Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
It was a blur how we made it to the porch.
Hunter cupped my bottom and lifted me off my feet.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms encircled his neck, pressing my mouth to his.
Our kiss was sloppy, impatient, clumsy. Tongues tangled.
Lower lips bitten. Teeth may or may not have been chipped.
He carried me up the steps but stopped before entering the hut.
“Should we take it slow?” His voice was a husky growl.
I covered his face with kisses, rubbing my hips against him, my center swollen with lust. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” I licked his bottom lip, then nibbled at it again.
“Sydney, I don’t have condoms,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck, his breath hot on my skin, “but I’ll do everything to make you lose your mind.”
“I have an IUD.” I bit and sucked his earlobe. “I haven’t been with a man since before my divorce.” My lips found his. Hunter wrapped his arms tighter. My back crashed to the wall, his weight ramming against me. His fingers tightened on my butt, and he kissed me over and over again.
He broke our kiss, pulling an irritated moan out of me. “I got tested after my last relationship, and we’re good to go.”
That was all I needed to hear. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
Hunter groaned, sending scorching heat straight down to the spot I wanted him to touch.
He leaned slightly to avoid hitting our heads on the door frame and stepped inside.
We stumbled toward the bed, falling and laughing, his body sinking on top of mine.
He lifted on his elbows, framing my face, and his blue eyes darkened as they roamed over me.
“It drove me mad, being unable to touch you all this time.” He moistened his red lips. “I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want you.”
I ran my hands over his shoulders and back, arching against him. Everything that I was burned for him. “Please, put me out of my misery.”
“I need this to be perfect. Tell me how you like it.” He brushed the strands of hair from my eyes, then dipped his head to leave a trail of tender kisses along my jaw. His tentativeness was hot, but it annoyed the hell out of me. “Tell me what you want,” he repeated.
At that point, I wasn’t sure how I liked it. My skin quaked in anticipation of his lips exploring every inch of me. I longed for him to do whatever he desired to do just so I could feel him inside me. To have a release. To feel well taken care of.
“I don’t know.” I blew out an irritated breath.
In all the books I read, the lover made his partner see stars when they came.
All I had seen with my ex was a lazy rotating fan in our bedroom.
I wanted to see stars, too; I wanted to experience the Big Bang.
And I believed Hunter was capable of delivering it.
“However you like having sex, I’ll like it too. So please,” I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping it tight, knowing and ignoring that I hurt him, “stop talking and make me come.”
His lips traced a path down to my neck as his large hand slipped down my sides to my ass, then went up.
His fingers, gently, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed, brushed over my wet bikini top, drawing my nipples tight.
Then his mouth captured mine again with a deep kiss, his dick straining against his swim shorts and pressing hard into me.
“I have to warn you,” he said, his breathing labored, “I will devour you like you’re my last meal, and I’ve been starving for ages.”
My fingers traced every hill and valley of his sculpted muscles, then worked beneath the elastic waist of his swim trunks, reached for his ass, and squeezed it. It was firm, just as I thought it would be.
He pushed aside the triangle of fabric on my left breast and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, scraping his teeth on it.
A shudder ran over me. His hand tenderly glided to my nape and tugged loose the knots of my bathing suit top.
When it came undone, I curved my back to help him do the same with the second knot.
With the top loose, he pulled the material off me and threw it on the floor.
Heat went through me at the feeling of his wet mouth, and the tease of his teeth on my skin.
Moans escaped me as he drew in my nipple more while he teased my other peak with his thumb, driving me out of my already overheated mind.
Hunter’s mouth found its way back to mine, and he kissed me hard, our tongues entwining. I bit his bottom lip, pulling on it as he withdrew.
“I’m going to fuck you first.” His hand coasted down over my stomach. “Then I’ll make love to you.” His fingers slid under the band of my bottoms and found me wet and ready. He hummed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Once I start, there is no pulling back until you are spent to my satisfaction.”
What did I care what he would do with me as long as he made me come?
Preferably hard. Bringing myself to orgasm was never enough.
I wanted to feel full. I wanted to feel pain mixed with pleasure.
The way I felt right now was close to hysterical ecstasy.
My heartbeat drummed in so many parts of me: my lips, the tips of my breasts, my thighs, below my knees, my fingers, my toes.
He palmed my swollen sex, moistening the tips of his fingers, then slowly traced them along my folds, making me lose my mind.
“You feel like silk,” he mumbled into my lips as he slipped a finger inside me, then two.
I moaned at the fullness. His thumb slowly roved over my clit, then pressed down, making me close to going over the edge.
He dipped his tongue into my mouth simultaneously with his fingers.
I needed to get swept away, lost in this pleasure, and never be found.
My insides blazed, and I was so, so close to realizing my dream of seeing shooting stars.
“Hunter,” I said breathlessly, arching into his touch. My hand moved to his shorts and rubbed his cock, pulling out a low growl from deep in his throat. “Please.”
“Not yet.” Hunter sucked my neck and then scraped his teeth on it. He moved down and licked my nipples, first the right one, then the left one. He pulled his hand out from under the fabric, and I whimpered with disappointment.
Hunter tugged on my bottoms, and I lifted my hips to help him free me from them as he moved off the bed.
Kneeling on the floor, he drew me to the edge and parted my legs, opening me to him.
I lay bare in front of him, my chest rising and falling fast, my pulse beating hard in my throat, and my body ignited with want.
