8. Hunter
Chapter eight
Hunter
She said she's going to be mine.
Mine.
Maybe it's the heat of the moment, but I'm ready to lay it on thick. Not because I want to know how such a delicacy will feel wrapped around my cock, but because I've never been with someone I could properly love before.
There's no question about it. I love Juniper. Even if it makes me the craziest recluse on this mountain, then I'm going to proudly wear the title like a badge of honor.
She leans into me as our kiss deepens, lifting high enough for me to work a hand between us. With the sensation of her grip still tingling along my length, I grip myself firmly as a silent demand to last longer than ten seconds with this woman.
First impressions mean everything, and while I may have fucked up the first one, when it comes to giving pleasure, I'll be damned if I let this one slip from my fingers.
I'm going to have this woman crying out my name.
She lets out a breathy whimper as I press into her. Once my cock is right where it needs to be, I carefully ease her down. Every inch she takes feels like I'm being surrounded by soldering heat. So wet, so good.
I'm going to lose myself again at this rate. I need to focus.
Squeezing her hips, I swallow back the urge to groan once she rests against my thighs. Miraculously, she's taken in every inch I have to give her.
Even Juniper has a flicker of surprise cross her expression. Looking down between us, she shifts her hips as a way to prove it before her walls clamp tight.
Fuck me.
"I've never done this position before," she warns in a pant. Moving her hands to my chest, she spreads her fingers out to gain her bearings. She's as distracted as I am by the stretch and the fullness of being inside of her. "Don't change your mind on me if I suck."
I'd laugh if I weren't so busy trying not to come. "Trust me, you've got nothing to worry about. Just follow my lead, and I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."
Hopefully not too quickly, or else I'm done for.
My hands stay grasping her hips, helping her find the rhythm. At first, her movements are tentative, small lurches as she rolls her hips forward, testing the friction. I guide her back and forth, matching the slight rock of her body until the hesitation starts to burn away.
Then, she gets it.
Her breath hitches as she finds the spot she needs to hit. Eyes widening with the discovery, she starts to roll her hips with newfound boldness. As if she could possibly need any more waves of pleasure to take over, her hands abandon my chest to touch hers.
Under the weight of my unblinking stare, she squeezes and caresses her breasts. Hell, I'm surprised she doesn't forget all about me as her eyes slide closed.
Yeah, this isn't something I'm going to be able to give up any time soon.
She’s entirely consumed by the blissful feeling, chasing her own high while my cock gets caught in the sweet, relentless squeeze of her rhythm.
I'm obsessed.
Her motion stutters, her breath catching in a ragged gasp as her climax finally tears through her. The sudden, rhythmic spasms of her pussy milk every inch of my length, gripping me so tightly it makes my teeth clench at the sensations.
"You're beautiful," I rasp, too lost in the view to think about holding back my release. When I feel the pulse hit me all at once, I choke back a moan.
Clueless, she smiles as she moans my name, and gasps when I pull her down completely, holding her there until the pulses slow to none.
We're both left breathless and exhausted as she collapses on top of me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she squeezes me tight enough that it's a miracle she doesn't cut off my airflow.
"My hips..." She groans again, but this time, it's more painful than sexy.
It helps bring me out of this heated daze.
"Sore?" Hoping I hadn't squeezed them too hard, I rub them both soothingly when she nods. "How about I draw you a nice hot bath and let you soak?"
The instinct to take care of this woman feels far too natural, and it's like a switch has been flipped.
She lets out the most fluttery-like laugh before tucking her face into the crook of my neck. "Will you be joining me?"
I'm going to have to do some bathroom renovations this summer, it seems. Replace the small tub with a much bigger one so what she's suggesting can be a reality.
"Another time," I promise, hoping to make the plan come true. "For now, how about we get you cleaned up, and then get some rest? Tomorrow, we can figure out the small details and—"
Her arms squeeze me tighter as her hug grows. "It's okay, Hunter. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
As if she can hear my worries spilling out of my head, she reassures me with the words I need to hear before pulling back to kiss me.
"Is it weird to say I love you?" She blushes even pinker with the question than she had during sex.
That gets a laugh out of me, and it's exactly what I need to feel at ease. "Here I was fighting not to scare you away by saying it so soon."
Pulling back and pressing a kiss to her temple, I murmur the same three words she's going to get tired of hearing on repeat before carefully helping her off of me.
Thankfully, her legs are weak, giving me the excuse to carry her to the bathroom. Halfway there, she kisses me and rouses up the same hunger that leaves me drowning.
Hoping to make it to the bathroom before I accidentally pin her to the wall, she giggles at the growl that leaves me. The sound is my weakness, and I'm making it my life's goal to keep that noise filling this empty cabin.
We've got a few bumps in the road to face, but now that I've got the woman of my dreams here with me, I know I'm willing to do whatever I have to keep her at my side.