Hunter’s irises were wide and dilated. He looked at me with such reverence that I couldn’t keep from mouthing off at his stiff erection the moment it was exposed. “And other big things.”
“I hope you’re not laughing at that,” he said.
I licked a line up his shaft, kissed his head. There was already a bead of pre-come there. I lapped it off, grinning at the little growl of appreciation he made. “Nooo, I’m going to enjoy this.”
Hunter sat up and pulled me up to the head of the bed with him. He kissed me again, his big, warm hands floating all over me—around my back, down my ribs, and finally to the vee between my legs.
I sighed in pleasure, opening up to him.
“Wet already?” he mused, his fingers dancing between my inner lips.
I caught my breath and shallowly rolled my hips into his touch. He pulled me into another kiss as the tip of one finger floated over my clit.
I shivered. “Hunter…”
“Yeah…” he said, and I mentally applauded myself for pulling that throaty little rumble out of him. “You ready for me, Meghan?”
“Give it to me. Please, I want you.”
He rolled on a condom. Then Hunter shifted, I wrapped my legs around him, and he pushed into me like he belonged there.
“Harder,” I gasped. “Hunter, I need to feel you… feel you everywhere.”
He did exactly as I commanded, with long, deep thrusts that made every point inside me want to sing out. I hooked one ankle around him, rolling my hips up as he plunged inside me.
Our pace built, hot and frantic. I clung onto him hard, my pussy clenching around him, just on the edge of release. I came with him deep inside me, and it was more than just a physical height. It felt right.
Hunter followed soon after, and we held each other for a few moments, breathing hard.
Neither one of us were in the mood to fall asleep. His hands floated over my ribs, teasingly moving down south to just over my mound and then back up again.
He kissed just under my ear. “Meghan…?”
“Hmm?” I murmured, not sleepy but just enjoying the moment. Having Hunter naked and around me almost felt too good to be true.
“Did I meet all your fantasies?”
I blinked. “Well…”
He sat up and looked at me. “Seriously?”
I licked my lips. “Fucking you is always good,” I trailed a finger down his bare chest. “But I told you I had a fantasy.”
His hands tightened on me.
“I want you all the way,” I whispered, nipping his bottom lip. “I want to feel you come in me.”
Hunter’s eyes widened, then understanding lit in them along with a wicked smile. He kissed me hungrily.
I reached down; he was growing hard already just by the thought of taking me from behind. The thought of him taking me that way sent new tingles through me too.
He rummaged around in his nightstand and came back with a small vial. Then he grinned and pulled me into a kiss as his hands traveled south.
Hunter had already proven he knew his way around my body, but the way he opened me up, patient and hot, made me fall in love all over again.
When at last I was ready—full with his fingers and panting for his dick—he pulled me against him, back to front.
He entered me from behind slowly, giving us both time to adjust. My mouth dropped open, panting as he was fully in.
