16. Hunter
Hunter
H unter had to remind herself to breathe.
As Kiera sat down on the bed, Hunter had to resist the urge to tear her clothes off and ravage her. The faintly floral scent of her skin, and the way Kiera was looking at her… it was intoxicating.
Hunter knelt on the edge of the bed and kissed a line from Kiera’s lips down her neck.
She nudged the collar of her blouse open to expose her collar bone, kissing her there, and then venturing lower to her breast bone.
Kiera’s body was practically vibrating beneath her touch as Hunter popped open the first button of her blouse, and then the second.
Kiera shifted her hips beneath Hunter, seeking her body.
Hunter closed her eyes as the gesture awakened something primal in her – something she hadn’t had the luxury to feel in a long time because she always seemed to be in survival mode.
She groaned as she moved her hips to meet Kiera’s, then pushed the blouse aside and brought her lips down to kiss Kiera’s shoulder, the crook of her neck, and the dip at the base of her throat.
In this moment, there was no such thing as survival.
No mortgage payments, or rising insulin prescription costs, or sisters who clung stubbornly to men and lifestyles that were no good for them.
There was just Kiera.
And Hunter.
And the way Kiera’s thighs felt as they wrapped around Hunter’s hips.
She made quick work of the rest of the buttons and Kiera lifted up from the mattress to shimmy out of the blouse.
Then she took Hunter’s hands and pressed them against her breasts.
Through the thin, silky fabric of her bra, Hunter could feel the warmth of her skin, the rise and fall of every breath.
She moved her hips against Kiera, craving her, becoming wet for her, and as much as she wanted this moment to last forever, she didn’t think she could bear to take it slow any longer.
Not after so many weeks of imagining this very moment, of getting close to Kiera only to have to pull away when they heard footsteps in the hall, or Abby called for one of them to bring her a cup of tea, or Piper texted Hunter with yet another small crisis to be handled.
She needed Kiera now, before life got in the way again.
Hunter slid her hand behind Kiera’s back and released the clasp of her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. Kiera’s breasts were small, perfectly complementing the gentle curves of her hips, and porcelain like the rest of her fair skin.
As Hunter put her hands on them again, her breath caught in her throat and Kiera slid one hand down her stomach.
She popped the button of Hunter’s jeans and put her hand inside of them, stroking her through the damp fabric of her underwear. Hunter’s thighs quivered and her body throbbed with desire as Kiera studied her face with pleasure, watching Hunter’s expression transform into a soft, blissful release.
Then Kiera removed her hand, trailing it up Hunter’s stomach, and scooted further onto the bed, pulling Hunter with her. She yanked Hunter’s shirt over her head and then their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, in an almost overwhelming sensation of pure pleasure.
They kissed again, more urgently this time, and Hunter trailed her tongue from Kiera’s mouth down her neck.
She took one of Kiera’s breast’s in her hand as she put her mouth to the other, rolling her tongue over her nipple.
As Kiera let out a moan and arched her back, pressing her thigh between Hunter’s legs, a wave of ecstasy rippled through her.
She didn’t let Hunter stay there for long before she was reaching for her, grabbing her by the belt loops again and pulling her back up to the top of the bed. Then she slid her hand into Hunter’s jeans again, this time letting her fingers slip beneath her underwear.
The moment her fingers found the wetness there, Hunter had to close her eyes. She pressed her face into the bedding and moaned loudly into it as pleasure bloomed between her thighs. It radiated through her whole body every time Kiera’s fingers stroked her clit.
Hunter reached down to shimmy out of her pants, kicking them off while Kiera kept her hands on her, not missing a beat.
Kiera pushed Hunter’s thighs apart and dragged her short fingernails up the inside of her thigh, then went back to stroking Hunter until she couldn’t handle any more.
She sought Kiera’s mouth, kissing her and moaning against her lips with every breath.
She put her hand between Kiera’s legs, sliding under the hem of her skirt. Kiera rolled her hips against Hunter’s hand the moment she found the soft mound between her thighs, just as warm and wet as Hunter was.
She teased her fingers up and around her pubic bone while Kiera moved her hips to seek her touch.
Her panties were the same silky, slippery fabric as her bra and it made sliding her hand into the warmth between Kiera’s thighs all the more satisfying.
She let out the most delicious sound of pleasure as Hunter stroked her, it made the hair on Hunter’s neck stand up.
