When he said stuff like that, kissing him was the only remedy to the grinding ache in my chest. I brushed my lips against his, barely touching, my fingers digging into his back. Hugo rolled to his side, hooked a leg over my hip. “I have morning brea-”
“Shut up, Hugo,” I whispered into his mouth, silencing him further by plunging my tongue between his teeth. Smoothing my hands up and onto his chest, I pushed him onto his back before crawling onto my knees and straddling him.
He laughed against my lips, encouraging me. “Are you being a bad girl, Heli?”
I kissed him again, ground my pussy against his thighs. “I said shut up, Hugo.” I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to kiss him.
Taste him.
Feel him.
I pecked and licked along his jaw, his morning stubble scratching the soft skin on my face, before working my way down his neck. When I bent lower, kissing the ridges of his chest, I felt his cock against my belly, hard and throbbing…begging for me. I loved that feeling, knowing he wanted me. I also loved making him wait.
“Fuck, Helen…” he moaned, stroking through my hair while I teased his nipples with my tongue.
I straightened and sat back on his thighs, taking him in. I wondered if it would ever seem real, this magnificent man beneath me. Amazingly, I no longer felt self-conscious as the beams of morning sun highlighted the jiggling rolls of flesh I’d tried to hide from him not so long ago. Hugo made it impossible to feel ashamed when he couldn’t stop staring, touching, squeezing. He craved the body that sat atop of his right now and the thrill that gave me was immeasurable.
“You’re tormenting me…” Hugo breathed, arching his hips while he reached out to feel my breasts. I looked down, saw my nipple peeking out between the yellow-painted nails on his fingertips.
“You think so?” I said with a wicked grin, sliding my hands along his stomach. I stroked and pressed for a while, indeed, tormenting him, before I took hold of his cock.
“Ahh.” His head tipped back, exposing the thick vein in his neck as I tightened my grip.
I brought my hand up and down, slowly, teasingly. Hugo propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch, his eyes widening when I shimmied further down the mattress. My hair fell down, concealing my face as my lips hovered over his tip. I moistened my tongue, flicked his end, made his breath stutter and his legs quiver.
Fuck yes. I felt so powerful, like I could control the whole fucking world. I felt him growing desperate. He was panting, fisting the sheets…so I took him straight to the back of my throat.
“Holy shit. Christ, Helen.”
I sucked his cock until it slipped from my mouth with a soft pop, and then I blew cool air over his tender tip before taking him back for more. I used my hand to follow my lips, twisting, pulling, driving him wild. “Mmm,” I groaned, knowing he’d feel the vibrations all the way to his balls, which I cupped and rolled with my other hand.
Tilting my head, I watched him watch me. His eyes were narrowed, focused. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, hissed in a groan of pleasure every time I swirled the tip of my tongue around the delicate ridge below his swollen head. His fingers seized a clump of my hair, guided the speed of my mouth. He’d taken control…and I loved it.
“Come here,” he ordered, his voice a firm, rough whisper.
Wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I crawled to meet him, cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips. Then, I reached between us and circled the base of his cock, wet from my mouth, with my fingers, and lowered myself onto him. “Hugo…” I moaned, my walls closing around him. “You feel so good.”
We felt so good. Connected. Hugo and I were designed to fit together in every way two people could be made for each other. He needed me. I needed him. Just like always. We were best friends, only better. A friendship that had been set on fire. I loved him, only harder. We were two pieces of the same soul.
“I love you, Helen.” Hugo panted, pulled me toward him, crashed his mouth to mine. “Love you so fucking much.”
I widened my legs, arched my hips in a way that made his shaft rub against my clit with every thrust.
“That’s it, Helen. I can feel you getting closer.”
Struggling to breathe, I broke away from his lips, gasping into the air. Delicious pressure built in my belly. I moved faster, using Hugo’s chest for support as I rolled my hips and called his name.
“I’m gonna come,” he choked out, grabbing onto my hips. He didn’t take his eyes off me, his gaze locked on mine as I rode him. “Come on, Heli. Faster.”