I felt the way his muscles trembled above me, barely contained. I told him to show me more, and in a way how hard it was for him to hold back showed me everything I needed to know. I felt his eyes on my skin, the way he watched me almost worshipfully from between my thighs. I felt each achingly slow lap of his tongue as he started to move down there, slowly teasing and tasting, waking me back up again .

I felt my heart, squeezing tight in my chest, like he was holding in his hand .

"Mine," I thought I heard him say .

I looked up. "What?" I half asked, half-gasped as his tongue lazily circled my clit .

He looked up. "You're mine," he said .

With a start and an indrawn breath, I realized he was right .

"Say it?" he asked. It was not so much a plea as an order .

"Are you mine?" I asked, hesitating. Because I knew myself now. I couldn't do casual. I'd never given myself before, because I knew that once I did, I was gone forever. I had to know .

He pushed up on his elbows. I squirmed a little under his blue gaze, but he just looked at me. It was so strange to just be watched like this, with no judgment, no words. Just a simple gaze that spoke right to my soul .

"I'm yours," he finally said .

"I'm yours," I replied immediately .

His lips crashed into mine. I tasted myself on his tongue, and far from being embarrassed, I felt exhilarated that I'd marked him as mine even as his tongue claimed me as his. He kissed me, devouring my mouth in a wet, melting kiss and I knew he was showing me just like I'd asked him to. This kiss was a promise .

I arched up to him, letting him slide his hands under my shoulders. He lifted us both up, settling me on his lap. "I'm going to watch you," he said as he slid his long finger between my soft folds. "Go ahead," he said, nodding as I arched into the heel of his hand. "I'm going to hold you right here and feel you while you make yourself come. Do it." I was rocking into his hand now, more urgently, a kind of strange, loving lap dance, and as I did, his finger dipped closer and closer to my entrance, dragging sparks along my skin every time he did .

I exhaled a ragged gasp. "Put it inside me," I begged .

He hummed his approval and I groaned as the thickness slid inside of me. He let out an animal sound, kissing my neck and we rocked in place, undulating, as I impaled myself on his fingers and ground my clit into the heel of his hand .

He pressed his palm into the small of my back, and with each rocking thrust he pressed against me, intensifying each feeling. I could feel my jaw going slack, and I squeezed my eyes tight, seeing the sparks behind my eyelids. "Watch me," he said, another half order-half plea. "I need to see your eyes. I can feel you starting to come, oh shit, you're so tight on my finger. You're trying to crush my finger with that hot little pussy of yours, aren't you Tallula? You're so greedy. I love how much you want it. Get it. Come for me. Come all over my hand and let me kiss you while you do ."

It was like my body was waiting for his permission. I felt it, that slow heaviness, spreading and spreading and then suddenly seizing me in its grip, my whole body clenched and I heard Hudson hiss "yessss," as I bucked, faster and faster, chasing that spreading warmth blooming out of my core until suddenly it caught, like a match to a pilot light. "Oh!" I cried, because I wasn't expecting it to be so ferocious. I wasn't expecting it to be even better than the first time he'd made me come, and I wasn't expecting to lose all control. I cried out and Hudson didn't shush me, he encouraged me, gazing up in rapt awe as I fell apart above him .

"Fuck," he hissed again as I slumped forward. I felt him pull his sopping fingers from inside of me. When he touched it to his lip, then licked it, I felt a shiver of anticipation. "Taste," he told me, spreading my slickness on my lips. "Now kiss me ."

I kissed him with everything I had. All the waiting, and the anxiety and the fear and the hope and the sadness I'd felt since he'd left were wrapped up in that kiss. It was like finding the last piece of a puzzle and sliding it into place and suddenly the whole picture was clear. I knew there was a point in my life where I didn't know him, didn't need him, but now I couldn't imagine going on without him .

He kissed me. He loves kissing me, I realized with some kind of dazed coherence. I loved how he murmured against my mouth, half-heard sounds and mumbled oaths that filled my ears with humming music. A blooming heat returned to my core, aching need for him .

He pressed his hand behind my neck and slowly lowered me down to the bed. I watched as he hitched his jeans down, shrugging them over his hips .

"So that's what you look like naked," I said with a grin .

He looked down and chuckled. "I hope you approve ."

