Tie My Heartstring's ❦

wherever

Katie

I wake, too warm, and I'm wrapped around a shirtless Hudson. Even though he's fast asleep, he's holding me close. Soft morning light filters through the curtains. My head is on his chest, my leg tangled with his, my arm across his stomach.

I raise my head slightly, scared that I might wake him. He looks so young, so relaxed in sleep, so utterly beautiful.
Hmm... Reaching up, I tentatively stroke his chest, running my fingertips through the smattering of hair, and he doesn't stir.

I lean over and tenderly kiss his cheek. He moans softly but doesn't wake, and I smile. I kiss another and his eyes open. "Hi." I grin at him, guiltily. "Hi," he answers warily. "What are you doing?"

"Looking at you." I run my fingers down his torso. He captures my hand, narrows his eyes, then smiles, and I relax. Suddenly he moves on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, his hands on mine, warning me. He strokes my nose with his. "I think you're up to no good, Katie," he accuses but his smile remains.

"I like being up to no good near you."
"You do?" he asks and kisses me lightly on the lips. "Sex or breakfast?" he asks, his eyes dark but full of humor. His erection is digging into me, and I tilt my pelvis up to meet him. "Good choice," he murmurs against my throat, as he trails kisses down to my tit. "What have I done to you?" He mutters.

I'm seduced by his voice alone, but that look, that hungry look, oh my. He's standing on top of me, staring down into my eyes and bathing me in the heat that's radiating off his body. I'm stiflingly hot, flustered, and my legs are about to give out as dark desire courses through me. I want him.

He leans down, and again I think he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't.
"Do you want me to kiss you, Katie?" he whispers softly in my ear. "Yes," I breathe. "Where?" He taunts.

"Everywhere." I whisper back.

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that. I told you I am not going to touch you until you beg me and tell me what to do."

"Please," I whisper.

"Please what?" He questions.

"Touch me." I beg.

"Where, baby?" He is so close his scent intoxicating. I reach up and immediately he steps closer. "Oh, with pleasure," he chuckles. He rolls off me, standing up from the bed. Quickly he yanks my ankles, so I slide down the side of the bed.

He pulls up my oversized shirt, and yanks down my underwear. I find purchase in his hair as he kisses my inner thigh. He trails kisses up and up before he unleashes his tongue, his expert tongue. I groan and fist my hands into his hair. He doesn't stop, his tongue circling my clitoris, driving me insane, on and on, round and round. Ahhh. "Hudson, please," I beg. I don't want to come yet. I don't have the strength. "Please what, Hudson?"

"Fuck me."

"I am," he murmurs, gently blowing against me.

"No. I want you inside me." He doesn't stop his sweet, exquisite torture. I moan loudly. "Hudson... please." He stands and gazes down at me, and his lips glisten with the evidence of my arousal. I pant, staring up at him in frantic need. "I've turned you into such a greedy girl haven't I?" He chuckles.

I shift my body, standing up from the bed. Before he can protest I drop to my knees in front of him. Rather clumsily and with shaking fingers, I yank down his boxers, and he springs free. Wow. I peek up at him through my lashes, and he's gazing at me with surprise.

I take hold of him in my hand and squeeze tightly, pushing my hand back like he's shown me before. He groans and tenses, and his breath hisses through clenched teeth. Very tentatively, I put him in my mouth and suck-hard. Mmm, he tastes good.