One Love

2

Hudson

“This is…” Grace trailed off as she stood in the spacious solarium with three walls and a roof made of windows. “It’s just so romantic.”

I walked up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist, resting my chin atop her head. “You’re such a girl,” I teased, bringing her body snugly against mine.

“You’re such a boy,” she sassed back as she turned in the circle of my arms.

Bending down a little, I touched my nose to hers. “I love you, Gracie,” I whispered.

Her smile was blinding as she stared up into my eyes. “I love you too, Hudson. I can’t wait to start the next chapter of our lives.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Gracie’s gaze dropped to my mouth, and she licked her lips as she nodded.

“So, I’m just a cock and orgasm machine for you, huh?”

“Yup.” She let the P pop before winking at me. Her response made me laugh, but it also sent a shockwave of desire straight to said cock.

I dropped my arms from around her body and took her hand before leading her to a spot on the couch that spanned the entirety of the solarium. “Wait here.”

After removing my suit jacket and tossing it on the back of a dining room chair, I strode into the bedroom and flipped the switch to ignite the fireplace. Then I continued into the en suite bathroom. A round tub, large enough for at least three people, sat against a wall decorated with tiny mirrors, similar to a disco ball.

I twisted the handle to begin filling the tub, and once I was happy with the temperature, I added some cherry bubble bath. Before returning to the living room, I took off my white button-down dress shirt and removed my shoes and socks.

Then I padded over the plush carpet back to where I’d left my woman. Gracie’s eyes perused my body with appreciation from head to toe, lingering a little longer on the tented area of my pants. “You are so sexy,” she murmured.

I wanted to preen like a peacock. Instead, I paused a foot away from her and held out my hand, palm up. She took it without a moment’s hesitation, and I lifted her from the couch and swept her into my arms. Retracing my steps, I carried her into the bathroom and set her on her feet next to the tub.

It had filled to my satisfaction, so I turned off the flow and put my focus back on Gracie. She looked so beautiful, her blue eyes sparkling, a little nervous, but even more excited. Her cheeks were tinged with pink, and her lips were still shiny from the gloss she’d applied before we left the party.

Words escaped me. I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole fucking world. Unable to speak, I pointed a finger down and swirled it in a circle, requesting that she turn around. Gracie bit her bottom lip and did as I’d asked.

I swept her auburn curls over one shoulder, uncovering her zipper. Slowly, I slid it down, watching in fascination as each inch of silky skin was revealed. It ended at the swell of her plump ass and the top gaped forward. I pushed the fabric over her round hips so that the dress floated to the ground. I sucked in a breath and counted to ten so that the sight of her ass encased in white lace didn’t make me come right then.

Her back was delicate and tapered down to a small waist, then flared into hips made for breeding. My hands went to her rib cage and traveled around to cup her voluptuous tits, making her gasp even as her back arched, thrusting the rounded globes deeper into my palms.

Gracie had the most delicious hourglass figure, but it also turned me the fuck on to see that she was built for having our babies. I couldn’t wait for her lush breasts to grow bigger and heavier as they filled with milk.

My cock was tight and swollen to epic proportions, but my determination to make sure Gracie’s first time hurt as little as possible won out over my desire to rip away her panties and sink inside her tight pussy.

I skimmed my lips over her naked shoulder and gently squeezed her tits. “So fucking beautiful,” I groaned. Reluctantly, I released the plump mounds and glided my hands down to the edge of her lacy underwear. The front and back were held together with thin straps of lace. They tore away easily, and I fisted the material in one hand, bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply. “Fuck,” I grunted as her scent filled my lungs and seeped into my veins. “Even your pussy smells like cherry.”

Gracie giggled—or tried to, but it became a moan when I cupped her between her legs. “Body wash,” she panted. I shoved her panties into the pocket of my pants before placing my free hand at the base of her throat where I felt the rapid pounding of her heart.