His shoulders were broad but his waist and hips were narrow. He had a deep navel with a line of glinting golden hairs leading to a long, heavy cock that curved slightly up. It looked dark and silky there, standing proudly, pointing at me like it was seeking me out. I leaned forward, licking my lips a little .

"I haven't..." I gestured, licking my lips again. "Done that, before ."

"You've never sucked a cock before."' Somehow the way he said it sounded gentle, not obscene. His eyelids fluttered fast and he took a deep breath. "You don't have to ..."

"I want to," I blurted, sliding forward on the bed. "I never wanted to before but..." There was something delicious about the idea of putting my mouth on Hudson that way. He'd made me feel so good with his mouth and fingers, I wondered if I could do the same for him .

He rested his hand on the top of my head for a moment, and I heard his quick, indrawn breath. I glanced up at him. "I'm just inexperienced," I told him. "I'm not innocent ."

He laughed. "I think you're pretty innocent ."

"Are you trying to make me prove otherwise ?"

"Maybe?"

This time it was my turn to laugh. I leaned forward. Oh god , my mind screamed a second before my lips brushed that wide head .

It was silky. Soft. Skin like satin. I laughed, letting it brush against my cheek. "It feels so nice!" I crowed in delight .

"Um, same here," Hudson groaned. He seemed to want to put his hands on my head, and guide me, but he was also holding back, so I reached up and caught his hands in mine. He squeezed them tight as I slid his cock into my mouth .

I'd always assumed that it would be degrading. To be on your knees, sliding a man's cock between your lips, servicing him like that. But as I slowly began to move my head, slipping that silky soft skin past my lips, all I felt was power. I had him trembling. I was in control; I was the one making him groan, louder and louder. I was the one who wrapped my fist around the base of his dick and began to move it in time with my lips, moving up and down in one smooth motion in a way he seemed to really like, because he collapsed forward, bracing his palms on the bed. I slid forward further, feeling the muscles in his sculpted ass quiver with the strain of holding back. In a rush of power, I slid my hands up to his hips and moved them for him, letting him arch into me, thrusting deeper and deeper into my throat .

With a roar, he suddenly pulled back, gasping. "You're going to make me come ."

"I want you to come," I said, suddenly eager for precisely that. "I want to...know what you taste like ."

"Jesus, you're going to be the death of me. Soon. If that's what you really want, I'm sure I can see my way to making it happen for you. But now I want to fuck you, Lulu ."

"I'm on the pill," I said, leaning back and spreading for him. I was suddenly eager for it. My body, having only felt him once, seemed to remember everything about what we'd done together and I was trembling to do it again .

"I'm still using this anyway," he chuckled, holding up the condom. "Brand new ."

I snorted. "You thought you were getting lucky here in Italy ?"

"Oh I think I'm very lucky. I have the best girl and the best job and the best life I could want. I'm the luckiest sonofabitch the state of Texas ever sent forth ."

I laughed as he slid his arms under me, pulling me tight. For a moment he just held me, his blond head nuzzled to my chest, his nose against my neck. He pushed up onto his elbow, and his eyes darted back and forth, watching me. When he saw whatever it was he was looking for, he braced himself. I felt the brush of his cock past my entrance, teasing me as I hissed and arched towards him. He slid his sheathed cock up so that is slid against my folds past my clit. "Oh you like that," he murmured, bending to my neck again .

"I like it better when you put it inside of me," I grumbled .

"Greedy," he chided, sliding across me again .

"Hudson!"

"Yes, sweetheart ?"

"Bloody, put your cock in me, for fuck's sake !"

He laughed. "Man does it turn me on when you get all British on me," he said, but he stopped teasing me, finally pressing against my pussy. I was so wet, so swollen and ready for him that he slipped inside of me with one precise movement of his hips .

This time there was no burn, no hesitation. We fit together and once again I thought of the jigsaw puzzle. The missing piece .

Hudson growled and bent to brush his lips past my breast as he began to move inside of me, short, slow strokes to get me going, but I was already gone. I clung to his back, wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him as close to me as I could get him. Clawing, scrabbling, arching to touch him with every bit of me, I felt myself losing what little control I had left .

"Fuck, Tallula." His voice was hoarse, ragged and I loved that he was losing control just like I was. And what's more I loved that he was letting me see him lose control. I kissed him, cupping his face to watch him go wild-eyed, his face contorted with strain and wonder .

"Show me," I whispered .