He was rather large, you see. And even though she was warm and wet and ready—lord, am I ready—she needed time to adjust. She needed him to go slow.
The edge of her teeth was a wordless warning. He understood the assignment.
Holding himself on his elbows, he gently pulled his lip free from her so he could frame her face with his wide, warm hands. His hazel eyes held her gaze prisoner as he slowly,oh so slowly, pressed into her another inch.
“Hunter,” she breathed his name.
“I know.” He nodded, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. “Just be still and let me…” His words trailed off as he thrust deeper. Deeper. Deeper still. Smoothing out every wrinkle along the way. Abrading ever screaming nerve ending. Filling her until she felt complete in a way she never had before.
All the while, never dropping her gaze.
By the time she felt his hot, weighty testicles hit the curve of her ass, she was panting.
“Y’okay?” A muscle ticked in his jaw, the only indication he gave that he was struggling to hold himself back when what he really wanted was to hump and rut andfuck.
She didn’t trust her voice. She simply nodded.
“Good.” He hummed his approval. And then, still framing her face, he reclaimed her mouth.
For long moments that’s all he did. Held himself still inside her while his lips and teeth and tongue seduced her all over again. It was only when she began to wriggle and writhe in voiceless encouragement that he moved.
His thrusts were slow and shallow at first. His thick shaft barely retreating before sliding back home. But soon his strokes became longer. Faster. Harder. Until eventually he was pumping into her in a strong, steady rhythm that had them both groaning as sensation built and built andbuilt.
“You feel so good,” she rasped after ripping her mouth away from his to try to catch her breath. To try to slow things down because she was close again. So close. And she didn’t want it to end.
But she couldn’t stop the inevitable. Mostly because he never broke stride. Never once changed up the rhythm or the angle or the depth. And so there was no escape from the perfect friction he’d created.
“Hunter, I can’t hold off. I’m going to—”
“Cum for me, Grace.” His eyes were ferocious with desire as he watched her every expression, his nostrils flaring as the first coil of release wound tight inside her and then sprung loose.
She screamed his name.
Literallyscreamedit. Not on purpose. Not because that’s what she thought he wanted to hear. But because the pleasure was unlike anything she’d known, so bright and intense and all-encompassing.
She wanted to blame the heightened sensation on the adrenaline that’d been pumping through her system for twenty-four hours. She feared thetruthwas it was Hunter himself.
Hunter who was everything she’d always wanted and never dreamed she could have.
Hunter who, even though she’d never admitted it to anyone—even herself—might have stolen a piece of her heart three years ago.
And never given it back.
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The sound of his name being ripped from the back of Grace’s throat, the feel of her unraveling around him, was too much for Hunter.
He couldn’t hold back.
He wanted to. He wanted to stop time and stay in that moment with her for eternity. But the way her nails dug into his shoulders, the way her heels pressed into his ass, and the way her inner walls clamped and spasmed and sucked at his pistoning cock had his own release bubbling in his balls, hot and ready.
“Grace!”
Her name was a roar that matched the explosiveness of his orgasm as he held himself deep inside her. As he gritted his teeth and growled his pleasure while it spurted from him in long, rapturous eruptions.
He’d had plenty of good orgasms before. And a handful of really great ones. But this?
This defied description.
