Rosalie Undone (Book Six)

by Elizabeth Kelly

  “It’s fine. Are you hungry?”

  She shook her head. She hadn’t eaten much today but she really didn’t have an appetite. She felt a little disoriented from her nap, and the supreme weirdness at being in Hudson’s personal space had returned with a vengeance.

  She slid down the couch, putting some space between them before clearing her throat nervously. “Uh, I guess I should go now.”

  “Why?” He asked.

  “Well, it’s late and -”

  “You don’t have to work tomorrow and neither do I,” he said.

  “Right.” She cleared her throat again.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to eat something? I have fruit and -”

  “I can’t eat,” she said. “Please, I just…”

  He gave her an encouraging look. “What, little human?”

  “I’m really nervous,” she blurted out. “And I have to pee like crazy and I think I might have drooled on you while I was sleeping and I… I’m really nervous.”

  He grinned at her before standing and holding out his hand. “C’mon.”

  She took his hand and he pulled her up off the couch and led her to the guest bathroom. “Use the bathroom and I’ll get us some water to take upstairs, okay?”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  She ducked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door before using the toilet. She washed her hands and stared critically at herself in the mirror. Her curls on the right side of her head were a little flat and mashed down from resting on Hudson and she tried to fluff them before taking a deep breath.

  “You’ve got this, Rosalie. You’re about to sleep with Hudson, no big deal. It’s just Hudson, the biggest man you’ve ever met with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Nothing to worry about.”

  Her soft laugh was a little jagged, and she gripped the sink and took a few deep breaths. She’d been so preoccupied with whether she should sleep with Hudson that she hadn’t really thought about how she would sleep with Hudson.

  But now that it was time, she kept seeing Hudson’s penis in her head. The length and thickness and… oh boy, what was she doing?

  It wasn’t even erect when you saw it, Rosie! Think about how big it’ll be when it is!

  Her inner voice sounded positively giddy.

  “It’ll be fine,” she murmured to her reflection. “If it’s too big for me to take, I’ll just tell him, and he’ll stop.”

  Yep. Easy-peasy! You got this, champ! Now, get out there and ride that bear shifter’s giant penis like you mean it!

  “Rosie?” Hudson’s knock made her let out a soft squeal of surprise. “You okay?”

  “Yes.” She opened the door, and stepped into the hallway, her nervous smile fading at the look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re still pale and,” he inhaled, “I can smell your fear.”

  “It’s not fear,” she said, “just, uh, nerves.”

  She took a bottle of water from him and drank a few swallows. “Ready?”

  “Yes.” He took her hand again and she followed him up the stairs to his bedroom. He opened the door and ushered her inside. The bedroom wasn’t as big as hers, although it had a master bathroom attached to it as well, and the only thing in the room was a king-sized bed and a small nightstand with a lamp on it, squeezed in between the bed and the wall.

  “Is that the footboard to the bed?” She pointed at piece of wood leaning against the far wall as he placed both bottles of water on the nightstand.

  He nodded. “Yeah. My feet hang over the bed, so I took it off.”

  She stared up at him when he joined her. “How tall are you, anyway?”

  “I’m 7’2”. How tall are you?”

  “Just shy of six feet,” she said. “Can you order a custom-made bed that’s longer?”

  “Yeah, but it wouldn’t fit in the room.”

  “Right.” She smiled nervously at him and clasped her hands together. “So, should we get started?”

  “You’re still afraid,” he said.

  “I’m not.”

  He scowled at her, and the familiarity of his scowl actually relaxed her a little. “I’m a shifter, Rosalie, I can smell your fear, remember?”

  “I’m nervous,” she said. “But you would be too if you were about to take on a dick the size of yours.”

  His scowl turned into a grin. She poked him in his flat abdomen. “It’s not funny.”

  “It kind of is,” he said.

  “What’s funny about my vagina being wrecked, Hudson?”

