Chapter 18
Hunter
She gets out of the car, her face filled with awe as she takes in the Christmas decorations I’ve put up around her house.
I had no plan to do any decorating, I actually have no idea how, but Logan does. Yesterday he spent the whole day decorating our house. I thought she’d like something similar, so I did the same for her place.
“You did this?” she beams.
I nod.
Her face brightens even more. It’s so easy to make her happy.
I open the door for her. She walks inside slowly, taking in the interior decor. Most of it is done by her caretaker, May, with help from Logan’s ideas. I only helped with the heavy stuff, like lifting the ten-foot Christmas tree and hanging lights around it and through the living room.
“Is this also your doing?”
“May handles the planning, along with Logan. I only assisted with the physical work.”
She sits down near the tree on the cream carpet, which is covered with gift boxes.
“Are there gifts in them?” she asks, excitedly.
Bruno, Rosie, and I settle down near her. “I brought you a few things you might like.”
From her Instagram, I learned many things she likes, such as special editions of her favourite books.
She doesn’t have any of them in this house.
She isn’t just staying away from the piano, but from everything she once enjoyed, including reading.
I haven’t seen her read even once so far.
So when Logan asked me to get her a gift, I decided on the latest special editions of her favourite books, eight in total.
She also likes collecting small jewellery, so I planned to get her that as well. But I couldn’t decide, so I left it. During that search, I came across an online jewellery auction and found a ring that seemed made for her, so I bought it. I won’t give it to her yet, though.
She picks up a box, but I stop her. “I think you’re supposed to open them tomorrow.”
She chuckles and sets it down, then looks at me. I reach for her arm and pull her closer. She giggles, settling into my lap, straddling me.
I take off her coat and set it aside, kissing her bare neck. She moans softly, melting against me. But then, all of a sudden, she pushes away and sits in front of me, legs to one side, looking down at the tent in my pants.
“I want to see it.” Her face flushes red as she meets my eyes, biting the corner of her lower lip. “I mean… you know…”
“You want to make sure I have the same dick,” I finish for her, making her flush even more.
She nods.
Now this is something I’ve thought about a lot.
What if that motherfucker has a three-inch dick?
What if he has some kind of piercing? The shape could be entirely different, there’s very little chance of two men having the exact same cock.
If there’s a difference, I’ll tell her I had dick surgery.
Then it’ll be up to her whether to believe me or not.
I get up and undo the button of my jeans, then the zipper. She’s watching me so attentively, so innocently, like it’s a parrot, not a cock.
I pull my pants down a little, then my boxers, and take out my semi-hard dick. Her lips part. She looks up at me with those big doe eyes, shining in a way I’ve never seen before. Is this desire? I need to see more—to see how those brown eyes change with lust.
She gets on her knees, comes closer, and wraps her soft, small hand around my now-fully-hard cock. A shaky breath leaves my lips at the contact of her skin. The next breath doesn’t even escape as she takes the tip into her wet, warm mouth.
“Fuck.” I shudder, my eyes closing as precum leaks from the spot her tongue is stroking. But I open them again just as fast. I need to see her small, beautiful mouth stretching to its limits around my cock.
She takes me deeper. I groan, my hand moving to her hair and clutching it. She looks up, the light I saw before is now a burning inferno. She looks divine with lust in her eyes and my dick in her mouth.
She quickens the pace of her mouth and hand, sucking every time she reaches the tip and licking the head with her soft tongue.
I tug at her hair, stopping her head.
“Stop, baby. I’m about to come.” My voice is a raw, husky murmur. I stroke her jaw with the knuckles of my other hand. “I want to come inside your pussy, not your mouth.”
She releases my dick from her mouth with a wet pop. I smear the trail of her saliva across her chin and lips, making them glisten even more. I lower myself, tilting her head back, and capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Hunger is the only thing I’m feeling right now—insatiable hunger for this woman.
I lower myself further, pushing her down until she’s flat on the carpet. Her nails dig into my scalp, tilting my face to give her better access to my mouth. No matter the reason, she wants me as much as I want her, and that’s enough to make me lose my mind.
I pull away from her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her breathless, flushed face. So fucking beautiful.
I roughly pull her sweatshirt over her head as she tries to unbutton my shirt with her shaking fingers. Her whole body is trembling. So fucking perfect. The resolve to kill that bastard solidifies in my soul. He can’t live carrying the memory of her looking this maddeningly breathtaking.
