“Not yet.” Hunter sucked my neck and then scraped his teeth on it. He moved down and licked my nipples, first the right one, then the left one. He pulled his hand out from under the fabric, and I whimpered with disappointment.
Hunter tugged on my bottoms, and I lifted my hips to help him free me from them as he moved off the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he drew me to the edge and parted my legs, opening me to him. I lay bare in front of him, my chest rising and falling fast, my pulse beating hard in my throat, and my body ignited with want. Before today, a month, a year ago, I would’ve been embarrassed to be so exposed, so out there, but Hunter’s silent wonderment and the hungry look on his face gave me so much power I ached to ask him if he wanted to taste me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hands running over my legs, starting at my feet and moving slowly up to my thighs. He dropped gentle kisses on my ankle, knee, and up along the inside of my thigh.
With each kiss closer to my center, my orgasm drew closer. Hunter moved to my other leg, pulling a curse out of me and a low chuckle from him. His breath caressed my heated skin as his mouth hovered over my center. I moved my hips up as an invitation, and he took it.
Hunter’s tongue slowly stroked through my folds, and a hungry groan broke through his lips. He kissed my clit, then his tongue flicked it before he sucked it. He pushed his tongue inside me and, in a curling motion, massaged sensitive spots I never knew existed. Digging his fingers into my thighs, he dived in deeper. He consumed me like I had seen him eat a ripe mango, his lips encasing it, teeth grazing succulent flesh, sucking on it. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped me.
Hunter laughed. “That good, huh?”
I sighed, throwing my head back. “Do it again.”
Then he flattened his tongue against my pussy and dragged it up, turning me into a whimpering mess. I loved the way he moved it with vigorous precision. He slid his fingers inside me and began moving his hand, my arousal pulsating against his lips.
My hands grabbed the sheets, and I couldn’t keep my hips in place. Hunter pressed down on my stomach to keep me steady and added another finger in, stretching me. At first, his fingers were going slowly in and out, but when my breathing became frantic, he swirled his tongue around my clit and deepened his thrusts.
Incoherent sounds and murmurs passed my lips, and an orgasm ripped through me. Pleasure rushed over me like a tsunami, sweeping me into euphoria. Hunter’s movements slowed as he kept licking me softly, giving me extra time to dissolve and melt.
When my body went limp and still, I took in a deep breath for what seemed like the first time in a long time. I draped my arm over my eyes, and a nervous laugh vibrated through me. It was either that, or I would cry. At the age of thirty, I’d finally had someone’s mouth on me. “Thank you. That was amazing,” I panted, perching on my elbows. “I think I wouldn’t mind experiencing that every day, but if you don’t get inside of me right now and show me your other talents, I’ll die from spontaneous combustion.”
“Scooch up,” he said.
Holding my gaze, Hunter stood, and a self-assured smile grew on his face. He took off his shorts, revealing his erection—and it was certainly nothing to be shy about. He was perfect. He crawled on top of me, dragging his pelvis over my clit, pulling an additional moan out of me.
“I love the sounds you make.” He kissed me, his cock playing at my entrance. I wrapped my hands around his back and pulled him down, parting my mouth so his tongue could drive farther. I tasted myself in the kiss. Another thing I’d never done. Our kiss turned from soft to hard, then back to soft. He nibbled on my lower lip and looked at me, his face awash with an unreadable expression, his eyes tender rather than erotic abandon.
“What is it?” I asked, seeing this new vulnerability replace his earlier cockiness.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
In some way, that meant I was his first. A sinful smile broke out on my face. “Are you afraid you won’t enjoy it?”
“No,” he said, his breathing coming faster, “I’m afraid I won’t last.”
“That’s fine.” I moaned, my fingers tightening in his hair. “What are you waiting for?”
Hunter pushed his hip, slowly guiding his cock into me, stretching me more and more. My smile dropped, and my breath hitched.
“Is that all right?” He paused, and I could feel his heart thumping against my breasts.
“Yes.” I opened my legs wider, allowing him to go even deeper, welcoming all of him in.
Without breaking eye contact, he thrust his entire length into me, and I gasped with pleasure.
“Good God,” he groaned, burying his face into my neck and nipping my shoulder. He moved with unhurried, long strokes. “So tight,” his restrained whisper caressed my ear. I tried to speak, but all that came out were gasps.
“You promised to fuck me.” My words were impatient and needy.
“I want to take my time,” he said, pressing his lips to my jaw.
An orgasm mounted again at my core. “Move faster, please.”
Cursing, Hunter pulled my left knee to my chest and changed his angle. He rocked his hips hard, delivering pain and pleasure that overpowered me, making me struggle to breathe, making me claw at his back, and making me beg for more. He increased his rhythm, sweat collecting on his face and shoulders, and the sounds that tore from my throat were nothing but pure animal.
“Sydney.” He exhaled.
The way he said my name was like warm honey on bare skin, sweet and sticky and so delicious, and that was all it took to push me over the edge, forcing another white-hot sensation to rip through me. My inner muscles clenched against him. Another hard thrust and a groaning sigh of relief left his body. His hips slowed their movement, and his strokes grew gentler. Letting my leg fall, he collapsed on me.