  This time he laughed out loud, and her traitorous vagina went all tingly. “Rosie, I won’t wreck it.”

  “You might,” she said. “I haven’t had sex in a long time, and the last guy I slept with had an average sized dick.” She was trying for funny but even she could hear the anxiety in her voice.

  The smile faded from his face and he put his arm around her waist, drawing her up against him. “Rosie, I won’t hurt you. I’ll be slow and gentle.”

  “Will you stop if it’s too painful?”

  “Yes,” he replied, “but I promise you it won’t hurt.”

  “It’s gonna hurt a little,” she said. “That can’t be helped.”

  “It won’t,” he insisted. “Let me show you that it won’t.”

  “Okay.” She placed her hands tentatively on his wide chest. “Let’s do this. Show me how to be kinky, Hudson.”

  He hesitated. “I’ll show you how to be kinky, but tonight I think we should stick to vanilla sex.”

  “I know how to have vanilla sex,” she said. “I’ve done nothing but vanilla sex, I want to get my kink on, remember?”

  “Yes, but I still think we should start off with vanilla.”

  She thought about the size of his dick and nodded. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’m not entirely sure I can take your dick just in plain old missionary style, so it’s probably good to hold off on the kinky, uh, reverse cowgirl sex.”

  In her A Human’s Guide to Sex With a Lion Shifter book, it had a whole chapter dedicated to sex positions. The reverse cowgirl was noted as being a lion shifter’s favourite and she was anxious to perfect it.

  His grin was back, and she said, “What? That’s a kinky position, right?”

  “Kinkier than missionary,” he said.

  Her forehead creased but before she could ask him what positions were considered kinky, he bent his head and nuzzled her neck. Immediately, her brain flipped to barely functioning mode, and she arched into his big body. His low growl of approval made her hot and tingly all over, and she clutched at his arms when he licked her neck.

  “You smell good, little human.”

  “Th-thank you,” she whispered. Already she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, and it hardened further when she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss against his throat.

  His hand threaded through her hair and cupped the back of her skull. She could feel the strength and power in his hand, but her nervousness was gone. One touch, one lick, from Hudson and she was ridiculously turned on.

  He bent his head and licked her bottom lip. She moaned and opened her mouth. Like before, he teased her lips with soft nips and licks until she was squeezing his arms and panting.

  “Hudson, more,” she demanded.

  He finally kissed her, angling his mouth over hers and sliding his tongue in to taste and explore. She sucked on his tongue, her nerve endings sizzling when he groaned in response. She had no idea how long they kissed, but when he tugged on the hem of her shirt, she lifted her arms without a lick of shame.

  He pulled her shirt over her head, another low growl of appreciation spilling from his throat when he stared at her breasts. “This is pretty.” He touched the strap of her pale pink bra.

  “Thank you.” She pulled on his shirt, anxious to see his naked chest again. He stripped off his shirt and she bit at her bottom lip. “Can I touch you?”

  “Yes.”

  She ran her hands over his flat abdomen, trac
ing the hard muscles before gliding her fingers up his chest. He had a light layer of blond hair covering it and she liked the roughness of it against her skin. The tip of her finger grazed across one flat nipple and when he groaned, she leaned in and licked it experimentally.

  “Jesus, Rosie.” His hot breath stirred her hair, and she grabbed at his broad shoulders when he suddenly picked her up. He carried her to the bed and dropped her on it before reaching for the button on her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them before dragging them down her body.

  She grabbed the waistband of her panties before they could follow her jeans down her legs, not quite ready to show Hudson all of the business.

  He tossed her jeans on the floor and shed his own as she stared wide-eyed at the way his boxer briefs tented at the crotch, her nervousness popping back up like a Jack-in-the-Box. Hudson paused with his hands at the waistband and sniffed the air. Keeping his underwear on, he stretched out on the bed beside her.

  “You okay?” He asked.

  “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  His kiss was surprisingly sweet. “Don’t be. We can go as slow as you want.”

