Chapter 39 #2
Hunter’s yanked his pants and blanket back up, and the two of us don’t say a word. I try to act like I wasn’t just putting on a sex show for my boyfriend, or that I’m still throbbing with desire.
“How are you feeling?” she asks, looking at something up by his head.
She’s facing away from me. Slowly, I uncross my arms and I rub my very visible nipples through my shirt, looking at Hunter the whole time.
He clears his throat, staring at me.
“I’m on the mend,” he says distantly.
“That’s good,” she says. “Getting out of here tomorrow?”
“Sure am,” he says.
I re-cross my arms just as she turns around and looks at something else.
“All right, everything looks fine,” she says. “Do you guys want this door closed?”
“Yeah, we were having a private conversation,” Hunter says. “Thanks.”
“Sure thing!” she says brightly, then leaves, the door clicking behind her.
I can’t stop myself anymore, and before I know it, I’ve crossed the room to Hunter’s bedside.
He’s already got the blankets off, his cock pointing skyward.
I lean over and kiss him hard and he pulls my shirt up, over my breasts, and pinches both nipples between his fingers until I moan into his mouth.
Then he pinches a little harder, and I bite his lower lip, my hands curling around the rails of his hospital bed. I pull myself up and straddle him, the underside of his cock against my slit, and I move my hips so I rub against him.
Hunter growls. He pushes himself up with one arm so we’re face-to-face and reaches around me with the other. I push my fingers through his hair, and kiss him again. Then we separate, our faces together, his cock in his fist, the tip right at my entrance.
I don’t move for a second because I want to mark this moment in my memory: Hunter’s body against mine, so close I can feel his heartbeat, just about to enter me and give me what I need, and even though everything about this is carnal as fuck, there’s something beautiful and simple and pure about it.
Something I couldn’t dream of ever having with anyone else.
Then I slide onto Hunter’s cock and moan as he fills me up, my eyes shutting as he hits that spot instantly and we start moving together. I try to start slow, control myself, make it last, but my brain’s not in charge any more. This is urgent and needy, hard and fast.
And Jesus, it feels good. I lean back a little, hanging onto Hunter’s shoulder, and every time his cock hits that spot a bolt of white shoots across my vision. I’m gasping with every thrust and trying not to moan as he wraps his arms around me and presses his lips to my neck.
I’m gonna come if we don’t slow down, but I don’t want to, not just yet. It feels so fucking good that I want to just do this a little longer, riding Hunter deep, my mind slowly blinking out with pleasure.
“Slower,” I whisper. “I want this to last.”
“Do you know how hard that is?” he whispers back, even though we slow together.
“I just need this,” I say. “I need to be close to you.”
He pulls me down by the hips, pressing our bodies together as hard as they’ll go, and I sigh.
“Close enough?” he whispers.
I just kiss him again, the two of us intertwined on this hospital bed. I have this urgent, driving impulse to possess him, to hold him close and never let him go, and it’s so strong I don’t think I can possibly explain it with words.
I move my hips against him, just enough for his cock to move inside me as I bite my lip. Hunter exhales and his fingers dig into my hips, one hand reaching around me to grip my shoulder from the back.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “I can’t believe I get to do this with you.”
Even though we’re going slow I feel myself losing it a little.
I push him backward until he’s almost upright against the tilted hospital bed, his breathing heavy, his hands still on my hips.
I put one hand on his shoulder to steady myself, and he turns to kiss it, his lips surprisingly soft against my skin.
“It didn’t work,” I murmur, my eyes half-closed, my hand on his shoulder.
Hunter’s watching me with a look of pure concentration as I flex my hips back and forth again, taking him deep with every stroke.
“What didn’t work?”
“Going slow so I wouldn’t come,” I say.
Hunter growls at me, his hands tight on my hips, and he brings he down hard again. This time I moan out loud, my hand tightening against his shoulder.
“Then don’t go slow,” he says, a wicked grin on his face. “I missed you and this was all I thought about today.”
I kiss him again, already moving faster.
“What did you think about?” I ask.
Hunter’s breathing is ragged, and he clears his throat before he answers.
“I thought about bending you over the sink and watching your face in the mirror,” he says.
He reaches one hand up and pinches a nipple.
“But I’ll take watching you ride my cock until you come,” he growls.
I sink onto him again and this time we both groan, so I lean backward, grabbing his leg in one hand. The other drifts off his shoulder and he grabs it. I ride him faster, leaning back, back arched, and Jesus it feels good.
“You feel fucking perfect, Clem,” he says.
I keep going and I can feel Hunter’s eyes raking over me, and even though it’s his fault I’m about to come hard, I fucking love that he’s watching me like that. I like showing him how good he makes me feel.
His hand is in mine and I press it against my face. I’m whispering his name, over and over again and then suddenly he pulls me forward until my face is against his, my elbows on the pillow next to his head, his hands on my hips again.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he pushes my hips down onto him hard. I’m about to come, at the edge of a cliff, about to dive over. “God, Hunter, yes.”
He does it again and I explode, white light flashing through my vision and heat rippling through my body. I press my mouth to Hunter’s shoulder so I don’t scream but I moan, still riding him as wave after wave rolls over me.
“I love how hard you make me come,” I whimper.
“I love making you come this hard,” he gasps back. “Oh, fuck, Clementine.”
He growls and curls his fingers into my hips and I can feel him come inside me, his thick cock jerking as he breathes hard.
I keep moving until he’s stopped and is starting to go limp inside me, and he wraps one hand around my head and pulls me down.
We kiss slowly, for a long time, our bodies touching.
I pull my shirt back down over myself but I stay there, him still inside me, for longer than I should because it feels warm and good and right, and even though we’re on a hospital bed I just want this to last.
Finally, I roll off, pulling my skirt down, and Hunter scoots over and then his arms are around me, my head on his chest, the scent of smoke still in his skin.
He doesn’t say anything, but he plays with my hands, holding them up against his bigger ones, fingers splayed, palms together.
Then he laces them together and kisses them slowly, pulling my arms over my shoulders.
I don’t know what he’s doing, and I don’t care. For the first time in days I’m exactly where I want to be. There’s nothing else I’m thinking about. Just this.