He grunts and curls his fingers inside me. My back arches and I grip the sheets beside me. My orgasm is just a breath away, but I’m not ready for it. Not yet. I want to feel more of Hunter. I want to feel all of him.
“Please, Hunter,” I say. I don’t need to explain myself anymore. He tears open a condom packet. He knows what I need. When I manage to focus again, he’s over me, naked, gazing into my eyes with pure love.
I open my legs as wide as they will go. Ready for him. Ready for forever. His tip teases at my entrance, and I want to be teased, but not now. Now I just want to feel him. And he knows. We lock eyes and he slams into me with such force, he drives me up the bed.
It’s exactly what we both need.
I can barely breathe, I’m so completely full of him. I can’t move because I know that the slightest movement will send me over the edge. My clit buzzes with anticipation, crying out to be touched, but I know even a breeze could make me come right now.
“You okay?” he grunts into my ear.
“More than,” I say.
“You’re so tight, so fucking tight.” His voice is strained with the effort of not coming. We’re both so tightly wound, so aware that this moment is full of meaning because it’s the start of forever.
“I love you,” I whisper on an exhale.
His chest heaves between us. “I’ve always loved you,” he says, sliding out, slowly, carefully, like I’m made of glass.
His eyes are molten lava. Full of heat and energy. It’s me that’s doing that to him. It’s my body, my pussy. Me. I reach around to his ass and hit bliss as he pounds into me again. Except this time, he doesn’t stop to revel in me. He doesn’t stop for anything. It’s like he’s tripped a switch and can’t stop what he’s started. But I don’t want him to. I want more of him. I want all of him.
My body sheets with goose bumps and sweat at the same time, and my fingers dig into his flesh. The tendons in his neck strain, and I know he’s trying not to come, or just trying not to feel some of what’s between us.
But it’s impossible.
The drag of him between my thighs is the only thing I can think about. My entire body starts to vibrate, and I cry out, a deep gutturalnoise I’ve never heard myself make before. Hunter brings out a side in me that I didn’t know was there. It’s always been the case with him, and I think it always will be. He sees the best in me because he sees the whole of me. And he loves it all.
I lift my hips from the mattress, desperate for him to be as deep into me as possible. He groans as our bodies slam together. I feel him inside me and hear him whisper my name like he can’t quite believe this is real.
But it is real and it’s forever. I have no doubt about that.
“Fuck, Lucy. I can’t hold out much longer.”
My hand slides up his chest to cup his jaw. He looks down at me, and our orgasms spiral around us like both are joined as one, lifting us higher and higher, binding us tighter and tighter.
We wrap ourselves around each other as our climax ebbs away, knowing that every time we’re physical, it binds us closer.
“You feel so good,” he mumbles into my ear.
“I think we needed that,” I say as he slides to my side, pulling me to mine.
“I always need you,” he says, and I can’t help but smile. I can’t believe the man I’m lying in bed with right now is the same man I put into an Uber at Ed and Katherine’s engagement party all those months ago. He really feels like he’s a part of me now.
He gives me no time to catch a breath before his fingers are tracing circles on my skin, bringing my nipples to attention. He bends down to suck, scraping them with his teeth as he moves from one to the other. I want his teeth on me, his mouth. I want his dick inside me. I’m so greedy for him—I want all of him, in all the ways.
He works his way down my body and settles between my legs, lapping at my clit, like he’s soothing it, preparing it, getting it ready to explode again. I squirm into the mattress, wanting more but not being able to handle even half of what he’s giving me.
He grips the tops of my thighs, holding me in place as he paints me with his tongue, over and over and over. It feels like I’m corkscrewing to another place, one filled with light and heat and Hunter.
All I can feel is Hunter. His hot breath as his tongue works relentlessly through my folds is all I need to have me bucking against his hands. He lays a hand flat on my stomach, pressing, holding me in place until I can’t take any more.
I’m not sure if I’m making words as I choke out his name. I grab at him, wanting him closer as I climb toward the peak. With my hands in his hair, his tongue darts into me, and I’m lost. I’m falling down, down, down, bursting over and over and over.
When I finally manage to open my eyes, my legs are still wide and Hunter is still lying between them, his gaze fixed on my pussy. I don’t have the energy to be embarrassed.
“You have a beautiful pussy. I feel like the luckiest guy alive to get to see it close up like this.”
“You need medical attention,” I say, letting an arm flop over my face.
