Chapter 23 Maisie #3
“Yeah,” I moan, shifting my body on top of his, unable to keep still.
He strums my clit and inserts a single thick digit inside me. “How about taking these shorts off, baby? And spreading those gorgeous thighs for me.”
“Okay.” I don’t even hesitate before reaching for the waistband of my shorts.
As he pulls his hand from inside my panties, I sit up and move to the bottom of the bed to push my shorts down my legs. Fabric rustles, and Hunter shifts around behind me. I glance back, and the breath sticks in my throat. Hunter said nothing about undressing.
I stare as Hunter’s cock springs free from his briefs. He tosses the thin cotton on the floor, and I do the same with my shorts, but at no point do I stop staring between his thighs.
He’s long and thick, a lighter tan than the rest of his body with a small dusting of dark blond hair. As I watch, he grows harder and thicker. Veins appear, and as his cock swells, it curves as a tiny dot of pre-cum forms at the tip.
“Not. Helping. Beautiful,” he says gruffly.
My eyes fly to his face, and he lifts his hand, rubbing his thumb across my lower lip. “Lie back down on top of me.”
I start to turn around, but he shakes his head. “Your back to my front. I want to play with you a little more.”
I stretch back on top of him, and we both groan when we’re skin to skin for the first time. Everywhere. His cock nudges my lower back, and it’s so hard and long that I get breathless thinking about him sliding into me.
Hooking his feet around my ankles, he spreads my legs further apart and his cock settles between the cheeks of my ass.
“Your mouth,” he whispers against my throat.
I twist my face toward him, and he claims my lips in a hungry kiss.
His hand returns between my thighs, his thick fingers playing with my pussy. Hugging the arm he wraps around me, I moan, rolling my hips and grinding myself against him. He slides two thick fingers inside me, pumping them in and out of me as I writhe and buck.
The pressure between my legs builds and builds. Hunter’s thumb finds my clit, and his mouth sucks on my tongue. My climax starts at my toes and travels up my legs. My stomach tightens, my thighs shake, and my back bows.
I break the kiss. “Hunter!”
My body is still rippling with aftershocks as Hunter pulls his fingers from inside me and rolls me onto my front. I go where he puts me, boneless and sated.
His breath is hot on the back of my shoulder, and I moan as he slides his cock into my pussy from behind.
“It was like this,” he whispers into my ear. “I had you stretched out on the table, and my teeth were in your shoulder when I fucked you raw.”
My pussy muscles ripple with excitement. I feel Hunter’s smile stretch across my skin, and he starts thrusting. Deep driving motions that bury him from base to tip, threatening to shatter my mind completely.
I keen and I wail, gripping the pillow and holding on.
I feel his teeth at the back of my shoulder, holding me down and keeping me there. The submissive part of me gets hotter at his dominance.
“Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me harder.”
His hands tighten on my hips as he pounds into me. My body opens up around him, going slick and inviting him deeper. My moans are rising to a fever pitch. He’s growling as our skin slaps together.
Without warning, he takes his teeth from my shoulder, pulls out, and rolls me to my back before sliding into me in one toe-curlingly perfect thrust.
“Want your eyes when I fall, baby,” he pants, his eyes filled with lust. “Need to see you come.”
He retreats and slams into me. I wrap my legs around his hips, my nails in his back as I stare up into his face. I want to close my eyes, but I force them to stay open. He never hides his pleasure from me, and I don’t want to hide mine from him.
We’re looking right at each other as I scream, climaxing around him. His face contorts in pleasure, and he growls out my name, straining inside me and holding himself deep.
His cock swells, my toes curl, and my back arches as another violent orgasm rips through me.
I don’t remember falling asleep.
Not too much time could have passed because Hunter is still lodged inside me, his knot a firm pressure locking us together. We’re on our sides, the sheets pulled over us, and we share the same pillow as Hunter runs his fingers up and down my back.
“Okay, baby?” he asks.
I nod, and our mouths find each other in a long, lazy, lingering kiss.
I break the kiss with a yawn. “Sorry. For the yawn and before. I don’t remember falling asleep.”
“Passed out,” he gently corrects me. “I felt you coming, and then you passed out. I worried I’d hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me, Hunter.”
He pulls me against his chest, pressing a kiss against my temple as I wrap my arm around his waist. “I shouldn’t have been so rough.”
“I liked it,” I insist, looking up at him. “I have these super intense sex dreams around my heat. Lots of bites and hard fucking. I wake up with wet panties, and sometimes I’m touching myself.”
He closes his eyes with a groan. “You can’t tell a guy things like that without a warning first, baby. His poor brain can’t take it.”
I grin. “Have I told you I love you yet?” I tease.
His eyes pop open, and his lips tilt up in a smile. “Not sure you have.”
I poke his chest, and he grins at me. “Liar.” Then I kiss him. “I love you, Hunter Bailey. You make me laugh as easily as you make me feel loved and wanted.”
“I love you too, baby.” He hugs me. “Now tell me about where you were going with these dreams.”
“As much as I loved the idea of these rough sex dreams, part of me was always a little scared of what it would be like in real life. Would I feel trapped and scared? Would it make me think of Derek?”
“And do they?”
I shake my head. “Because you’re not Derek. I feel safe with you, and I know that no matter how lost you are in the moment, you would stop in a heartbeat if I was scared or uncomfortable.”
“And that, beautiful,” he says, giving me a gentle squeeze, “is exactly the way it should be and the way it always will be.”
Minutes later, feeling his mounting tension, I smile against his chest. “You want me to tell you about my dirty dreams, don’t you?”
“Desperately,” he bursts out.
I laugh. “There’s no story,” I lift my head to warn him. “It’s just biting and fucking from start to finish. Yours was more interesting.”
“Don’t you worry about that, baby.” He draws me against his chest and he’s smiling when he presses a kiss on my temple. “I’ll get through it just fine without the story parts.”
Grinning, I snuggle against him. “Okay, one I have a lot is…”