Free Web NovelChapter 227: Chapter 227 Non-Stop
Christina’s POV
The soreness wasn’t actually that bad—just a slow, pulsing ache deep in my thighs. Tolerable.
When I came out of the bathroom, Hudson was already dressed.
Downstairs, I sat at the far end of the dining table, keeping my back straight and movements deliberate.
Hudson sat across from me, propping himself up on one elbow, watching me.
"Aren’t you eating?" I asked without looking up. "Or are you just going to stare at me?"
"Not hungry."
He added. "Slow down. No one’s going to steal your food."
I tossed my spoon aside, picked up my soup bowl, drank half of it, then set it down and pressed my hand against my stomach. "I’m full."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"So you’ve regained your strength."
"Of course—"
The words caught in my throat. I nearly bit my tongue.
I looked up.
He grinned. "Good. Time to continue what we didn’t finish last night."
"I didn’t realize this was a marathon." I stood abruptly. "I’m going to the studio."
"It’s your day off, and it’s nearly three."
"I don’t care. I’m going anyway."
I spun around and bolted for the door.
I made it to the shoe rack before he caught up to me.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me over his shoulder like a gym bag.
"Forget the studio," he said, already heading upstairs. "The bedroom’s closer."
That night, I had dinner in bed.
The next morning, breakfast in bed.
And lunch.
And...
He acted like he was making up for lost time through one long, uninterrupted training session.
Every time I opened my eyes, he was already awake, watching me like I was the main course.
By the second evening, I surrendered.
At dinner, I had some wine. Afterward, feeling tired, I headed to the bathroom for a shower before bed.
I’d barely been in the bathroom a few minutes when Hudson followed. His tall frame embraced me from behind as he lowered his head to kiss my neck. When I turned my face to push him away, he tilted his head and captured my lips.
His kisses fell in a gentle cascade.
I turned around and began kissing him back.
His hands roamed my body, sending waves of hunger coursing through me.
The wine had me perfectly buzzed, loosening my usually cautious nature. Right now, all I wanted was uninhibited sex. Nothing else mattered.
I cooperated as Hudson removed my clothes, constantly brushing against him until we were both burning with desire.
Hudson kneaded my buttocks forcefully while raining kisses across my chest.
I’d started running hot water in the tub when I entered the bathroom.
Between kisses, we made our way to the bathtub.
I wrapped my arms around Hudson’s neck, breathing heavily. The atmosphere in the tub was so heated it felt like it might burst into flames.
Hudson’s hands, wet with warm water, caressed my private parts, his long fingers rubbing and probing.
I couldn’t help shifting my hips, trying to escape that invading sensation. "Condom?" I whispered.
"Right there."
Hudson had stashed condoms all over the room lately.
I reached out to search for one.
"Can’t find it. Where is it?"
"Don’t know." Hudson bit my neck and lips, grinding his body against mine. He was clearly too consumed to consider the question.
I bit my lip lightly, draped over Hudson’s body as I fumbled around the edge of the tub. Finally, I found a condom that had fallen to the floor. I tossed it at Hudson’s face. "Put it on."
Hudson caught it with his mouth and offered it back to me. "You do it."
"Hudson... just put it on yourself..."
"No. You do it, or I’m going in without it. I don’t really like wearing them."
I accepted the condom, face flushed. If I didn’t help Hudson put it on, and that thing went inside me unprotected, I’d be the one suffering the consequences.
Straddling Hudson, his fingers still teasing and playing between my legs, I managed to lift myself up. My hands found Hudson’s treasure—that thick, hard shaft throbbing hot in my palm. My heart raced just thinking about that massive thing ravaging me inside.
I stroked his hot erection a couple of times, even touching the wet tip.
"Stop teasing," Hudson growled. "Hurry up or I’ll take you just like this."
I silenced him with my mouth, sucking on his lips and playing with his tongue. As we kissed passionately, I struggled to roll the condom down his length.
"Now can I enter you? Ready?"
"What if I said no? Could you wait?"
Our chests rubbed against each other. I felt like my breasts were on fire.
"No." Hudson answered bluntly. He pulled one of my thighs apart and inserted two long fingers into my tight opening. Then he grabbed his thick shaft and pushed it into my wet passage.
I gasped, involuntarily pulling Hudson’s hair. No matter how many times we did this, adjusting to Hudson’s size was never easy.
"Slower, gent—gentler, please."
Hudson kissed me messily. "I’m moving. I can’t hold back. You’re squeezing me so tight, so hot, feels so good."
"No, slower, oh—"
With one thrust, Hudson pushed in deeper. My face flushed crimson as I threw my head back.
His lips fell on my neck, sucking and biting while he gripped my thighs and plunged all the way in with one powerful thrust.
I cried out sharply, my body limp against him, unable to move.
"Every time I enter you, you go boneless," Hudson panted. "Let me position you however I want, no resistance. Christina, you’re intoxicating."
"Stop talking," I said, face burning. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Hudson adjusted himself and began pumping his hips, thrusting forcefully into my heated core.
My body rocked with his movements, bouncing precariously. Several times I nearly fell, but Hudson gripped my waist tightly, smacking my behind while pounding into me.
Wet, slapping sounds echoed from where our bodies joined.
Hudson’s desire intensified. He thrust wildly, each impact making my buttocks clap loudly against him.
I gasped for air, my slender waist moving eagerly with his thrusts, instinctively adjusting to maximize pleasure.
