice nest egg I’d built us had soothed some of the sting out of that secret. However, only a handful of others knew about my position and projects. My focus remained on building a life with Gracie, and I didn’t want headhunters and whoever the fuck else buzzing around me like annoying bees. And if anyone made Gracie feel like she was keeping me from greater things, I would end them. Because nothing, nothing was more important to me than her and our future family.
I thought we’d left all the omission and deception behind us, but now it felt like she was the one keeping secrets.
The door opened, and I growled at the intruder in warning.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re working on?” Jonah asked as he dropped onto an empty chair beside me, completely disregarding my clearly anti-social mood.
I gave him the side-eye before returning my attention to my computer screen. If he had been anyone else, I would have bitten their head off for asking me about a project before I was ready to share. I hated rolling out half-baked ideas. I always insisted they be fleshed out to a certain point before bringing them to my team.
However, Jonah didn’t hover, which told me this visit was about something else. I found a stopping place and made a couple of notes, then sat back in my chair and turned it to face him. “Cut the bullshit. What’s up?”
“Do you use that kind of language with Grace?” His tone vibrated with annoyance, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
He clearly had a bone to pick with me about something, and while I was in a shitty mood, I decided not to push his buttons. “Seeing as how you are the only other person in the world who loves Gracie almost as much as I do, I’ll refrain from my usual snark about the things I say to my girl in private.” Much. I decided not to push his buttons much.
Jonah’s lips pinched for a beat before he grunted, “What you say to and around my Grace is between the both of you until you make her cry, Hudson.”
I scrambled to my feet in shock and shouted, “What the fuck? Gracie cried? Who made her cry? I’m going to kill them!”
My boss sighed and leaned back, crossing his arms over his bulky chest as he studied me. “It wasn’t you?”
“Fuck no!” I practically dismissed him from my mind as I shut down my computer and began to gather my things. Although, most of my belongings were left at the front of the building before the first security checkpoint. Not even standard headphones were allowed to be taken in and out of a building like this since theoretically, they could be fashioned into a recording device.
“Seems odd that she would cry over the sight of a wedding dress if you weren’t the cause of it,” he mused. That brought me to a halt before spinning around to face him.
“A wedding dress?”
Jonah nodded in confirmation and added, “Penny said they walked by a bridal store on 5th Avenue and she pointed at a dress she thought Grace would like. But Grace burst into tears instead.”
I didn’t wait around for more information. With a careless wave, I was out the door and on my way home.
When I arrived, I sprinted up to the third floor and burst into our suite. “Gracie? Baby?”
Silence greeted me.
I didn’t find her in our rooms, so I jogged down one floor to the master suite where London slept and knocked loudly.
; “Come in.”
I pushed open the door and stuck my head inside, my eyes doing a quick sweep and finding my girl curled up on an overstuffed chair with London, munching on popcorn from the bucket situated between them.
“You’re home early,” London observed as she pointed the remote at the big flat screen and turned it off.
My eyes were glued to Gracie as I approached, inspecting every inch of her face as if I’d find remnants from her earlier tears. “Your dad dropped by my office,” I murmured to her.
Gracie’s brow knitted, and she cocked her head to the side. “Am I supposed to infer something special from your boss stopping by your office?”
I stopped in front of her and unlodged the bucket, handing it to London. “He wasn’t there as my employer, Gracie.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “More like my future father-in-law.” I used the phrase with a pointed tone.
Gracie paused in the process of putting her arms around my neck. It was so subtle I almost missed it, and I probably would have if not for the meaningful look she shared with London. “Other than the visit from my dad, how was your day, babe?” she asked brightly before pressing her plush lips against mine.
Worry had been festering since I’d left my office, so the feel of her in my arms unlocked a flood of relief, which opened up my blood flow to my entire body. I palmed her ass and lifted her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I tore my mouth away long enough to say, “Later, Cos.” Then I kissed Gracie all the way back upstairs to our bedroom.
I wanted to talk. To get to the bottom of whatever had made my woman cry and find out if it had anything to do with how distant she’d seemed lately. But Gracie had other ideas, and I had no armor against her sweet, enthusiastic seduction. It took over an hour to get back around to why I’d come home in search of her.
“Your dad told me what happened with your mom this afternoon,” I said softly as I ran my hands through her long auburn tresses. We were reclined against the headboard in our bed, and her cheek rested on my pec. I felt her expression change, but her head was bent forward, so I didn’t have a sense of what it indicated. “Do you want to tell me why the sight of a wedding dress made you cry, baby?”
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