He hissed, “Seeing you in a bikini is going to be the end of me.”
“Like the Fourth of July?” I smirked.
His eyes widened.
“Did you know I was in my parents’ guesthouse that day?” I suddenly asked.
“No, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off you in that bikini,” he admitted.
“I could tell, which is what messed with my head,” I admitted.
“Is that why you had to go to the shower to get yourself off like a dirty girl?” he rasped.
“Yes,” I purred.
“Lie back on the couch, baby. Show me what thinking of me did to you,” he said.
I did as he asked.
“Move the bottoms to the side so I can see that pretty pussy. I missed it so much.”
His words made me so wet that my breathing picked up.
“That’s it. Slide two fingers between those lips. That’s it, baby, rub. Fuck, you’re making me so hard,” he groaned.
A loud moan escaped me. “Hunter.”
“I got you,” he said, kneeling before me on the floor.
He removed my bottoms and then dipped his head. The moment his tongue connected with my clit, a loud moan escaped me.
“I missed this pussy,” Hunter muttered as he licked me from seam to clit.
It didn’t take long for me to build. My moans grew louder.
“I want you coming on my cock,” Hunter said.
“Yes. Yes.”
He stopped, and I felt the loss of his tongue, but the anticipation of his cock inside me got me even more worked up. He stood and removed his shorts and boxers in one swoop. Then he sat on the couch. “Ride me, baby.”
I hadn’t even removed my bikini top yet, so I untied it and enjoyed his heated eyes on me as he took in my breasts. Then I removed the bottoms. I sat spread-eagle on his lap. We kissed for a minute, and I tasted myself on him. It felt so good to be back in his arms. To feel this connected to him. He rubbed and tweaked my nipples, which made me clench down below. I was so ready for him when I guided his cock inside me. We groaned together from the sensation of him filling me.
“I love you so much,” he said.
“I love you too,” I replied as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then I began to move, and Hunter adjusted his hips so he could thrust deeper inside me. Things built fast as we got lost in the fit of ecstasy. His fingers dug into my waist, helping me ride him harder and faster. My orgasm hit like a tsunami, pushing me over the edge. I called out his name. I chased and chased thisfeeling that I had missed so much. Then Hunter stiffened and came inside me, calling out my name like a prayer.
For a long time after, neither of us moved. Then I shifted, and Hunter stood up.
“I’ll get a towel or something to clean us up,” he said. He returned with a damp towel and a smile. His eyes looked lighter as he moved to clean me up first. After he cleaned himself, he sat back on the couch, and I crawled into his lap. He cradled me, and I held my cheek against his heart and listened to the beats.
“We still have to deal with everything,” I said eventually.
“I know. I can talk to Tatum, Dr. Patel, and Wren,” he offered.
“Wren knows, but okay,” I replied.
I watched his eyes bug out.
