He grins. “You know I’m going to eat one now. And then, in about ten seconds, I’m going to eat another.”
I reach for a cupcake and place it on a napkin.
“Here you go.”
I grab one for myself, and we take seats on the couch together.
Hunter bites into the cupcake and immediately groans. “So fucking good,” he says with a full mouth.
He’s so sexy right now, and I snuggle closer to him as I bite into my own cupcake.
It is good. Rich and decadent, and the frosting is delicious.
“I’ve missed this,” I say.
“Baking?”
“Eating whatever I want. We didn’t eat a lot of desserts in New York,” I say. “All my friends were in the business, and we were so worried about looking good for auditions or for whatever role we had at the time.”
Hunter finishes off his cupcake and heads to the kitchen for another.
He calls over his shoulder, “You’re gorgeous, Winter. You deserve to be happy, no matter your number on a scale.”
Hunter always loved my body. Whether I’d gained five or ten pounds or was on another stage diet in high school, he never wavered in his attraction to me. I missed that kind of unconditional acceptance when I was away, but what’s really sad is that I couldn’t give that kind of acceptance to myself.
It’s time to start. I finish my own cupcake and watch Hunter devour his before he even leaves the kitchen. I smile as he walks back toward me. When his ass hits the couch next to me, I climb on top of him.
“You’re right,” I say as I nibble his earlobe. “I need to treat my body well.”
He reaches for the zipper on my jeans. “Let’s start with me treating you well.”
“You always do,” I murmur, already feeling myself light up.
“I have a few more ideas up my sleeve.”
His fingers slide inside my waistband and right into my panties. Within seconds, I’m riding his fingers as he brings me to the edge of climax. When his thumb circles my clit, my orgasm hits, taking me by storm. I close my eyes and drop my forehead to his shoulder as I ride out the bliss. My body feels limp when I finally open my eyes.
“We’re not done, darling,” he says as he kisses me.
But before he can try to give me another amazing orgasm, I drop to my knees in front of him. I reach for the snap on his jeans.
“Winter.”
I know what he’s looking for, and I raise my gaze to meet his.
“I want this, Hunter,” I assure him. “I’m good. More than good.”
He leans his head back against the couch cushions. “Then so am I.”
He doesn’t say anything while I unzip his jeans and take him out. But when I lean forward and lick his thick length, he lets out a guttural groan.
“Christ, that feels good.”
When I take him into my mouth, he jerks his hips and calls out my name. I glance up to find his eyes on me. They’re dark green and liquid with heat.
I keep sucking him, not stopping until he’s bucking against my tongue and calling out my name. I climb up into his lap, and he wraps his arms around me.
“I vote we go get dinner and then continue where we left off on this couch,” he says against my lips.
