He presses kisses along my jaw before he nuzzles my neck again. His beard tickles my skin, and I stroke it with my hand. He’s all hard lines and muscle everywhere, but he’s soft here.
He trails his kisses lower and lower until pulling up his flannel shirt. He stares at my bra, and the look on his face has me wanting to melt into the cushions right there. He’s so sexy. He flicks open the clasp, and cool air rushes over my breasts as he bares me.
He wastes no time. He lowers his head, sucking one of my tight buds into his mouth.
I moan at the sensation. It feels so right to have his lips on me, sucking and nipping at my skin. Bringing me pleasure.
He spends long moments feasting on me and the entire time, he’s growling. I don’t know why but those possessive noises he makes only fuel my need. My panties are growing damp and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some of the friction I need. But it’s still not enough. I need more. I need Hunter.
I whimper his name. “Lower.”
He lets go of my breast with a wet pop and takes a moment to stare down at me. The way he’s focused, it’s like he’s trying to commit this moment to memory. Like it matters to him.
He leans down again, trailing his lips and fingers across my stomach. Every kiss is gentle, and every touch is reverent. He worships the cellulite and adores the bumps. There’s not an area of my tummy that he isn’t lavishing with attention.
Then he moves to the waistband of my panties. He glances up at me one more time, as if confirming I want this.
I nod, my cheeks warm and my pussy so swollen that it’s painful. Everything in me craves this man’s tongue on my skin, lapping at my folds and drinking my juices.
He pulls my panties down, tossing them onto the floor. Despite my arousal, I start to close my legs. It’s too much. Too vulnerable.
But he doesn’t let me hide. He pries my legs apart. He’s gentle but insistent, refusing to let me cover myself from his gaze. In that deep voice, he says, “You’re perfect.”
His words have me relaxing into the couch. He’s kind and gentle with my body. Sometimes, he looks like he can’t quite believe he’s getting to touch me.
He maneuvers my legs until my feet are flat on the sofa and my knees are in the air. Then he wedges his broad shoulders between my thighs. He parts my pussy lips as I stare at the ceiling and will myself to relax.
The first slide of his tongue over my folds has me whimpering. There’s no way I can think about anything else when it feels so good to have his tongue there. He licks me slowly, making soft growls in his throat.
“I like it when you do it like that,” I tell him with the next pass of his tongue. He rolls it against my slick center, and that’s my favorite thing.
He does it again and again until more moisture gushes from my pussy. We’re making a mess on his sofa and the sounds of his big tongue against my drenched folds are obscene. But the knowledge only sends me higher, especially when he inserts one thick finger into my aching channel. That’s when I sigh in relief. I hadn’t even realized I was craving the sensation of being filled until he did that.
He thrusts in and out and for a moment, I let myself wish it were his cock. I wish he were above me, panting my name and telling me that I belong to him.
His tongue finds my clit at the same time he adds a second finger. I clench my pussy, unable to hold back the spasm. He’s giving me too many wonderful sensations at once. Tingles race down my spine, and I gasp his name again when he circles my clit again.
Hunter seems to know what I need because he never breaks his rhythm. He keeps licking and sucking and thrusting, giving me everything my body needs to soar higher and higher. When the orgasm hits, it knocks the breath from my lungs and for a moment I can’t see anything. There’s only the feeling of this exquisite pleasure.
Even as I float back down, he continues to pleasure me. His pace is lazier, slower this time. Despite the orgasm I just had, another immediately begins building. I’m so sensitive that I thread my fingers through his hair. “I can’t. Not again.”
“One more,” he commands, his voice laced with a plea. He wants me to have this as much as I do, wants to watch me come apart in pleasure again.
He continues to work my body until I’m spasming, gushing into his beard and crying out his name. My body is covered in sweat, and I’ve never been so energized and exhausted at the same time.
He gives me a soft smile, leaning forward to cup my face again. The look of tenderness in his expression steals my breath away. “Get inside me now.”
Chapter 8
Holly
“Need you in my bed,” Hunter grits out and pushes to his feet. I’m at eye level with his waist and that jean-clad bulge has somehow gotten even bigger. He wasn’t lying earlier. This mountain man is packing some serious wood.
Before I can say anything, he scoops me into his arms and carries me down the hall into his bedroom.
He sets me on the bed gently, pushing me back. I stare at him and watch the emotions that flicker across his expression. Lust and hunger and something I can’t define. Something that could look like love if a girl were silly enough to be hopeful.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, wanting to feel his lips against mine. I want to memorize everything about this moment. About the way he makes me feel. The way he kisses me gently, the warmth in his eyes, and the way he cups my head like I’m precious to him.