  “Thanks.” She touched his chest again, running her fingers up to his collarbone and then over one wide shoulder. “Your body is incredible.”

  “So is yours.” He ran his hand down over her arm, and she tried not to feel self-conscious when he rested his hand on the curve of her belly. “Your skin is so soft.”

  He trailed his fingers over her midsection, smiling when goosebumps prickled over her skin. He traced along the band of her bra and then lightly circled the outline of her hard nipple through the silk.

  She moaned and arched a little as he traced her other nipple through her bra. She wished he would just take the damn thing off and touch her properly. She was starting to feel weirdly warm and squirmy inside, and she moved on the bed a bit, crying out when Hudson bent his head and kissed her nipple.

  “Hudson!”

  “What’s wrong, little Rosie?” His smile teased and tempted.

  “I’m still wearing my stupid bra, that’s what’s wrong.”

  He laughed and tugged her onto her side. “Let me help you with that.”

  She expected him to fumble at the clasp, his fingers weren’t exactly built to be nimble, but he flicked it open with ease. She stared at him as she relaxed on her back again.

  “What?”

  “You’re surprisingly good at undoing bras.”

  He laughed again. “I told you I wasn’t a monk, little human.”

  A weird and unpleasant tingle went through her belly. After a moment, she recognized it as jealousy. Shit, she was not jealous over the women that Hudson had slept with before her. Was she?

  Her bra straps sliding down her arms snapped her attention back to the man above her. He tugged off her bra completely and tossed it over the side of the bed. She watched his face as he stared at her breasts for almost a minute.

  “Hudson?” She whispered. “Are they okay?”

  Oh sweet mother of Mary, did she really just ask Hudson if her tits were okay?

  He glanced up at her, and her breath caught in her throat at the intense need on his face. “Hudson?”

  “They’re perfect,” he growled.

  She cried out when he bent his head and sucked one rose-coloured nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his fingers tugging and pulling on the other one as she arched beneath him and pulled at his short hair.

  “Oh my God!” She cried out when he nipped at one pale globe before licking between her breasts. When he sucked her other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same careful treatment, she couldn’t help but rub herself against him.

  He pushed one thick thigh between hers, and she wrapped her legs around it and rocked her pussy against the hard length of it. His cock was pressing against her hip but when she reached down to touch it, he caught her hand and kissed the palm of it.

  “No, little Rosie.”

  “I want to touch you,” she whispered.

  He groaned and pressed a kiss between her breasts again. “I know, but I can’t…you’ve got me so fucking hot, I don’t trust myself not to just come in your hand.”

  She stared wide-eyed at him as a tingle of pride and self-satisfaction went through her. She’d done this to Hudson, she’d made him so hot for her that he was on the brink of losing control. Before she could give him a smug grin, he bent his head and teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth again and the tingle of pride was immediately buried under a tidal wave of pure lust.

  She rubbed her pussy against his hard thigh again before taking his hand and trying to push it between her legs. He lifted his head and smiled at her, his big hand resting on her belly. “Be patient, sweet Rosie.”

  “No,” she scowled at him, “touch me, Hudson.”

  “I am touching you.” He traced the waistband of her panties.

  “Hudson!” She gave him a threatening look and his grin widened as he made circles on her thigh with his fingers.

  “Yes, Rosie?”

  She scratched across his lower back with her nails before lifting her head and nipping his broad chest. He groaned, and his hand moved between her thighs to cup her pussy through her panties.

  He touched the damp material, and she squirmed against his hand. “Hudson, please!”

  “Your panties are wet, Rosie.”

  She blushed, and he licked one hard nipple. “Very wet. Your sweet pussy is so needy, isn’t it?”

  He sucked on her nipple as he lightly rubbed the wet silk. She dug her nails into his warm back. “Please, Hudson. I want it.”

  “Want what?” He nipped her neck. “Tell me what you want, honey.”