As soon as her naked upper body comes into view, all thoughts fade to nothing. I slide my hand slowly from her stomach, over the curve of her breasts, to her collarbone.
Fuck.
“How can someone be so beautiful?” I whisper in awe, then descend on her flushed neck, sucking the skin with enough force to tear it open. She moans, loud and raw.
I abandon her neck and drag my mouth lower, over the ridge of her collarbones, down to the upper swell of her breasts.
I bite the soft skin there, jaw aching with the effort of fighting the primal need to sink my teeth in deeper.
I want to taste her. I want to mark her.
I want to consume her. But I hold back, keep the monster from hurting her.
Her trembling intensifies with her moans. Her thighs flutter, trying to clench, but my weight keeps them apart.
I take her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. My hand moves to the waistband of her sweatpants and pulls them down, along with her panties.
I pull back just enough to take her in—her body spread beneath me, ethereal. I rid myself of pants and boxers, my gaze never leaving her.
I’ve never had faith in anything divine. But if goddesses exist, they’re pale imitations of the woman lying before me.
I pull my shirt over my head and cast it aside. I need her skin against mine, without any barrier of clothes.
I want her skin fused to mine, to crawl inside her and never leave, but I can’t. So I’ll settle for this: her against me, nothing between us.
I grab her thighs and pull them apart, settling them on either side of me like before.
My mouth waters at the sight of her open, glistening pussy.
I force her thighs wider, haul her up against my mouth, and feast on her.
I lick all around her lips before sliding my tongue inside her tightness.
She gushes more sweetness onto my tongue as it fucks her small hole.
Her sweet cries ring through the living room, the scent of us filling the air. This is exactly how I imagined it, how I dreamed it.
Her thighs shake harder. She fists my hair, riding my tongue. She’s getting close, so I pull away.
She cries in protest.
“Salvario.”
I ignore the burn the name brings in my body and position my throbbing dick at her entrance.
“Wrong name, baby,” I groan, lowering my body onto her, pushing my tip inside.
“I don’t remember Salvario. Without memory, he’s nothing more than your past lover.
” I trace her parted lower lip with my thumb.
“And I don’t want this beautiful mouth to say any other man’s name when...
” I push all the way inside her. She cries out, her head rolling back, her eyes squeezed shut.
I pinch her chin and force her to look at me.
She watches me with teary eyes. “When your pussy is being filled with my cock.”
She’s so fucking tight. I’m about to come without even moving.
I pull out a little and push back in slowly.
“Now say my name.”
“Hunter,” she moans as I pull all the way out and push all the way back in.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I pull back out.
“You,” she cries out as I thrust faster.
“What’s my name?” I groan as she clenches around me with my increased speed.
“Salvario. Hunter.”
I capture her parted, swollen lips, sliding my tongue deep inside her mouth, fucking her faster.
She’ll learn. Learn to call only my name. Learn to love only me.
She digs her nails into my back, scratching my skin.
Her ass moves with me, finding her own rhythm.
Her back arches off the floor, her eyes roll back, her whole body shudders violently, her tight cunt clenches around me, milking my cock.
My face drops to her throat as load after load of my cum fills her pussy.
I don’t remember ever coming this much, but then again, how could my hand compare to her?
I could only ever get hard watching her through the camera.
If she wasn’t in front of me, my body refused.
And now? After knowing what it feels like to be inside her, my hand is worthless.
I’m fucking ruined for anything that isn’t her.
I stay inside her long after we both find release. I just don’t want to leave, don’t want to move a single inch away from her. I only do it so I don’t crush her. I collapse onto my side, gather her against my chest, then roll onto my back with her on top of me.
She presses her head to my chest. Can she hear how my heart is beating for her?
“I love you,” she sighs.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
She lifts her head to look at me. “You do?”
I raise a brow.
She chuckles. “I thought it would take you more time to fall in love with me again.”
“You thought wrong. It took me ten minutes to fall for you.” I look up at the decorative ceiling lights I hung myself. “That is, if you don’t mind calling my obsession love. It’s the only way I know how to love.”
She kisses my throat. “I don’t mind at all.”
She presses her head back to my chest.
I trace her bare back with my fingers. “What if it means I won’t let you go—even if you want to?”
She sighs and murmurs sleepily, “That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”
How I wish that were the truth.