I straighten and turn back to face him. “This?” I say, circling my hard nipple. He groans and fists his cock. “I don’t wear it very often because you can see right through it.”
“Fuuuck!” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me onto the bed. He starts to climb over me, but I sit.
I wag my finger at him. When he pauses, I gather the edges of the front of my shirt and tie them in a knot. All the extra fabric has disappeared so that it fits snugly over my breasts. Instantly he’s on top of me, pressing me down, taking my nipple in his mouth through the cotton. The fabric is a barrier between me and Hunter’s tongue. If anything, it should reduce the sensations, but instead, they’re intensified. He grazes his teeth over the hard nubs, and I arch my back. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling him want me like this. He works his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, and I can do nothing but thread my hands through his silky hair. I’m so wet, I must be dripping onto the sheets. I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanton, so seductive. My orgasm stirs at the core of me, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to stay right here for a little longer.
I shift and Hunter moves away. Gently, I push him onto his back and straddle him. He reaches behind him for a condom, and I take the packet from him, but I don’t open it right away. I tuck it under the sheet. For now, I’m enjoying the teasing ... the moments beforethemoment.
I slide my soaked pussy down his cock, not taking my eyes from him. But he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at two wet patches of T-shirt sticking to my erect nipples.
“Fuck, Lucy. I’m never going to forget this visual for as long as I live.”
I flick my hips back and forward, teasing the length of his cock. I could come like this. My entire body is vibrating. Every sense is heightened, every need is merciless, every desire is urgent.
“You’re so totally wet.”
“You feel that?” I tip my head back. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet. Even more than last time with you.”
He groans underneath me. I’ve never been chatty in bed. But he makes me feel so desired that it unleashes something in me. He makes me feel like I could say anything in my head and he’d only want me more.
“I do that to you,” he growls.
I nod. “Yeah. You.” I lift my chin. No one else. No one ever.
“Fuuuck,” he growls, and he grabs the condom packet and rips it open.
My entire body is shaking. I don’t think I could get a condom on him if I tried. I watch as he rolls it on and then grasps his cock at the base. We lock eyes and an understanding passes between us: This is sex. It’s really good sex. But it’s something more too. I’ve never felt so comfortable, so connected, so completely as one with another person.
I lean forward, and he presses his tip into me and grabs a breast in the other hand. I close my eyes in a lazy blink. He feels so good. So big. So perfect inside me. I never want this to end. I want Hunter to fuck me forever.
His hands slide to my hips, and like he knows I’m caught in some kind of lust-filled haze, he starts to move from under me, thrusting upward. My palms press into his chest, and he pushes up, up, up, so deep inside me, stretching me, filling me, owning me.
I’m floating, my limbs weak, my body vibrating. All I can see, think, and feel is him. Hunter. He presses my hips down to meet his, and I groan at how deep he gets. How full I am. How completely at peace I am with him.
“Hunter,” I gasp out. His fingers press just shy of painfully into my hips.
“You’re so sexy,” he pants, thrusting again. “I want to fuck you all night. All day. Forever.”
I twist my hips, trying to give him just a little of what he’s giving me. His groan gives me some satisfaction.
His hands slide to my arms, and he holds them tightly against my body so I can’t move them, using them as an anchor so he can drive into me relentlessly. Over and over, deeper and deeper.
“Hunter,” I cry. It’s too much. It’s too good. It feels like we were made for each other. I crumble as my orgasm tears through me. He thrusts up, and all I can do is take it as I climax, my body shuddering on his cock. He lets out a roar and thrusts up one final time, both of us reaching the peak at the same time.
I slump forward on his chest. I don’t know which racing heartbeat belongs to him and which is mine.
His breath is ragged against my ear, and he wraps his arms around me tightly.
I’ve never come like that before. Never felt like that before. Never been worshipped the way Hunter worships me.
“You okay?” he asks as our bodies settle.
“I don’t know,” I say, honestly. “I don’t know how I’ll ...” I feel like life has shifted a little. The physical connection I have with Hunter is new and surprising, and I’m already worried that at some point, I won’t have it.
I feel vulnerable.
“It feels deep, right?” he asks.
I lift my head to see the expression in his eyes. His bright-blue gaze stares back at me, full of concerns. I nod. “Yeah. It feels ...”