  “I want you to touch me. Really touch me.” She gave him a look of frustration, and he licked her mouth again before sliding his hand into her panties. She spread her legs wide, moaning softly when he touched the soft curls at the top of her mound.

  She couldn’t read the look on his face as he continued to touch her curls. She gave him a self-conscious look. “I, um, I don’t generally wax it bare, but if that’s what you like, I could maybe -”

  “No,” he growled as he stared at her. “Don’t you dare. You leave your sweet pussy just like this, little human. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Hudson,” she whispered immediately, a little taken back by the intensity of his gaze.

  He seemed mollified by her quick response, and she squeaked softly when he gave her curls a gentle tug. He grinned, and she moaned again when his rough fingers moved to the wet lips of her pussy.

  “So wet for me,” he said.

  She wanted to be embarrassed, but the look of satisfaction on Hudson’s face wiped it away. When the pad of one finger brushed against her clit, she cried out and arched against him.

  “More! Hudson, more!”

  “Yes, little Rosie.”

  To her immense relief, he rubbed her clit with firm circular strokes. The fiery ache grew, and she writhed against his touch as he brought her to the edge of her climax. When he stopped touching her, she wanted to scream in frustration and she had to stop herself from clawing at his back like a wildcat.

  “Hudson!”

  “Shh,” he whispered.

  “I want to come! Please!” There was no room for shame at her begging. She was too consumed by need.

  “Soon.” One thick finger probed and then slipped inside of her. She cried out again, clenching around him, and he made a low groan before rubbing his cock against her hip. “Fuck, Rosie.”

  “Hudson,” she moaned. She rocked against his finger, just having it inside of her helped ease the ache a little, but she needed more. She needed his cock. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

  She squeezed his waist and gave him a pleading look. “Please will you fuck me now?”

  “Soon, honey.” His thumb brushed against her clit and she moaned happily. “I want you to come for me first, okay?”

  “Yeah, okay, sure,” she panted. “I have no pr
oblem with that.”

  His low chuckle made her blush but didn’t stop her hips from rising and falling. He rubbed her clit again and she clutched at his waist, her eyes widening. Fuck, it felt so good. She rocked harder against him, her breath coming out fast and hot. The pleasure grew and grew, Hudson’s touch was the only thing that mattered, the only thing she needed.

  When Hudson bent his head and sucked on her aching nipple, the pleasure crested and burst. She shouted his name, her hips arching and her body shuddering wildly as she climaxed. She squeezed his waist and collapsed against the bed, sucking in oxygen in harsh gasps as Hudson nuzzled her neck.

  “That’s my good girl, sweet Rosie. Are you ready to be fucked?”

  She nodded, still gasping for breath. She raised her hips when Hudson tugged on her panties. He pulled them off her legs and feet and dropped them over the side of the bed before removing his boxer briefs.

  She stared at his dick, a small trickle of apprehension winding through the pleasure still shuddering across her body.

  “I won’t hurt you, little Rosie,” Hudson said.

  “I know,” she said as he started to lie on his back. “What are you doing?”

  “You should be on top,” he said.

  “I don’t want to be.”

  He studied her, and she tugged on his arm. “I don’t want to be on top this time, Hudson.”

  “Are you sure? You can control the pace better, decide how much you take, if you’re on top.”

  “I want you on top,” she said. She did. She really did. Probably stupid, considering the size of Hudson and his dick. Once he was on top of her and between her thighs, she would lose any control of the situation. He could fuck her as gentle or hard as he wanted.

  Excitement threaded through her at that thought – lord, maybe she was kinky – and she tugged on his arm again. “Please, Hudson. Unless,” she gave him a suddenly shy look, “you don’t like missionary or…”

  “I like it,” his voice was hoarse. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with it.”

  “I am. I want it this way for our first time,” she repeated.

  He continued to hesitate, but she could see the excitement and the need on his face. He wanted to be on top, she realized. He wanted it very much, but for whatever reason was reluctant.