Page 37 of Claimed and Shamed

“Stevie…” Hudson’s voice is different, too. I hear a neediness in it that is not lust or desire. It’s something else.

Is that what love sounds like?

His hands start moving along my body, caressing every inch but his touch is gentle. I’ve never felt this side of Hudson. He’s never been nice like this. He’s touching me as if he would break me if he pressed too hard. As if I’m something precious to him.

He carefully removes my clothes, still as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt me and he takes his own clothes off as well. He lifts one of my legs up and leans over me, pressing his groin into mine. I feel him slip inside of me slowly and his eyes never leave mine. He’s never kept eye contact when we fucked. It’s always either from the back or he looks at the rest of my body.

But this? This is intimate. It’s intense. I can see the love in his eyes and it’s like he’s pouring it into me, filling me with his love with every thrust.

My breath catches in my throat as he continues to deepen his stroke, until it’s almost as if I feel him in my stomach.

“Oh, Hudson. You’re so deep…” I moan, my hands on his face. I keep our eye contact, wanting him to feel that I am receiving him. All of him.

I feel him softening up to me and I am opening up to him, too. I know we are having sex because I don’t know how to respond to his confession of love, but this is more than just sex. Our bodies move like ocean waves, a repeated rhythm. The waves are building, with every thrust he gets deeper. With every stroke, we get closer to our climaxes.

“Hudson, I’m so close,” I breathe. I still haven't broken eye contact. There is something so sexy about watching his face, full of passion and mounting ecstasy. I’m sure it’s the same for him as well.

“Cum for me, my beautiful princess. My love.” he whispers, his eyes half-lidded but never leaving mine.

My love?!

Again, the surprise, shock, and euphoria that fill me when he calls me that has me crescendoing into one of the most earth shattering orgasms I’ve ever experienced. My mouth is open and as much as I want to break eye contact and throw my head back in pleasure, I can’t. Hudson uses one of his hands to keep my eyes on him. Our noses are almost touching.

My body is pulsating and my vision explodes into tiny stares around his face. Everything starts to get blurry, but I hang on, desperately wanting to see him cum for me, too.

I don’t have to wait long. I feel my walls contracting around his thickness as my orgasm settles and he bites his lip.

“Fuck, Stevie. I’m about to cum.”

“Cum for me,” I say against his lips, letting the words vibrate against his mouth and I feel him shudder against me as his load empties into me, filling me with warmth. I never feel as warm as I do when I am filled with his cum.

He pumps out every last drop into me, still not breaking eye contact and then we kiss, his length limp but still inside me.

Finally, he rolls over next to me and we both stare at the ceiling, processing what just happened. We are holding hands, which has never happened before.

I can’t lie, it feels really nice. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze, knowing that he’s probably waiting to hear my feelings. I finally gain the courage to express them.

“Hudson, I care for you deeply, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to say that I love you just yet,” I reply honestly.

“That's okay,” he says, a small smile forming on his lips. “I just wanted you to know how I feel. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to feel the same way.”

I feel a warmth spread through me at his words. It's nice to know that he's not expecting anything from me, and that he's willing to wait for me to catch up.

“Thank you,” I say, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "That means a lot to me."

Hudson's smile grows wider and he leans in to give me a soft kiss on the lips. It's a gentle and tender kiss, and I feel the love and affection that he has for me in it.

As I look into his eyes, I feel myself softening even more towards him. He's been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. I know that I can trust him.

Maybe it's time to take a chance on him, and on us.

Epilogue

Hudson

It’s almost graduation. Sawyer has forgiven me. After all, I saved his sister from being assaulted, and rid the college of a vicious thug. It’s a relief to have his forgiveness, but I know I still have a lot of work to do to make things right.

I start with my parents. I ask for a family dinner redo and they accept thankfully.