My heart is pounding as I slam the door shut to my room. I’m pacing the floor, the blood
roaring in my ears and hot across my face as I bring one of my fingers to my lips and chew at the
cuticle; a habit I’ve been trying to kick since I was a kid. Shit; I just walked in on Hudson totally
naked with those absolutely insane abs, those grooved muscles of his hips and that holy-fucking-
shit HUGE cock. I can feel the blush bloom hotter through my face as I think of that particular
part of him again; the part that had me staring and frozen like I was under a spell of some kind.
It’s the part of him that has me wetter than I’ve ever been as the mental image of it sears itself
into my brain.
I’m used to living alone, but I can’t believe I just barged in through a closed bathroom
door. And I stayed! Why on earth hadn’t I just turned on my heal and bolted as soon s I’d seen
him, instead of staring at him and his- his cock like I was some sort of sex-starved, tongue-tied
weirdo! And what was I thinking letting him get that close to me, so close that I actually felt him
against my thigh like that.
‘Say the word, Reagan’
My breath comes shaking as the desire floods through me, and I stop pacing to lean my
forehead against the door. I have no idea where I possibly found the ability to say no, and as I
feel my pulse throbbing in my ears and between my legs, I almost wish I could go back in time
and try a different answer.
“Reagan.”
The knock at my door makes me jump, makes my heart leap into my throat; “Go away,
Hudson.” I croak out. It takes every ounce of my control to keep my voice level and not betray
the quaver I’m trying so hard to contain; “And learn to lock the damn door!”
I can hear him growl in the hallway; “Will you just open this one and we can ta-“
“There’s nothing to talk about.” My eyes are clenched tightly, my fingers digging into my
palms as I chew at my lip, not sure if I want to will him to walk away or break the door down
and take me right here and now. I can hear him swear under his breath on the other side of the
door and then I jump at the sound of a palm slamming flat against the doorframe.
“Damnit, Reagan, open-“
“There’s nothing to talk about, Hudson.” I saw quietly; “Just lock the door next time.”
Please don’t ask me to open this door again or I know I will, I think, chewing at my lip
with my eyes closed tight. I’m so close to the edge that I know if he asks me again there’s no
way I’ll be able to say no. I clench my eyes closed even tighter, feeling my body shiver with
desire and feeling the heat pulsing between my legs. Please, ask me-
The door to the guest room slamming shut down the hallway makes me jump, and I let
my breath out suddenly, realizing I’ve been holding it. I count to three, and then ten, and then
fifty before I open my door. I poke my head out to see that the hallways is clear, before I slip out
and pad barefoot to the bathroom.
It’s still steamy in here from him, though I guess he never got a chance to take a shower
before I barged in. There’s a bottle of aftershave lying on the sink next to a razor, and before I
can stop myself, I’m holding the bottle to my nose and smelling his scent; letting it fill my senses
as the steam of the room swirls around me. His aftershave hasn’t changed, and the smell instantly
has me back there, back where we came so close. His hands are on me again, pushing me against
the stone behind us as he kisses me; his hardness pressing hotly against my thigh through his
pants.
I blush crimson, knowing that as of seven minutes ago, I know exactly what that hardness
looks like.
I shake my head to clear it as I reach to turn on the water, trying to shake him out of my
thoughts. The aftershave hasn’t changed, and as much as I want to think the man who wears it
has with this whole new sober, healthy, helpful and positive Hudson, I know it’s just a new
facade. People don’t change, not like that.
But when I step under the hot spray of the water, he’s still in my head; all of him. And as
much as I want him gone from my thoughts, as the water teases electrically over my skin, the
vivid image of his rock-hard body and his big cock standing a foot away from where I stand now
invade every corner of my brain. I’m wet; far wetter than I’d be just from standing under a
shower head, and before I can stop it, I’m pushing my hands down over my hips and over my
stomach, and sliding them lower. My fingers roll over my aching clit, making me gasp quietly as
I lean my forehead against the tile wall. A moan as soft as the steam rising around me escapes
my lips as I rub myself there, picturing Hudson standing hot and ripped and naked right in front
of me, so close that I can feel the heat from his body, and then closer still as I feel the throbbing
heat of his erection press against my thigh. I picture myself letting him go further then, instead of
pushing him away like I did. His mouth is on mine, sliding down to suck one of my nipples into
his mouth before he slides lower still until he’s sliding his tongue deep into my wetness as I buck
against his mouth. I moan again, louder this time as I slide a finger over my entrance and push it
inside. I’m squeezing my eyes shut tight, already feeling myself start to tumble as I rock my hips
to grind my clit against the palm of my hand as I picture Hudson wrapping my legs around his
muscled waist and sliding that big, hard-
The bathroom door slams open; “Is my toothbrush-“
“Hudson!” But its not a cry of anger or shock, or even surprise; its me crying out his
name as I come. And gasping out his name as my body begins to shatter pushes me tumbling
over that sweet edge as my climax explodes through me.
“I- uh-“ His voice is choked, and as I look up through the semi-frosted clear shower
curtain, I see him staring at me as he backs out of the room; “Sorry.”
The door shuts, and I slump against the wall, feeling like I want to turn to liquid and let
the water pelting down on top of me carry me right down the drain along with it.
It’s a frosted shower curtain, so- no, there’s no way-
The water and the steam swirl around me as I slide to my knees in the tub and curl my
legs up to my chin as I rock myself. He couldn’t have; God he couldn’t have.
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