The bread and cheeses were divine, but she couldn't seem to eat too much. She knew she should, especially drinking so much wine, but she felt so comfortable and relaxed. She could get lost in his gorgeous hazel eyes, and manly expressions.
"Shall we walk outside?" he asked her as the evening was drawing later and later. She didn't know what time it was, just that she was getting tired, yet felt energetic at the same time.
"Where are you staying?" he asked.
"Not far from here." It was how she played out most of their conversation. She didn't want him to know too much about her, and he seemed to not want to reveal too much about himself.
When he took her hand to pull her out of the way of some pedestrians walking, he escorted her to a private garden area. There were fountains and greenery, and the light was dim. Right before she bent to take a seat, Hudson pulled her into his arms. Somehow, she fit perfectly. He cupped her cheek with his hand, and stared down into her eyes. His other hand remained against her lower back, and partially over her ass.
I want his hands on my ass. I want to feel his large hands all over me.
"Tia Rose, you are such a beautiful woman. I've enjoyed the evening so much. I don't want it to end. Come back to my hotel with me. Come spend the night in my arms?" he asked.
She wasn't as shocked as she thought she would be. Or maybe as she should be. Instead she smiled, and he leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
His lips were firm and his kiss somewhat gentle. As she kissed him back and he drew her closer, using his hand to cover part of her ass cheek while pressing her against him, a hunger greater than anything she felt before arose within her.
She wanted this man. Hell, if they owned the garden, she'd let him have her right here. The feeling of desperation was remarkable.
He pressed his tongue between her teeth and deepened the kiss. When she felt his hand attempt to cup her breast, she moaned into his mouth. Nothing ever felt like this. Not a touch, not a comment, not even an embrace from someone who cared, felt like this.
She had gotten so used to being alone, and not feeling complete or loved, she could hardly recognize this feeling for what it was. An attraction, lust, or just chemistry? She didn't care. She wanted more. She needed more. This was a new Tia Rose. No running in fear. No second-guessing her abilities. No, tonight she lived for herself, for the need burning inside of her, and for whatever Hudson could bring her in one night of pleasure.
As Hudson slowly released her lips, their foreheads pressed close, and he smiled down at her.
"You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman."
She gulped and wondered if it were just a line. The feelings of reservation emerged, but her newfound confidence and desire to be strong and self-confident reemerged stronger.
"We better head to your hotel, Hudson, before I change my mind."
His eyes seemed to darken with desire as he gripped her hand and began to walk her rather quickly from the gardens. She nearly lost her balance, due to the combination of too much wine, and the hypnotic spell of Hudson she was under.
This was it. She was going to have sex with a man she hardly knew at all, yet who made her feel more alive than any other person she had met in her twenty-four years of life.
Chapter 4
They walked hand in hand, kissing along the way, as if they were already lovers. The warm night air caressed her skin and shoulders as they took the small trip to The Villa Hotel Majestic. It was a five-star hotel with amazing amenities, mostly known for the spa treatments and rich ambiance.
The inside of the main lobby was stunning. Lots of glass, unique bold patterns, and designs she was becoming accustomed to, and of course, a personalized greeting.
She was so caught up in looking around the main lobby as Hudson escorted her to a private elevator. As soon as they were inside, despite being accompanied by a hotel employee who operated the elevator, Hudson cornered her. His hands caressed her hips, and his mouth took possession of her own. She didn't have a care in the world until the elevator doors opened, and the doorman cleared his throat.
He smiled wide at them. Hudson tipped him and then exited the elevator. There was only one room on this wing. She saw the words on the gold plate. Executive Suite.
As he used his key card to unlock the door, she felt her belly do a series of twists and turns. Was she going through with this? She didn't know this man at all.
He closed the door, pulled her into his arms, and pressed her hard against the door.
She gasped. He held her gaze, looked over her breasts and back to her face again.
"I feel so damn wild with need. It's incredible. You do this to me, Tia Rose."
His mouth covered hers, and the man took complete control of her body and her soul.
She wondered if he would take her right there against the door. It wouldn't matter to her. She was so aroused and wet. But instead, he eased back slightly to lick across her neck and her cleavage then back up again.
His mouth was against her earlobe. He pulled it into his mouth between his teeth and pulled gently.
"Touch me. Please, touch me," he whispered.
He sounded so desperate. Like he really wanted her and needed her or he would lose it. It was exactly how she felt about him. She pushed thoughts of Salvador, her one and only lover from her mind. He knew nothing about how to treat a woman and make her feel desired. Hudson was a pro, and she would relish in every sensation he gave her. Even if it were only for tonight.
She ran her hands up his tuxedo, and shoved the jacket away from his shoulders.
He only moved his hands from her body for a moment, to shake the jacket off.
It fell to the floor, and he grabbed her again, this time slipping his hand under her dress as he licked across her cleavage.
"Open for me, goddess. Let me feel that wet pussy of yours."
Holy shit.
She moaned from his words alone, felt the cream fill her panties as she spread her feet apart, and welcomed his touch. She needed it. She wanted it so badly her pussy lips ached with need.
"Yes, oh God, Hudson, this is crazy."
His fingers connected with her panties. "It is wild, crazy. I want you. I want you spread out on my bed where I can explore this voluptuous body of yours. You're perfect. You're beautiful. You're all mine." His fingers plunged up into her cunt.
"Oh, Hudson." She gripped his shoulders, nearly ripping his shirt from his body. His mouth covered hers. He pressed his tongue in and out of her mouth, exploring her cavern deeply, while his fingers plunged similarly into her needy pussy.
She felt her body tighten and knew she was going to come. She wanted to holler to the Gods, and thank them for sending her here to Paris to meet Hudson, and to feel his fingers draw out her juices in pleasure.
She was panting and absorbed everything. The way she kicked back her heel against the door for leverage to pump her hips against his thick, hard fingers. She pressed her breasts forward, ran her fingers through his crew-cut hair, and kissed him deeply back.
What a sight she must look like. Hair a mess, dress up to her waist, garters showing and Hudson's fingers disappeared between her slick folds.
She never felt so damn sexy in her entire life.
"Oh, oh, Hudson, I'm coming."
He pulled his fingers from her cunt, and she gasped as she gripped his arms so she wouldn't fall.
He pulled her to him. "Not here. In bed. My bed, where you belong."
When he scooped her up as if she weighed hardly anything at all, the tears hit her eyes, her throat closed up, and she gasped.
Oh, my God, I'm in love.
Holy fucking shit, he's carrying me. He isn't struggling at all. He's strong, he's handsome, he's sexy as anything, and he wants me. He wants me, Tia Rose, size twelve, voluptuous woman.
He placed her feet down on the rug at the end of the king-size bed. She barely had time to look around the room at the décor, but she was so interested in that. There were bold garnet-covered chairs, velvet tapestries in rich black and white designs and there were numerous rooms. A damn large place for one man to be staying alone.
He cupped her face with his thick hands and stared at her lips.
"How lucky I was to find you." He kissed her softly and then turned her around to face the bed.
It was big, and she would be lost within it. The comforter was thick white, with a bedspread folded on the bottom in a strong, luxurious ruby red.
She felt his knuckles caress her shoulders, then down her spine. He began to unzip her dress, and in a flash, it began to fall. On instinct, she grasped the bodice and turned toward him. She was scared out of mind. The fear and the lack of self-confidence were winning the battle within. What if he thought she was bigger than she appeared? What if he didn't like the swell of her belly, the size and shape of her breasts, or her big ass?
She wanted to run.
"Hudson, maybe this isn't-"