I grip the edges of the table, my back arching, trying to both get closer and run from the edge of sensation. I see movement past the curtain. People, more than one, watching me, and I shudder with the knowledge that I’m seen in this state. That I’m not only arousing Hudson but also the strangers beyond the curtain. I’m shaking with the pleasure of his mouth, begging for him to just let me come even though I know—I sense—that he’s only going to do it when he chooses. I collapse back down onto the table, gripping the edges of the table with all my strength. I’m so close.

Hudson covers my clit with his mouth and sucks, and I break open. I scream, wetness gushing from me in a flood. I can feel him drinking me up as the orgasm tears through me, pure white pleasure twisting through my nerves and making me blind and deaf. It feels like fireworks going off inside me, fierce and bright and beautiful before they disappear. His mouth is still on me, fully now, tongue lapping inside my entrance and feasting on me.

I think that he’ll stop. That he’ll let me down easy so I can recover. He doesn’t. Everything just gets more intense. He seals his mouth over me, sucking hard. Again and again until I’m suddenly on that edge again. I’m biting my lip, shaking my head to keep from screaming. I can’t come again. Not this close together. I’ve never done that. I don’t think it’s possible.

But then, tonight has been a night for the impossible.

Between his tongue circling my clit, dragging down across my pussy and back, and the way he’s sucking me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, I can’t stop it. I fall over that invisible edge into a sheer ocean of pleasure. It’s greater than before. So big that I get lost in it, float in it, never want to come down. And still his mouth is there, tasting me, drinking me, consuming me. This time though, he lets me go. He releases my hips onto the table as I come back from what felt like a journey into the dimension of pleasure. My body is limp with it, and I look at him, impossibly aroused again by the sheen left on his lips.

“Fantasy number two.”

I’m still out of breath, and it shows in my voice. “How many fantasies do I get tonight?”

“Just three.”

“Good,” I laugh, “I’m not sure I could handle more than that.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

The way he’s looking at me, I’m not anymore. I could very well stay here all night, letting him play out his fantasies. My mouth goes dry at the thought. “What’s number three?”

Hudson stands, towering over me, spread across the table as I am. He drops his shirt next to my clothes, and undoes his pants with quick, sure movements. My eyes are glued to him as his pants disappear, and then his underwear, and I’m staring at what must be the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen. I’m not the kind of person that would normally describe a cock as gorgeous, but it is. It’s thick and straight and perfect, and it makes my mouth water just looking at it. I was right to have him use his fantasies to find mine, because I just did. I want to see the look on his face when I put my mouth on him. I want to do to him what he just did to me.

He rolls a condom onto his cock and leans down, pulling my hips to the edge of the table. “Number three. Fucking you while you’re spread out for me like this.”

I feel a gush of wetness, and I blush. The way his words reach into my gut and turn me on, I’ve never felt anything like it before. It’s raw and animal and I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough of it. “Do it,” I say. “Fuck me.”

This time he doesn’t hesitate. Fitting his cock against my entrance, he sinks into me in one long stroke. I groan, the sensation both familiar and new. God, I missed this. I swear, I’m never going this long without sex again. Hudson pushes inside until he’s pushed up against me, his skin flush against mine. It feels so natural to wrap my legs around his hips and lock him against me. I squeeze down on his cock and watch him close his eyes, see the muscles in his jaw jump as he grits his teeth. I like the feeling of him inside me. I like the way it feels to adjust to him, to suddenly be bready for more than this closeness. To want movement and energy and that raw more more more.

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