36. Maddie #2
Hunter pinches the hardened peak of one of my nipples and I gasp. “You did good,” he says, as his free hand slips into my panties and his fingers plunge between my legs. He groans against my ear. “And it feels like you enjoyed it.”
My back arches as his fingers rub against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. He’s still rolling my nipple with his finger and thumb, and the delicious tension pulls taught between the two hyper-sensitive pleasure points he’s touching.
“We need to talk,” I say between pants. While I’m still processing everything, I have to remain firm. I shouldn’t give any more of myself to this man until I know exactly what I’m getting in return. “I’m still angry with you.”
Hunter licks and nips at the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers, his warm breath cooling against my damp skin. This isn’t fair.
I push my hand into the non-existent space between my back and his abdomen. Moving lower, my fingers find his straining zipper and the steel-rod of his erection. I take hold of him through the fabric and squeeze hard, earning me a grunt.
“I’m your wife, Hunter,” I say as I continue to stroke him. “And I want to stay your wife.”
I suck air through my teeth as he responds by pushing two fingers into me. My walls clench around them as he thrusts at an insistent pace.
“No divorce,” I continue. “No leaving me.” I let out a low moan. “Not ever.”
“It won’t be an easy life,” he warns, thrusting his cock against my hand while his thumb circles my clit.
Flutters rise up through my body, causing all my emotions to take flight. “I can’t live without you. I won’t,” I manage, but my gasp transforms into a sob. “Don’t ask me to.”
Hunter pulls his fingers out and spins me around.
His fingers dig into my scalp as he cups my face and holds me in his gaze.
His green eyes are almost black. “I meant it when I said I love you, Maddie. I don’t want to live without you either, but it would destroy me if something happened to you. It almost destroyed me tonight.”
I take hold of his belt. I’m tempted to undo it, but for now, I just want to make sure he doesn’t leave me again. “I love you too. And it’s time we stopped punishing ourselves for how we feel. I’m safer with you.”
“I can’t guarantee it,” he says, continuing to resist. “But I’d die for you, Maddie. I’ll put myself between you and every bullet, every blade, every fist.”
Tugging his belt, I step us back until my ass is pressed against the walnut table that may or may not be sturdy enough to take my weight. I’m happy to take that risk. I’m happy to take any risk for Hunter.
“There’s nothing between us now except your damn stubbornness,” I say as I unbuckle my husband’s belt.
“You love me?” he asks as if he’s only now letting that register.
“I love you,” I whisper just before Hunter’s lips crush against mine.
His tongue stabs into my mouth, and I taste him as he tastes me.
He shoves my panties down my thighs and lifts me onto the table.
It creaks as we continue to devour each other, but I need more than his mouth.
I take over removing my panties while Hunter undoes his pants.
When his rigid cock springs free, he hooks an arm under my knee and opens me wide.
There’s no teasing. No waiting. Hunter lines himself up and as he punches forward, he fills me quickly, and so damn completely. On a gasp, our lips part and I fall back against the table. Hunter hooks his arm beneath my other knee and he thrusts deeper.
The slap of our bodies is sharp and our movements desperate as he pounds into me.
Leaning over the table, Hunter rolls his hips to increase the friction against my swollen clit.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as the tremors he sets off with each punch forward vibrate up through my spine.
My lips part and I hum into the mouth that meets mine.
“You want more of this, little bird?”
“Yes!” I hiss. “I want a lifetime.”
The table groans in sympathy as we gasp and grunt in unison. Hot, unrelenting pressure builds in my core. And builds some more. I can hear my blood pounding against my eardrums as I thrash beneath my husband.
Hunter moves at a piston pace as if it’s a race to see who comes first, but he’s always going to let me win.
The rush is hot and intense as I come apart, screaming his name.
And as I shatter, Hunter rails into me with a ferocity that we both deserve.
He roars with his own release, and as we splinter, so does the table.
I feel it collapsing beneath me, and scramble to hold onto Hunter’s neck while my ankles lock around his back.
There’s a second when I think Hunter’s going to fall on top of me, but of course he doesn’t let that happen.
He takes a step forward to keep his balance, and the muscles in his arms shake as I’m suspended over the collapsing table.
When it crashes to the floor, he straightens up with me in his arms.
“I’ve got you, Maddie.”