8. Hunter
Hunter
Iopen my hotel room door and swing it wide. My heart is pounding and I’m breathlessly waiting.
Will she come in? Do I want her to?
“You want to come in and have a drink?” I stop. “Wait, are you old enough to drink?”
Aspen rolls her eyes and steps inside. I follow along behind her like a puppet on her string.
I close the door and immediately the huge room feels tiny and closed-in. Aspen steps over to the huge windows and smiles. “It’s beautiful. I knew that the views were supposed to be the best but I can’t believe how pretty it looks.”
I don’t look away from her face. The soft cheeks, the curl of her dark, thick eyelashes over the aqua blue of her eyes. Her dark hair glistens in the bright light, falling down her back in sleek curls. “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”
She glances back at me and her eyes narrow. “You’re not even looking out the window.”
“I’m looking at something much prettier.”
She flushes bright rose and I desperately want to find out how low that flush goes. Does it run down her throat and paint her full breasts, her nipples?
Or does it end before it touches the creamy mounds that my hands are aching to hold tight.
“So do you want a drink, Aspen?” I ask roughly. “I’m sure there’s some water in the mini bar. And there’s scotch and whisky.
She grimaces and I laugh. “Don’t tell me…let me guess. Not enough sugar for you?”
That pink stains her cheeks again and I move closer, intent on touching her. I reach out my fingers and run one hand along her soft as silk cheek. Her eyes come up and lock on mine, dark and stormy as the Aegean sea as a storm moves in. Lightning flashes and her eyes close on a moan.
“Tell me to stop touching you, sparkles. Tell me to take you home.”
Her hand comes up and wraps around my wrist. My pulse leaps when her tongue comes out to trace her full lips. Her darkened eyes open and I’m pulled into them.
Closer. My feet move closer still and I bend down to run my lips down her silky cheek all the way to her throat. My teeth rake her throat and she shivers. I feel her pulse beating like a wild thing trapped under her pale skin, flushed with desire.
I suck in a breath and then run my tongue along her throat, feeling the salty sweet taste of her skin.
“Fuck, I need to taste you, Aspen. I want to bury my mouth between your thighs and just drink until you’re screaming my name so loud they can hear you on the mountain.”
She shivers and her glazed eyes move to mine. “I-I think I’d like that. A lot.”
“Baby, you need to more than think it. I’m not touching you unless you’re absolutely sure. I won’t be able to let you go if I touch you like I want to.”
Her brow scrunches and then she sighs. “I want that.”
And I bend down and catch her mouth with mine. She gasps out loud and I taste her sweetness on my tongue for the first time. Her mouth is soft and sweet and hot…so damn hot.
I growl and wrap a fist in her long, silky hair, wrapping it so tight that I can turn her head the way I want.
“Are you going to be a good little girl for me, sparkles? Let me show you how good I can make you feel?”
She nods, her head tilting slightly since I’m holding her. She hisses out a breath when I nod at the bed. “I want you to take your pants and panties off and get on that bed so I can eat out that pretty pussy that I know you’re hiding from me.”
With a shiver, she moans and I step away, my arms crossing. I stand still, grasping my own arms tightly as she slips the zipper down on her jeans and then slides them down her lovely legs along with her panties.
Then she steps back, keeping her eyes on me as she sits down and watches me intently.
I touch the front of my jeans and hiss. “Lie back, sparkles. Let me see that pretty pussy that belongs to me.”
She sighs and then she slowly lowers herself to the bed and opens her slender legs. My eyes lock on her pink lower lips and I groan, my hand finding my zipper again, grasping my aching length and tightening my fingers around it.
“I’m gonna lose my mind. Look at how pretty you are. And so damn wet it’s leaking out onto the sheets. All for me.”
She moans and her hips twitch.
Like a sleepwalker, I drop to my knees by the bed, knowing that I’d gladly spend my whole life on my knees for her. Only for her.
I run my hands up her trembling, pale thighs, leaning down to trace a path of freckles dotting her rounded muscles.
She flexes and moans. My tongue traces up and up and up until I can smell her sweet juices.
My mouth waters and I lean forward, my tongue reaching for her until I’m buried up to the root in her wetness and her hips are bouncing on the soft mattress.
“Hunter, please,” she breathes out, panting lightly.
I smirk as I look up at her and run my tongue through her juices again, loving the slight bounce of her hips that she can’t control.
Her seam leaks onto my tongue and I growl, sucking on her pussy lips and tonguing her sweetness until she pushes up into my face and she moans and breathlessly pants out my name.
“That’s a good girl. You take what daddy wants to give you.” Her pussy leaks even more and I suck it down, my eyes closing. “You taste so sweet.”
Her darkened eyes open and she watches me, her hands bunched into fists in the sheets.
I take one of them and kiss it gently, spreading her fingers wide. I wrap her fingers in my hair and she clenches them on my head and I growl at the sting. My lips find her honey again and I suck and sip and devour her juices like a starving man.
And she moans and whimpers and every sound has my dick harder than a fucking stone.
And then I slip a finger inside her slick tunnel and curl it up until I find that spot that makes her body go taut around me. She tenses and I look up just in time to see her come apart on my lips, shaking and shivering, her eyes closed and her back arched.
I drink down her juices and kiss her thigh gently, reverently. “You’re perfect.”
I crawl up her body and feast on her beauty. On her sweat-slick, flushed skin and the tangle of her dark curls. The panting moans and the way her thighs try to clench on me.
Like she needs more.
I damn sure know that I do. I lift over her until I’m face to face with her and her eyes open slowly, slumberous and satisfied.
Her fingers come up and clenched on my shirt. She bites her lip and her eyes dart down my body.
“I need more,” she whimpers.
“Good,” I growl and my lips slam down on hers.