Chapter 10
Lubricant. Does she really think she’ll need it? While driving, I hold her hand. My thumb caresses hers and I intertwine our fingers. Once we reach her cabin, Hunter quickly opens the door and wants to jump out of the truck, but I stop her. I gently pull her to me, so that she lies on her back, her head in my lap, feet dangling out of the open door. I gently cup a breast of hers. It’s as firm as I had suspected.
“Let’s take this inside,” she commands.
“Nope.” I shake my head. “Not until you’re hot and bothered.”
She chuckles, but that sound turns into a long moan, when I press my thumb to her tit. I let my hands rummage over her body and soon Hunter writhes under my administrations. Even in the pale light of the car cabin she looks devastatingly beautiful. I can’t wait to watch her come and so I open her jeans and slide my hand in.
Lubricant, my ass! What would she need that for? She is slick with arousal and once I start pumping her with two fingers, wet, squishy sounds are the background track to her moans and whimpers.
With my thumb I caress her clit in sync with finger-fucking her. Her body stiffens, and she takes a big gulp of air. For a brief moment she stills—and then just falls apart. I’ve never seen a woman come this hard and be this soft afterwards.
I gently scoot out of the car, walk around and practically carry her out. All tension has left her body, and she can’t stand on her own. She wraps her arms around my neck, but there isn’t any strength even in that movement.
She recovers quickly, and when we reach her porch, she wiggles to be let down. I gently let her slide down my body and make sure she knows full well just how hard I am for her. Her eyes widen and she gasps.
I let her unlock the door and we tumble inside. She takes my hand to pull me to the bedroom, but I hold her back. I push her against the door and toss my hat onto the banister. I make her jeans drop, and like a good girl she toes her boots off so I can push the jeans and the panties off her. I drop down on my knees, and she mewls. With both thumbs I open her glistening folds. “So pretty,” I mumble. “So pink.” I put my lips to her clit, and that soft touch, without me doing anything, makes Hunter gasp. My girl makes the best sounds ever. When my tongue peeks out to explore the bud, Hunters legs start trembling. She clings to my hair and pulls. I’m sure I’ll lose hair over this, but that won’t stop me now. I kiss and suckle and lick until Hunter stiffens again. Anticipating her slumping, I reach up and catch her.
I carry her through the kitchen where I take a few dish towels off the shelf. Those I put on the edge of the dining table. I intend to take her from behind, if she’ll let me, and I don’t want to mar her hips with bruises. I make Hunter stand with her back to me and slowly undress her completely to explore her body with my hands.
I put one of them between her shoulder blades and gently push her down until her upper body lies on the table. I nudge her legs apart. The urge to bury myself into her is strong, and I’m having a hard time resisting it.
“Condom?” I can’t believe my voice can be that husky.
“Bathroom,” Hunter croaks. “Shower bag, front pocket.”
“Don’t you move,” I warn her.
I find the shower bag at first glance and open said front pocket. A big, pink dildo stares at me. That will be fun another night. I return to the dining area, but Hunter is standing in the kitchen, holding a glass of water. She smiles at me sweetly.
“Didn’t I specifically tell you to stay put?” I make an effort to sound offended.
Hunter loses her smile and gulps.
“Didn’t I?”
She nods and looks down.
“Eyes on me, kitten.”
Her eyes fly up. She looks uneasy.
“Nobody ever told you what to do?”
She silently shakes her head. Her teeth are worrying her lower lip, and that sight wants me to hold and comfort her. “Kitten, it’s going to be fine. Just go back to the table and resume the position I left you in.”
She quickly puts the glass down and with small, fast-paced steps she hurries to the table, spreads her legs a little too wide and flings her body onto the surface. I silently correct her stance and put the towels back into place.
Hunter’s breathing is labored.
“Shh. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’ll just give you the orgasm of a lifetime.”
“Another one?” she croaks.
I chuckle. “Yes, another one.”
Quickly, I open my pants and let them fall down just enough to touch myself. I am rock hard, and it takes some restraint not to come right away. Once sheathed, I slowly press myself into Hunter. She gives some loud, gasping breaths. Seriously, the noises this woman makes! I could come undone just by listening to her.
Hunter raises her body, but I push her back down. In this position pretty much only her arms are free. And I find that incredibly sexy. I settle into her to the very hilt. Now it’s time for me to breathe heavily. My cock jerks a little and Hunter moans again. I put my hands to her hips.
“Do I have permission to ride you hard?”
Hunter nods.
“Words, kitten, words.”
“Pl… Please ride me. Hard.”
I pull out and smash into her again, pulling at her hips for maximum impact.
Hunter cries out.
“Pain?” I ask her concerned.
“Good!” she screams. “So good.”
I repeat my movement and this time I know her cry is approval. So I do it again and again without any pause. When I feel my release building, I slide my hand around Hunter and find her clit. I put a little pressure on it and Hunter stiffens again and comes with a sharp inhale. That’s when I let loose. I pump her hard and fast a few times until I spill myself.
I pick her up and carry her to the great room and lay her on the couch. She reaches out her hand and pulls me down to join her. There we lie for a while. I hold her and bury my nose in her hair. I love that scent.
I don’t want to lose my chance with Hunter. This here is something that I want to pursue, to follow… Having given her a fake name doesn’t sound all that smart in hindsight. How am I going to tell her? I need a plan. Just blurting out won’t do.