She didn’t tease her too long – the desire building between her own thighs with every stroke of Kiera’s fingers was too intense for that.
Hunter yanked Kiera’s panties down, Kiera lifting her hips to help her drag them down to her knees, then slid her palm back up, sliding in the trail of slickness her panties had left down her soft thighs.
She was so wet.
Kiera let out another moan just as Hunter touched her again. If she kept doing that, Hunter thought she might come simply because the sound sent the most wonderful tingling sensation up her spine.
Kiera moved her hips to meet Hunter’s hand, pressing her palm against her wetness. She slid her fingers through it and Kiera nodded eagerly as Hunter penetrated her.
She cried out again, her brow knitting and her lips pressing together, and Hunter shivered.
She could feel the early pulsing of a powerful orgasm as she thrust her fingers into Kiera. Her own body was growing more desperate by the moment and she pressed her hips against Kiera’s thigh, pinning her hand there as Kiera stroked her clit.
They synchronized their movements, each of them getting closer and closer to the edge. Hunter felt Kiera’s body tensing against her and then she threaded her free hand into Hunter’s hair, squeezing it as she dropped back on the bed and lost herself in the orgasm.
She filled the room with her moans and Hunter buried her face in the crook of Kiera’s neck, kissing and nibbling at her skin as she pumped her hand between her legs.
When Kiera went limp with exhaustion, gently pushing Hunter’s hand away as she panted to regain her breath, she stopped. Kiera smoothed her hair and let out a satisfied little laugh, then pulled Hunter into a long, deep kiss.
“Was it good?” Hunter asked.
“What do you think?” Kiera shot back, looking at her like she’d just asked the silliest question possible. Then she pushed Hunter onto her back and started moving her hand between her thighs again. She put her lips to Hunter’s skin and murmured, “Your turn.”
She spread Hunter’s thighs apart, then inched down the bed and kissed her breasts, her hips and her thighs as she went.
She moved her fingers over Hunter, sliding through her wetness in time with the movements of her hips, which grew increasingly desperate as she felt the warmth spreading out from her core once again.
Kiera’s breath was hot against her thigh and her fingers moved skillfully over her, reading every motion and every groan and adjusting accordingly.
Just before Hunter came, Kiera let her tongue take over, swirling over Hunter’s clit and bringing on new heights of pleasure. Hunter grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it as she came, shuddering against Kiera’s mouth.
When she crawled back up to the head of the bed, Hunter showered her with kisses. Then Kiera teased her, asking, “Well, was it good?”
“Amazing,” Hunter said, a broad smile spreading across her face. She probably couldn’t have gotten rid of that smile if she tried.
Kiera laid her head on Hunter’s chest and Hunter wrapped her arms around her fiercely, never wanting to let go.
Her hair smelled like coconuts and she could feel Kiera’s breathing, still a little bit faster than normal.
Her own heart was pounding and she couldn’t remember a time she’d felt so happy, so complete.
After a while, Kiera reluctantly sat up and said, “We should probably get out of bed. You never know who’s going to show up around here.”
Hunter laughed and said, thinking of Piper and the boys and their frequent visits to the house, “Yeah, that’s probably my fault.”
Kiera kissed her again, then got out of bed and gathered their clothes. She tossed Hunter her shirt, but Hunter didn’t put it on. She could watch Kiera walk naked around this room for the rest of the day if she had her way.
Well, that and a few other choice activities.
And that damn smile… it was still on her lips. She couldn’t seem to make it go away.
It was about thirty minutes to noon when Hunter and Kiera heard the front door open.
They were in the kitchen making sandwiches and finding excuses to bump into each other, grab each other, steal kisses from each other.
Hunter was wearing the frilly pink apron again – mostly because Kiera found it charming – and she’d have to go back to campus for her afternoon classes soon.
Rhiannon and Abby joined them in the kitchen, both looking beautiful and pampered with freshly cut and styled hair. Rhiannon looked at Kiera with surprise and asked, “Honey, you’re still here? I thought you had a noon class.”
“I do,” Kiera said, glancing at the wall clock. “I’m just about to leave. Hunter, you can stay until I get home around two, right?”
“I’ll be here,” Hunter said. She wished she could kiss Kiera goodbye, but even if Rhiannon didn’t mind their less-than-professional relationship, Abby might.