And Jesus, it feels good.I lean back a little, hanging onto Hunter’s shoulder, and every time his cock hits that spot a bolt of white shoots across my vision.I’m gasping with every thrust and trying not to moan as he wraps his arms around me and presses his lips to my neck.
I’m gonna come if we don’t slow down, but I don’t want to, not just yet.It feels so fuckinggoodthat I want to just do this a little longer, riding Hunter deep, my mind slowly blinking out with pleasure.
“Slower,” I whisper.“I want this to last.”
“Do you know how hard that is?”he whispers back, even though we slow together.
“I just needthis,” I say.“I need to be close to you.”
He pulls me down by the hips, pressing our bodies together as hard as they’ll go, and I sigh.
“Close enough?”he whispers.
I just kiss him again, the two of us intertwined on this hospital bed.I have this urgent, driving impulse topossesshim, to hold him close and never let him go, and it’s so strong I don’t think I can possibly explain it with words.
I move my hips against him, just enough for his cock to move inside me as I bite my lip.Hunter exhales and his fingers dig into my hips, one hand reaching around me to grip my shoulder from the back.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.“I can’t believe I get to do this with you.”
Even though we’re going slow I feel myself losing it a little.I push him backward until he’s almost upright against the tilted hospital bed, his breathing heavy, his hands still on my hips.I put one hand on his shoulder to steady myself, and he turns to kiss it, his lips surprisingly soft against my skin.
“It didn’t work,” I murmur, my eyes half-closed, my hand on his shoulder.
Hunter’s watching me with a look of pure concentration as I flex my hips back and forth again, taking him deep with every stroke.
“What didn’t work?”
“Going slow so I wouldn’t come,” I say.
Hunter growls at me, his hands tight on my hips, and he brings he down hard again.This time I moan out loud, my hand tightening against his shoulder.
“Then don’t go slow,” he says, a wicked grin on his face.“I missed you and this wasallI thought about today.”
I kiss him again, already moving faster.
“What did you think about?”I ask.
Hunter’s breathing is ragged, and he clears his throat before he answers.
“Ithoughtabout bending you over the sink and watching your face in the mirror,” he says.
He reaches one hand up and pinches a nipple.
“But I’ll take watching you ride my cock until you come,” he growls.
I sink onto him again and this time webothgroan, so I lean backward, grabbing his leg in one hand.The other drifts off his shoulder and he grabs it.I ride him faster, leaning back, back arched, andJesusit feels good.
“You feel fucking perfect, Clem,” he says.
I keep going and I can feel Hunter’s eyes raking over me, and even though it’s his fault I’m about to comehard, I fucking love that he’s watching me like that.I like showing him howgoodhe makes me feel.
His hand is in mine and I press it against my face.I’m whispering his name, over and over again and then suddenly he pulls me forward until my face is against his, my elbows on the pillow next to his head, his hands on my hips again.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he pushes my hips down onto himhard.I’m about to come, at the edge of a cliff, about to dive over.“God, Hunter, yes.”
He does it again and I explode, white light flashing through my vision and heat rippling through my body.I press my mouth to Hunter’s shoulder so I don’t scream but Imoan, still riding him as wave after wave rolls over me.
“I love how hard you make me come,” I whimper.
