As hot as it was to hear, I wasn’t having it. There was no way his demanding-sexy-alpha shtick was going to work. He’d held the reins to this encounter long enough. Now that I’d broken my one and half year streak of strictly self-administered climaxes, I was feeling much more like myself. I’d been off balance all night—hell I’d been off balance since I tapped Hud’s bumper—but tonight had been particularly shaky.
The first thing that had knocked me flat on my ass was his surprise appearance at my door with flowers. He’d basically written a love song about my smile, which proceeded to knock the emotional wind out of me. Then he basically sucker punched me when he handed me my walking papers. And before I could gain my footing from that TKO, he was waxing poetic about how being close to me and not being able to touch me was torture, and then went all Richard Gere at the end of Officer and a Gentleman, scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom where he proceeded to rock my world.
But now, post-world rocking, I was feeling much stronger, invincible even. Like Superman gets charged from the sun, I seemed to derive my power from orgasms. Who knew?
I sat up, still unable to tear my gaze from his manhood, and reached out my hand. When I wrapped my fingers around his steel rod they didn’t come close to touching and my core clenched as tingles spread through me. I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or excitement. Maybe a little of both.
Hud hissed as I squeezed my hold, loving the heaviness in my palm. A bead of arousal appeared on his tip and I traced my thumb over it. I ran my hand down, loving the feeling of his velvety soft skin gliding across my palm. When I reached the base, I pulsed my grip and twisted before sliding it back up.
“You have ten seconds and then show and tell is over.” His voice sounded pained.
“You really want to boss me around when I have you by the balls?” I reached my other hand up and cupped beneath his shaft. “Literally.”
He stared down at me, his gaze intense and fixed, like a lion about to pounce on a cheetah. “Five…four…three…”
My heart was pounding in time to his countdown and my body was once again strung tight with lust. By the time he got to one I was vibrating in anticipation.
Okay, so maybe him being all demanding-sexy-alpha was going to work just fine after all.
In less than a second I was flat on my back, my hands pinned above my head, and his large body hovering over me. I tried to pull my arms down, but they weren’t going anywhere.
“Did you learn that move in the academy?” I asked, trying not to let the fact that this new position was majorly turning me on show.
I’d dabbled in bondage before, but it just wasn’t for me. It didn’t excite me, it was limiting and frustrating. I could never relax enough to enjoy myself. Maybe it was because I never really trusted my partners. Not implicitly. Not like I did with Hud.
He ignored my clever inquiry and lowered his head, pressing his lips first to my jaw, then lower onto my neck, covering it in hot, wet kisses. Then he moved even lower onto my collarbone, taking his time to brand every inch of my skin with his lips, his tongue. This wasn’t foreplay. Hud was worshipping me, making love to me with his mouth.
By the time he made it to the top swell of my breast I was about ready to come for a third time. A familiar tension was coiling in my center and I was dizzy with roaring urgency.
When he traced my nipple with his tongue, my back came up off the mattress and my arms tugged down. His grip tightened, holding them securely in place, which served to heighten my pleasure to overflowing. In unhurried exploration he took his time kissing, licking and sucking each of my breasts. Just when I thought he would bring me to the brink with one he would move to the other.
As much as I was enjoying the buildup, my body was aching, throbbing for more.
“Hud, please,” I whimpered.
Before I’d even got to “please,” I heard the tear of a condom wrapper and felt the broad head of his shaft at my entrance. When he started to push in a sharp sting snapped me out of the bliss clouds I’d been floating in and back to reality. He immediately stilled and I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me with concern.
“Sorry, it’s just…it’s been a while,” I explained.
“How long is a while?”
“Umm,” I wasn’t sure why I felt a sudden bout of shyness. It’s not like it was a bad thing that I hadn’t had sex in a year and a half. It was a conscious choice. “A year.”
He stared down at me, his expression unchanged.
“And a half,” I finished.
“Why?” he asked, and I didn’t know why, but I felt like the answer really mattered to him.
“Because I wanted…more.”
“Me too,” he said.
“You want more, too?”
“No…well yes…but that’s how long it’s been for me, too.”
“What?” I felt my face scrunch up in surprise. Unlike Hud or Lady Gaga, I didn’t not have a p-p-p-p-poker face. “That means you haven’t been with anyone since Ali.”
He nodded.