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Chapter 15- Those Three Words, That One Action

"Can you repeat that?"

He hesitated for a second as he withdrew the distance between them. "I love you. I have from the minute you walked into the door to the second I walked into that one." He said as his glace fell to the entrance to the pool house. Confused and anxious of her silence, he went to speak before she pulled him in. Their chests hit against one another as his fingers lingered on the back of her neck-pulling him into her. The kiss quickly altered from sweet and passionate to hot and heavy. His fingers gently traced the outline of her body as her touch played with the buttons of his suit. Discovering it had been the one that Rochelle had given for his birthday, she tore everything in sight from his body until no remnants of the connection to his wife lingered. As quickly as she had done that, he turned her around and removed her dress by slowly sliding down the zipper and letting the fabric fall to her feet. Helping her step from her shoes, he ran his touch down her back and to her butt where he gently squeezed before biting her lip and forcing her head back.

Now kissing her neck, he gently pulled her hair softly as she walked back against the bed. She fell first as he ran his arm around her back and then pulled her further up. His palms rested beside her-holding himself up. His lips moved from her neck to her kiss then to her chest where he pulled his fingers behind her back and removed her bra. Feeling the goosebumps on her skin, he worsened this by gently tracing her and making her writhe under his touch.

Pulling on his boxers, he stopped her and gave her a sweet peck.

"Not yet."

Bringing his hand to her chest, he cupped her breast and began kneading and massaging as she groaned to his actions. With her cheeks filling with a red blush, unseen in the dark, she tried to keep quiet, with the fear that they would be heard-as the rest of the family was due back at any moment. His lips then moved to her chest until his tongue trailed down her stomach and to her thighs, where he then teased her to the point where she gripped the sheets beside her. Unable to hide his desire, he then pulled her legs to his sides and removed a condom from his back pocket before placing it in the desired location.

Looking to her for consent, she nodded softly before letting out a wince to feeling him between her thighs. For the first initial feeling, it had been incredibly painful-something he knew as she squealed. But by the time a few thrusts were in the works, the feeling changed from painful to pleasurable. Her fingers then pulled at his arms and back as he moved slowly, in fear of hurting her.

Bringing his hand to her cheek, he caressed her skin before his lips fell to her shoulder. Closing her eyes to the feeling of lust and ecstasy, she could hear his soft groans releasing at his movements and despite the fear of being discovered, seemed shameless in his moaning. In swift motions, Hudson then had her around him as her legs fell on either side of him. Their bodies were both damp with the mixture of each other's sweat as they panted in one another's embrace. Letting her neck fall and her hair to stick to her back, she cried out one final time before feeling a powerful kiss against her lips.

She then fell beside him, and matched his current state in being out of breath.

"Holy shit..." He said in the mix of jumbled breaths and astonished thoughts.

She turned to him. "Does this mean you will move on to some girl even younger now?"

He glared before pulling her against him.

"Nope...it means we keep doing it until we perfect it."

"And then what happens?"

"We keep having perfect sex."