He exhales slowly. “Let’s just ...”
“Let’s just what?” I ask. I shift off him so I’m lying beside him, and he pulls me back so I’m welded to his side.
“I don’t know, Lucy. This is new territory for me.”
“We said we wouldn’t get involved because we’d end up hating each other and have to be cordial during holidays, and—”
“I know,” he says. “But I don’t think I could ever hate you.”
“You gave it a really decent shot there when we first met.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss on my head. “I didn’t know you. I didn’t know how fucking good you looked in a white T-shirt and nothing else.” He fiddles with the knot in my T-shirt and works it free, then pulls it over my head.
Is this just sex for him? Because it isn’t for me. I don’t want to admit that because I don’t want to create tension, but he sees parts of me no one else has ever seen.
Proving it, he sweeps the hair off my face and dips to press a kiss on my lips. “And as well as being the sexiest girl that ever lived, you’re also smart and funny and driven and so fucking kind it drives me bananas.”
I press my mouth into a line so he can’t see me smile.
“And when you try not to smile ...” He sweeps his hand down my legs until his fingers find my folds. “It makes me want to do this.” He slips two fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit, while he watches my expression.
“Hunter,” I whisper.
“I want to watch you come,” he says, and his dick twitches. I move my hand to reach for him, but he shifts, shaking his head. “Let me do this. I want to learn all the ways I can touch you that make you feel good.”
I moan at his words and fingers and thumb.
“That feel good? I like exploring your body, your mind. Maybe even your soul from time to time.” His fingers start to thrust, and I fist the sheets. I don’t know whether it’s because he’s looking at my body laid out for him like he’s inspecting his latest purchase, or whether it’s just his fingers or his words, but I’m so turned on I can feel my climax already starting to build again.
“I don’t want it to feel too good, though,” he says. “Not yet.”
He removes his hand, and I whimper at the lost contact. Then he takes the two fingers that have been inside me and slides them between his lips. “Delicious,” he says. “I want more of that.”
He positions himself between my thighs, and I bring my legs up. He presses my knees wide, exposing me to his stare.
“God, what a beautiful pussy,” he says. “I can see how wet you are. How ready you are for more of me.”
I whimper as his tongue connects with my clit. His hot breath, his quick tongue, and his sharp teeth all work together to make me throb and pulse. I arch my back, I’m so overwhelmed with the way he seems to know exactly how much pressure to apply, the exact right rhythm.
“Hunter,” I scream.
He pulls back, and I feel cool air on my pussy.
“Fuck. I have to be inside you.” He grabs a condom from the dresser and rips it open. “I’m about to come just from tasting you. Just from hearing your sounds.” He rolls on the condom and drives into me, hard and fast. “I can’t get enough of you.” His arms cage me in as he thrusts into me, and the feeling of fullness is in such a stark contrast to his tongue that it wakes a different part of my climax. I move my body so we’re in sync. Sweat sheens his body, making him more god than man as he looms above me.
All I can think about is how I don’t want this to end.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he gasps out, barely able to form words.
“You feel so good. I want you to fuck me like this every day.” My words are scrambled, but I have no choice but to tell him.
“Like we fit.”
Like we’re perfect together.
I clench at the thought, and our eyes widen as we both tip over into bliss at the exact same moment.
He collapses on top of me, his sweat-covered torso pinned against mine, panting, exhausted, satiated. The weight of him makes me feel safe and cared for and yes, like he’s perfect for me. I wrap my arms and legs around him.
