She was suspicious. “What do you mean?”
So this wasn’t exactly playing out like my ultimate fantasy of how I wanted to break the news to Karen, but I’d take what I could get.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” I repeated, “because Hunter ripped it to shreds last night.”To shreds, you say!
Karen let out a strangled noise.
“After our very public and romantic rooftop date.” I tilted my head. “Guess he wasn’t all that impressed with you after all.” I took another swig of orange juice.
“You know, I should have bought some champagne. I get really thirsty after sex.” I winked at her and sauntered off. Even though I was covered in orange juice, and my hair was still a wreck, I felt on top of the mountain. Now I wanted to be on top of something else. Or someone else.
Hunter was stretched out on my bed, sheet barely pulled up to his waist, scrolling on his phone.
I set down the food and stripped off my clothes.
“You’re back,” he said and let out a slight groan as I straddled him.
“Yeah, I’m back,” I agreed with a wicked smile.
“Did something happen out there?” he asked. His brow was furrowed as if he was concerned, but his hands reached up to cup my tits.
Under me, I could feel him hardening.
I shook my head. “Nothing that I can’t handle.”
“That’s not reassuring,” said the man playing with my tits, squishing them together and pulling them apart.
I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the sensation. Then I rocked back and forth slightly, moving myself up and down his hardening cock. “Why don’t you just be quiet and enjoy the ride. Where’s the condoms?”
Grinning, he mimed zipped lips and gestured to the bed stand. Luckily, it was within reach. I pulled the wrapper apart with my own teeth.
Hunter’s cock stood at full erection now. I gave it a few strokes before I rolled it down over him. Then, lifting up, I put him exactly where I wanted him to be.
Hunter let out a low groan of appreciation as I sunk down on him. His hands moved from my tits to my hips and rested there to guide me.
I let out a breath as I sunk completely onto him, loving the stretch and the way he made me feel so full inside.
“Oh God, I needed this,” I said, lifting back up and down and loving the slide.
Hunter grunted in answer. His hips rolled up to meet me as I set a languid pace, taking my time with him and enjoying the ride for all it was worth.
The bed squeaked under us with our combined movements, picking up the pace as our pleasure grew. I reached down, circling my clit with my free hand. The extra sensation made my movement stutter. Hunter’s grip tightened, and he all but slammed me back down on him—he struck inside me just right. And just like that, I was wild for him—all thoughts of slow and easy gone. His hips snapped up as I pushed back down, and I let out a cry, my back arching as I came.
The ride wasn’t quite over with yet. Hunter finished strong, thrusting up into my now relaxed body and sending echoes through my nerves.
Finally sated, I slumped over him.
“Damn,” Hunter said, his deep voice reverberating in my chest.
“You mean your fantasies of mornings with me didn’t get this far?” I kissed his chin.
“Sex and breakfast in bed seemed like too much of a reach,” he said, chuckling slightly.
I nuzzled my nose against his bare chest. His hand came up and played with my hair.
It felt so perfect. Just the two of us together and in love… wait. Was I seriously falling in love with him again?
Had I ever stopped being in love with him?
