Eleven
As soon as they’d reached the edge of the property, Viviana stopped and listened. No sounds except birds, the movement of the tree branches, the hum of insects.
Her own heartbeat, too fast in her own ears. Hudson’s heartbeat, solid and comforting. He stood at her side, looking down at her with an easy smile on his face.
They were back at Viviana’s favorite spot, near the dry creek bed. The scene of their first kiss, which had been days ago. Days of thinking about Hudson, dreaming about him, imagining his lips on her skin.
Viviana shifted back into her human form.
Neither of them needed to say a word. One of his arms came around to her waist and dipped to her ass, clutching her to him so their hips were flush. Viviana let out a soft moan. She wanted to be closer to him, with fewer clothes on.
She rubbed against him, thinking that if she could purr, she’d be purring now. This was—this was amazing. She tugged on his t-shirt, so he lifted it up and over his head, revealing beautiful muscles, beautiful skin. She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, until they rested at his waist. But she didn’t stop there. She crept her hands around to his belt buckle. After unfastening it, she unbuttoned his jeans and forced her hand in, cupping his length. So thick, hard. She wanted to see it, taste it. She wanted it inside her—she imagined it felt just as good in real life as in that dream she’d had.
No, without a doubt she knew it would feel better.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. She’d started taking it shortly after her first time with Ben. “I want this.”
His voice was husky. “Are you sure? I know I’m not…I’m not like you.”
“Not a shifter, you mean?” she asked.
He nodded.
“That doesn’t matter to me,” she said. “I thought it did before, but it doesn’t. Besides, you’re just as strong. You bested me on the lawn, remember?”
He grinned against her mouth. “I remember. That was when I first thought there was chemistry between us.”
She felt bashful when she said, “I had a dream about you last week.”
“Tell me.”
“Oh no,” she said. “I’d much rather show you.”
It seemed incredible to her that he was right here, in front of her, for the taking. She’d known he was watching her all week, and each time she’d caught his gaze on her, it had given her a warm sensation, all over her body.
With a lot more confidence than she felt, she reached for his waistband and unfastened his jeans. He helped her push them to the ground and stepped out of them.
Then he kissed her mouth, her cheek, her ear. His whisper was husky. “I want you on my lap, Viviana.”
He said her name like an endearment, and it thrilled her. “Tell me what to do,” she whispered.
He sat back on his crumpled pants and gestured her forward. “Stand over me, then lower yourself down—yeah, that’s right.”
Viviana sat on his lap, her thighs against his. His dick pressed against her thigh, but he wasn’t inside her yet. He rubbed his face across her breasts. She gasped at the scintillating feeling of his whiskers brushing against her skin. When he took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked, hard, Viviana bucked against him, throwing her head back in pleasure.
She was wet already. Several days of looking, flirting, and “accidental” touches had led to this moment. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her. She reached between them and grabbed his dick in her hand, then held it in place while she slowly fit herself over him.
It was a tight fit, and she breathed against the full, stretching feeling. It was just on the good side of pain.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice a low whisper.
“Yeah,” she said, panting. She could take it. She only had to be still for a second.
He didn’t move, allowing her to take what she needed. Slowly, ever so slowly, she inched off of him. The friction sent tendrils of desire growing through her body, vines of pleasure spreading through her limbs.
He came up slightly to meet her when she came back down, and they worked in small, short movements while Viviana adjusted to his size.
When she came down again, her wetness made it slicker, and she was now more comfortable. Her clit brushed against him. “That—feels good,” she gasped.
Hudson kissed her neck, biting it gently, before trailing kisses down to her breasts. He held them in his hands while Viviana moved up and down on his cock. He tweaked her nipples, tugging gently, and she moved faster. The vines of pleasure were now forming blossoms, growing larger and stronger within her. Hudson moved one hand to her hip, guiding her up and down for a moment. Then he moved to her clit, brushing it with his thumb every time Viviana moved up.
The friction was unbearable. The flowering vines within her were scattering, the blossoms bursting, and they had nowhere to go but out with her scream as she came. “Hudson!”
He pressed his face against her chest and thrust upward inside of her a few more times before his muscles strained and he tensed up. She felt his seed emptying, filling her with warmth.
She’d had no idea it could be so good.
She leaned against him. The blossoms of her pleasure scattered in the breeze, slowly and lazily. Her chest heaved against Hudson’s. She couldn’t help but feel like something magical had just happened—it went beyond the sharing of an orgasm with another person and being vulnerable in that brief moment. It went beyond the realization of how amazing sex could be.
She felt a connection to him—a connection she didn’t understand, but it was stronger than the elements.