This time I let the laughter break free, watching her shoulders relax a fraction.That’s it, trouble.I finish unbuttoning her shirt and push it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the counter in a whisper of fabric. I find her completely naked, my mouth drying at the oasis in front of me. Clearly panties after her failed orgasm were too much to think about. I keep my gaze on her face until she connects with me, completely and utterly, her eyes clearing as she finds herself in the moment. Then I lean forward and kiss her lips, and she parts for me immediately, like the last hour of time apart never happened. She moves against me, testing my resolve, as I skate my hands up her spine and over her shoulders, ghosting over the sides of her breasts which has her arching her back and moaning into my mouth. Fuck me. I might come in my jeans like a teenager tonight.
I don’t look anywhere but her face as I keep my hands away from her obvious sensitive zones, making her gasp in surprise at places she’s clearly never considered sexual. Everywhere can be sexual in the right context. The bottom of her back, the lobe of her ear I can’t help but nip. Her scalp when I tug on her hair. She becomes more and more restless the longer I don’t take this to the next level, which is exactly what she needs right now.
“Hunter,” she pleads. Now she’s ready. I put a hand on her chest and push her back so she’s splayed out on my kitchen counter exactly like I imagined when I wrote her that message on the refrigerator. She will learn I meant everything I said, even if it takes hours to prove it.
My mouth waters at the knowledge those pretty piercings are about to be against my tongue. I’ve been fantasizing about it for days, but first I want to look at her—all of her. I take a step back and guide her legs open, almost falling to my knees at the sight of the matching metal in her clit.
“I’m going to need a little guidance,” I murmur, breathless and oh so fucking eager.
She tilts her head and arches a brow. “I thought you were the king of orgasms?”
“I’ve never been with a woman who was pierced. I need to know what feels good, so you’ll have to communicate. You can’t disappear inside yourself and wait for this to be over. Understand?”
She nods. I don’t move. “Yes,” she hisses. I’m even more curious about why she got these piercings in the first place, but now is not the time for a psych session.
“Good girl.” My hands grasp her ankles, and I yank her wider, making her gasp in surprise. I trail my fingers up her legs, exactly as I described, and she shifts on the counter. Impatient little hacker. My tongue snakes out to swirl around her ankle bone, then moves higher at a torturous pace. She grumbles thatI’m a fucking tease as she lifts her ass in the air, the smell of her arousal nearly ending me where I stand.
My hands wrap around her legs, keeping her in place as I place kisses on the insides of her thighs. That stunning watercolor tattoo needs exploring, but for now, I bypass her glistening pussy and skim my tongue over the vines curling on her stomach. She’s both wound up tight and pliant in my hands, but she’s not out of her head enough yet. I want to make sure I create a memorable experience compared to anyone from her past. Given that I’m her present and her future, it seems prudent to mark myself in her core memories from the outset.
I can’t resist anymore, so my tongue laps at her nipple, and she cries out. Perfect. I’m confident I could have her coming on my tongue quicker than her favorite toy. But I don’t want to replace her toy, I want to be superior.
I grasp the metal between my teeth and tug gently until she moans low in her throat. That’s the sweet spot. Then I repeat with the other breast, keeping her pinned down so she can’t get any relief from rubbing against me.
“Hunter,” she whispers, fighting against my hold.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, running my nose along her collarbone. For this to work, she has to.
“Yes.” No hesitation at her answer, but a little bit of shock on her face at the revelation.
“Good, stay still.”
I turn around and open a drawer, finding what I need instantly. I take a candle out, lighting it with a match before placing it next to her.
She grins. “I think we are past the romantic dinner part of the evening.”
Way, way past. I grab the glass bottle of oil next to the stove and pour some directly onto her chest. She eyes what I’m doing with curiosity as I massage in the oil, covering her breaststhoroughly. She sighs at the sensual pressure and with a last look at the candle, leans her head back.That’s right. Forget it’s there, trouble.
I finally settle between her legs and slide a finger through her wet heat. Fucking hell, she smells sweet.
“You going to stare at it? Or do you need an engraved invitation?” she snaps.
“Admiring the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen before I wreck it, is me savoring the before and after.”
I have a clue how she enjoys her breasts being played with, but zero on her clit. Good thing I’m a patient and meticulous man. I blow against her curiously, and she cries out. So sensitive. It’s going to be an exercise preventing her from coming too quickly. My thumb strokes the hoop, not her flesh, the warm metal a fun surprise I can’t get over. The small movement sends a tremor running through her body, and my length jumps in excitement. Oh, I am going to have so much fun with that. I wonder what it will feel like when I rub the head of my cock along it. My brain is on board with that, urging me to give in to the fantasy playing out in my head. Not tonight. It’s a mantra I keep repeating, needing to remind my dick and myself that’s not the goal.Not tonight.
My arms wrap around her thighs and lock them in place so she can’t move, but give her a moment to voice any concerns.
“Hunter,” she breathes. The tip of my tongue touches the wetness dripping out of her, and I groan. Heaven. Fucking nirvana.I am done. Nobody else will ever come close to this.
She is mine.
I avoid her clit as I delve a little deeper inside of her, and she clenches around my tongue. Greedy and oh so fucking tight. I make a mental note to make myself come at least twice before being with her. Make it three. I glance up, and she has her hands over her face as she pants. There’s an element of fear ridingher, whether it’s because she thinks I can’t make her finish or because I can. Possibly both. I wait until her muscles relax enough to tell me some of the fear has passed. I torment her until she’s practically vibrating underneath me. A few colorful curse words have me snorting in delight as my nose bumps against her clit, keeping her where I want her. I still want this to be something she’s never experienced before, and it will be, given I’m the only man to ever make her come, but I doubt I’m the only one to have ever gone down on her. I want her to look back on this moment as the night she realized she was already a goner.
Unwrapping my arms from around her thighs, I reach up and play with her nipples a little more, a shout of surprise and pleasure escaping her. My palm flattens between the valley of her breasts, and I grab the candle with my free hand. She’s still got her hands over her face.No disconnecting from the moment, Eleanor. I want you right here with me when I tear the stars from the sky and gift them to you.
I put pressure on her chest, lift the candle, and let the wax drip onto her breast. She jerks in surprise as her head snaps up. I keep eye contact with her, continuing to drip the hot wax across her chest. My mouth settles over her clit, and I suck hard as I move the candle directly over her nipple. Her back arches as she comes with a shout. I shove my tongue inside her pussy, groaning as it clamps rhythmically around it. Fuck… she’s going to castrate me. I can’t wait.
She rides out her orgasm that seems to last both forever and pass in no time at all. Her head flops down, her chest heaving as her body shakes. I reluctantly tear my mouth from her and blow out the candle, putting it down beside her.