Before today, a month, a year ago, I would’ve been embarrassed to be so exposed, so out there, but Hunter’s silent wonderment and the hungry look on his face gave me so much power I ached to ask him if he wanted to taste me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hands running over my legs, starting at my feet and moving slowly up to my thighs. He dropped gentle kisses on my ankle, knee, and up along the inside of my thigh.
With each kiss closer to my center, my orgasm drew closer. Hunter moved to my other leg, pulling a curse out of me and a low chuckle from him. His breath caressed my heated skin as his mouth hovered over my center. I moved my hips up as an invitation, and he took it.
Hunter’s tongue slowly stroked through my folds, and a hungry groan broke through his lips.
He kissed my clit, then his tongue flicked it before he sucked it.
He pushed his tongue inside me and, in a curling motion, massaged sensitive spots I never knew existed.
Digging his fingers into my thighs, he dived in deeper.
He consumed me like I had seen him eat a ripe mango, his lips encasing it, teeth grazing succulent flesh, sucking on it. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped me.
Hunter laughed. “That good, huh?”
I sighed, throwing my head back. “Do it again.”
Then he flattened his tongue against my pussy and dragged it up, turning me into a whimpering mess. I loved the way he moved it with vigorous precision. He slid his fingers inside me and began moving his hand, my arousal pulsating against his lips.
My hands grabbed the sheets, and I couldn’t keep my hips in place.
Hunter pressed down on my stomach to keep me steady and added another finger in, stretching me.
At first, his fingers were going slowly in and out, but when my breathing became frantic, he swirled his tongue around my clit and deepened his thrusts.
Incoherent sounds and murmurs passed my lips, and an orgasm ripped through me. Pleasure rushed over me like a tsunami, sweeping me into euphoria. Hunter’s movements slowed as he kept licking me softly, giving me extra time to dissolve and melt.
When my body went limp and still, I took in a deep breath for what seemed like the first time in a long time.
I draped my arm over my eyes, and a nervous laugh vibrated through me.
It was either that, or I would cry. At the age of thirty, I’d finally had someone’s mouth on me.
“Thank you. That was amazing,” I panted, perching on my elbows.
“I think I wouldn’t mind experiencing that every day, but if you don’t get inside of me right now and show me your other talents, I’ll die from spontaneous combustion. ”
“Scooch up,” he said.
Holding my gaze, Hunter stood, and a self-assured smile grew on his face. He took off his shorts, revealing his erection—and it was certainly nothing to be shy about. He was perfect. He crawled on top of me, dragging his pelvis over my clit, pulling an additional moan out of me.
“I love the sounds you make.” He kissed me, his cock playing at my entrance.
I wrapped my hands around his back and pulled him down, parting my mouth so his tongue could drive farther.
I tasted myself in the kiss. Another thing I’d never done.
Our kiss turned from soft to hard, then back to soft.
He nibbled on my lower lip and looked at me, his face awash with an unreadable expression, his eyes tender rather than erotic abandon.
“What is it?” I asked, seeing this new vulnerability replace his earlier cockiness.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
In some way, that meant I was his first. A sinful smile broke out on my face. “Are you afraid you won’t enjoy it?”
“No,” he said, his breathing coming faster, “I’m afraid I won’t last.”
“That’s fine.” I moaned, my fingers tightening in his hair. “What are you waiting for?”
Hunter pushed his hip, slowly guiding his cock into me, stretching me more and more. My smile dropped, and my breath hitched.
“Is that all right?” He paused, and I could feel his heart thumping against my breasts.
“Yes.” I opened my legs wider, allowing him to go even deeper, welcoming all of him in.
Without breaking eye contact, he thrust his entire length into me, and I gasped with pleasure.
“Good God,” he groaned, burying his face into my neck and nipping my shoulder. He moved with unhurried, long strokes. “So tight,” his restrained whisper caressed my ear. I tried to speak, but all that came out were gasps.
“You promised to fuck me.” My words were impatient and needy.
“I want to take my time,” he said, pressing his lips to my jaw.
An orgasm mounted again at my core. “Move faster, please.”
Cursing, Hunter pulled my left knee to my chest and changed his angle.
He rocked his hips hard, delivering pain and pleasure that overpowered me, making me struggle to breathe, making me claw at his back, and making me beg for more.
He increased his rhythm, sweat collecting on his face and shoulders, and the sounds that tore from my throat were nothing but pure animal.
“Sydney.” He exhaled.
The way he said my name was like warm honey on bare skin, sweet and sticky and so delicious, and that was all it took to push me over the edge, forcing another white-hot sensation to rip through me.
My inner muscles clenched against him. Another hard thrust and a groaning sigh of relief left his body.
His hips slowed their movement, and his strokes grew gentler.
Letting my leg fall, he collapsed on me.
“Jesus Christ.” Hunter turned his face, pressing his lips into my hair. “I think my soul left me when you came around my dick.”
I wasn’t sure why that made me laugh, but it did. “I think I lost my mind for a minute there.”
He raised on his forearms, his gaze searching my eyes. I waited for him to climb off me and disappear outside to shower and wash off my stickiness as Phill had each time he finished.
Hunter dropped a long kiss on my forehead. It was such a gentle gesture after what we had done and the filthy promises he had made. If I wasn’t already lying down, I’d have swooned.
“I want to learn how else to make you lose your mind,” he said.