Thank God I’m not facing her at the moment. I don’t think I could take any more. The sight of her breasts might be the end of me.
I smooth my hands around her waist and over her stomach. I inch higher and higher, and she leans into me, her soft back against my chest. I dip and press kiss after kiss to her neck. Her hands slip over mine and guide me up to her breasts. We both groan in unison. They’re heavy and firm, and as my fingers find her nipples, I want to shout out loud about how good she feels. How she fits me. How this is better than I ever could have imagined, and we’ve only just started.
I lower one hand down, fingering the lace at the top of her panties. I’m taking my time because I don’t want her to be disappointed. I want her to be soaked—desperate for this. I’m not sure when, exactly, I started wanting to have her in my arms like this, but however long it’s been is too long. If the feeling isn’t mutual—if I don’t find her slippery and needy—I know it will hurt more than it should.
She bucks against my hand, impatient for my touch. I slide my fingers under the lace. My head spins as I reach silky wetness. I tip my head back and exhale.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I gasp out. “Like you’ve been waiting forever for me.”
She pushes against my fingers like she wants more. So I give her what she wants. I push over her clit and through her folds.
“Hunter,” she gasps. Her knees buckle, and I wrap my free arm around her waist, keeping her upright. I work my fingers through her folds, rubbing and circling, my fingers coated in her need for me. I’ve never felt so fucking powerful in my life. My cock presses against her back in response, hard and full and so ready for her.
“Oh, God.” She says it like she’s never felt anything like my fingers. Like it’s new and magic and she’s experiencing a whole new reality. “Oh, God,Hunter.”
“You feel so fucking blissful. Perfectly wet on my fingers. Perfectly soft. Perfectly ready.”
Her breathing is ragged and her body hot and soft, pressed against me in all the right places. “I am,” she says. “I want you.”
I groan at her admission. Yeah, we’ve shared things I never thought we would. We’ve talked, we’ve kissed, but this—this feels like what we were both born for. Like it’s our destiny or something.
“Please,” she says. “I want you.”
I can’t take any more. I just can’t hold back. I walk us forward a few steps and place her hands on the wall. “I’m half crazy, I need to be inside you so badly. I’ve thought about this for so long. Imagined how you’d feel, tight around me. How you’d sound when I pushed into you,” I breathe in her ear.
I yank down her panties, grab a condom, rip open the packet, and roll it on in record time.
I need hernow.
We’ve been working up to this moment since Martha’s Vineyard. Since maybe even before that. And now it’s finally time.
I nudge her legs apart and press my cock against her entrance. She whimpers like it’s the most glorious thing she’s ever felt but she’sdesperate for more. I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from cursing over and over.
I anchor my hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, and slide into her.
Holding my breath, I push right up to the hilt, trying not to focus on her heat, the pressure, the way her hair falls down her back.
Her legs buckle, and I grab her hips. “No, baby. You need to be strong. Because I’m going to fuck you hard now. And you gotta stand.”
“Hunter. Please.” Her tone is sweet and pleading. I know I’ll hear her begging me to fuck her in my dreams for the rest of my life.
I’m officially toast.
I pull out slowly, then slam into her, my fingers pressing into skin, trying to keep her in place.
She feels so perfect. So soft. So warm, so incredible on my cock. I glance down and get the perfect image of my cock surrounded by her and her wet pussy. I look away. It’s too much. I drive into her over and over. It feels like we’re in a bubble of bliss. Like we’re under some kind of spell where everything is concentrated. Colors are brighter. Smells more vivid. Her sounds pitch perfect.
I gather her hair and wrap my hand around it, tugging her head back.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, thrusting forward. “So fucking tight.”
Her head tips like she doesn’t have the strength to hold it up anymore.
“Hunter,” she cries out. “Hunter.”
Oh, God, my name on her lips adds an extra floor of pleasure I’ve never experienced before. Maybe it’s because I know how hard it is to impress this woman. Maybe it’s because I know she tried hard to hate me. Whatever it is, knowing she’s about two minutes away from coming on my cock, from orgasming because of what I’m doing to her, feels like I’ve been given the keys to the kingdom. It’s a high I’ve never experienced before.
“Hunter,” she screams out. “I can’t—”
