Chapter 23 Hunter
HUNTER
Zoey’s kneeling, staring up at me. “Are you sure about this?”
I touch her cheek, never more sure of anything in my life. “Are you?” Maybe she’s having second thoughts but doesn’t want to tell me.
She licks her lips, answering before she even has to say a word. “Yes.” Her hands move to my jeans and start to work at undoing the button.
“We can wait,” I offer, wanting to be certain she wants this. I know I’m overdoing it, but I don’t want her to feel forced after everything she’s been through.
“No,” she says quickly and fingers the zipper, sliding it down as smoothly as possible in a pair this old. “I’m scared I’ll hurt you. So, you’ve got to tell me if you need to stop.”
“Sweetheart, touch my dick,” I tell her, not wanting to have this conversation again.
I’m not breakable. If a bullet didn’t take me out, having sex sure as hell won’t.
We spent the last hour making out, and I was fine with that, but she wanted more. I let her take the lead, and that put us here.
Zoey smirks but doesn’t hesitate to unzip my jeans and peel them away from my skin.
I unbutton my shirt but keep my eyes trained on her. She glances up as she slides her firm grip back and forth without pulling my dick out of my jeans. She’s teasing me.
Carefully, I pull my arms out of my shirt and drop it to the floor next to her. Her hungry eyes travel up the length of me, soaking in every dip and ridge of the muscles on my chest and abdomen. Her eyes stop, studying, and I know where they are, staring at my incision and stitches.
“I’m fine,” I tell her again, wanting to move forward instead of getting stuck in the past. “Don’t stop that. It feels so good.”
Her small hands move my jeans down my legs, and her gaze finally leaves my scar, going to my bare cock for the very first time.
“Well, I…” she mumbles, staring at it like a little kid at Christmas who got the most expensive present on their wish list. She licks her lips, and I nearly go weak in the knees. Between her hand wrapping around my shaft and the nearness of her mouth, I’m ready to beg for more.
When she leans forward and wraps her lips around the tip, I shiver. The feeling is better than I imagined. The warmth of her mouth against my needy skin has fireworks breaking out behind my eyelids as soon as they close.
She slides her hands from my hips to my ass and grips my cheeks roughly. Her tongue and mouth work my dick in perfect synchrony, sending shock waves throughout my entire system.
I don’t know what I did to get so goddamn lucky to have found this woman and to have her want to be mine on top of it. But I’ll be thanking my lucky stars for it until I draw my last breath.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched in this way that I have to concentrate hard not to tip over the edge too soon. I don’t want this to be over before it’s truly begun.
“Baby,” I say softly, touching her hollowed-out cheek. “I need to taste you and be inside you.”
Her gaze flicks up to me with my cock still deep in her mouth. She pulls back, letting me slide out of her lips in one fluid motion.
I almost whine at the loss of contact, but I keep my eyes on the prize, knowing the best is yet to come.
I hold out my hand as I kick my pants to the side, trying to avoid tripping and ruining the entire evening.
Zoey stands, and before I can reach out, she grabs the hem of the nightgown she put on after her shower and pulls it over her head.
My breath catches as I stare at her naked body. It’s pure perfection and soft curves that are begging for my touch.
“Stunning,” I whisper in the dim lighting of the room.
While she showered, I spent time adding a few candles around the room to create a soft glow because I needed to see every inch of her.
I reach out and grab her chin, tipping her head upward before taking her mouth in a deep kiss. I place my hand on her back, guiding us toward the bed behind her. When her knees touch the mattress, she sits down, but she never breaks the kiss.
“All the way,” I tell her. “And spread your legs, sweetheart.”
Without protest, she moves toward the head of the bed, all the while keeping eye contact with me. God, she’s beautiful. When her head touches the pillow and her legs open, I slide my body over the bed until my face is right where it needs to be.
“Beautiful,” I tell her, my warm breath skidding across her middle.
She moans as she tangles her fingers in my hair. “Sweetheart, lick my pussy,” she says, throwing my earlier words back at me.
I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face as I lean forward, running my tongue over her sensitive skin. Her legs fall open even more as another moan slips out of her lips.
I don’t go fast, feasting on her flesh in slow licks until my mouth latches on to the spot that I know will drive her wild. She bucks as soon as I suck, writhing underneath me as I try to hold her open with my arms wrapped around her thighs and my hands resting near her hips.
“Hunter,” she calls out my name. I don’t know if she’s begging for more or for me to slow down, but I keep up the pace, driving her closer to the edge. “I want you inside me.”
We’ve already talked about this moment and the fact that she’s on birth control. We’ve both been tested for every STI under the sun, and we’re clean. There is no need for an extra barrier since she’s been religious about taking her pill on time for years.
“Please,” she begs.
I can’t deny her anything, especially my dick.
I release my lips before climbing up her body, ignoring the pinch of pain from my wound.
I’ve lived through worse pain for very little payoff, but tonight, I’ll let the pain mingle with the pleasure without a second thought.
“Condom?” I ask again, giving her the option in case she’s changed her mind.
“No,” she answers quickly, staring me straight in the eyes as I hover over her. “Are you okay?”
“Baby, I’m better than okay.” I use one hand and line up my cock, letting the tip sink in slowly.
She winces at the first inch, and I take her lips with mine, swallowing down her moans and gasps. I move slowly, letting her get used to my size.
There’s no feeling in the world that compares to being buried deep inside someone you care about. We’ve spent weeks building up to this moment, and it is worth every tease.
When my cock is buried to the hilt, I open my eyes and pull back. “You still okay?”
“Less talking and more fucking,” she tells me before she pulls my face down toward hers. “Move.”
I like a bossy woman, and an even bossier woman in bed is the sexiest thing in the world. I love never having to guess with her or wonder if she wants something. She’s vocal and demanding. Two things I never thought I’d love, but hell, I do.
I move my hips slowly, thrusting in and out of her in no hurry. It is too damn good a feeling to move fast. I relish every tingle and shiver that course through my body at the contact.
Zoey’s fingernails bite into the skin at my back, holding me to her as her feet dig into my ass. She pulls me toward her, wanting me to move faster and harder with each thrust.
I can’t stop the orgasm that is about to crash over me. I can’t slow it down. Not with the pace she’s set. The way she moans my name and lets out little whimpers against my lips.
My lips crash into hers, sucking her moans into my mouth. Her body shakes underneath me before becoming rigid. Her pussy squeezes my cock, pulling me over the edge with her.
I moan through the pleasure and bite back a cry when my stitches pull at my skin. The mix of the two opposite sensations rocks my body with wave after wave of an orgasm that has me seeing stars behind my eyelids.
The only sounds in the room are our gasps for air afterward. I stare down at her as she stares up at me.
And all I see is my future.