“Aww, thank you. I must have done a good job,” I tease.
He smiles, shaking his head at me. “You sure did.”
Chapter Forty Eight
Riley
Once Hunter recovers from “having his soul sucked out of his body,” as he referred to it, we settle in on the couch and watch a movie together.
He wasn’t feeling very inspired to pick one, so he told me to put on my favorite movie and we’d watch that.
When Ever After comes on the screen, he looks over at me. “Not Princess Bride?”
I shake my head. “I like The Princess Bride, but Ever After is my all-time favorite movie.”
“I’ve never seen it,” he says, looking back at the screen.
“Ooh.” I twine our fingers together and give his hand a squeeze. “You’re in for a treat. It’s a love story, but I actually think you’ll really like it. It reminds me a little bit of us.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nod, then rest my head on his shoulder.
He cuddles me closer and I sigh with contentment.
Since he’s sated, I expect him to let me watch the movie in peace, but we’re only about halfway through when he starts to distract me.
It begins slowly and subtly. We were holding hands, but he unlocks our fingers and slides a slow hand along the inside of my bare thigh.
Since we’re not wearing any clothes, I’m hyper aware of his fingertips trailing lightly, higher and higher up my thigh. I become more aware of every sensation, even the breaths I’m taking. They feel thicker, heavier. It’s harder to pull air into my lungs than it should be.
His fingers glide along my inner thigh, playing at harmless innocence. They’re not here to cause any trouble, they’re just exploring.
Sure they are.
I steal a look over at him, but his gaze is on the screen.
I look back at it and try to concentrate on the movie, but all I can really focus on is his touch.
His fingers continue their slow exploration for a while. I’m almost convinced he really doesn’t mean to escalate things.
Then he strokes my thigh, and his fingertips brush my entrance ever so slightly.
I gasp at the lightness of his touch, at the pleasurable tingle it sends through me.
My heart begins to race. He keeps caressing my thigh, but now his fingertips graze my pussy every few strokes. It’s just irregular enough that I don’t know when to expect it, so my body starts to react as if trained, tensing with every stroke, anticipating his light, dizzying touch.
We’re both still pretending to watch the movie, but personally, I haven’t the vaguest idea what’s happening on the screen. I’m too consumed with the little hits of pleasure I get when he teases me with that light touch on such a sensitive part of my body.
I expect him to escalate things. To push the blunt end of his long finger inside me.
I want him to. But he doesn’t.
Instead, he tortures me with that light, lovely touch.
I grow restless, overly stimulated, but at the same time not stimulated enough. I need more. I need him inside me. I’m practically climbing off the couch, but he’s still touching me in that soft, measured way of his.
“Hunter,” I finally say, giving up.
He looks over at me, his eyes even darker than usual. The liquid heat in his brown eyes turns my desire even more molten.
With the grace of a panther going after its prey, Hunter moves off the couch and drops onto the floor at my feet.
Shamelessly, I let him spread my legs open. He positions them where he wants them, with my heels on the edge of the couch. I flush, literally on display for him.
His hot gaze moves between my legs. I could die while he looks at my pussy spread open for him, but my agony only lasts a moment.
He leans in, using his thumbs to spread me even more, and then his head dips and his beautiful mouth locks onto my pussy.
I cry out, throwing my head back against the couch.
I’m so wound up from all the foreplay, I’m surprised I don’t come at the first touch of his tongue, but it still only takes a few strokes until I’m crying out with pleasure, bucking my hips against his face.
Hunter grabs my hips and locks on, keeping his mouth on me until I can’t take it anymore and I literally beg him to stop.
Limp and sated, I let my legs drop and lay motionless against the couch, trying to catch my breath.
Hunter takes his seat on the couch, but he turns and stretches his legs out, then pulls me between them and wraps his arms around me.
I sigh, closing my eyes and sinking back against him.
I do love this movie, but I don’t care about watching it right now. I just want to soak up the feeling of Hunter holding me naked in his arms.
When the strength comes back to my lazy muscles and my heart is no longer racing, Hunter absently starts to play with my bare breast. “I won the game, by the way.”
I roll my eyes, letting my head fall back so I can look up at him. “What are you talking about? We quit playing.”
“Nope. The objective was to make you come before you finished the dishes using any means necessary. I never said the game ended if we left the room. You let me haul you out of the kitchen, so you definitely made it easier for me to win, but the game didn’t end until you came or the dishes were done. I won. I just took my prize before I won.”
“Sounds about right,” I mutter, but I can’t find it in me to complain about his victory.
Hunter chuckles and lets go of my boob, tightening his arms around my waist.
I smile and relax against him, and finally, we finish watching the movie.
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It’s not that late when the movie ends, but since we both had school this morning, it has been a long day.
Hunter tells me to go get in bed and he’ll run downstairs and grab my things. I’m feeling as lazy as a sleepy kitten, so I do as he says.
I’m curled up under the blankets in the dark when his bedroom door opens. I can see his beautiful body bathed in moonlight as he hauls my bags in.
“You’re the sexiest bell boy ever,” I tease.
He smirks, dropping my bags and approaching the bed. “Bell boy, huh?”
I nod mischievously.
“Well, if I’m the bell boy, I’ll be expecting a tip.”
Clutching my heart and gasping playfully, I tell him, “Oh my, I don’t have any cash on me…”
Hunter gets on the bed and climbs right on top of me, even though I’m buried under blankets. “Then I guess you’ll have to find some other way of paying.”
“Mm, I guess I will,” I murmur, my arms naturally winding around his neck as he leans down to kiss me.
Hunter’s hands go to roam my body. When he remembers I have a blanket covering me, he rips it back and climbs under it with me so our skin can touch.
I sigh with pleasure as he starts to kiss my neck. I love feeling him on top of me, skin to skin. I push my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes and tilting my neck so he can drop kisses everywhere he wants to.
My blood starts to heat as he kisses my neck, desire for him building as I feel all of his hard places against all of my soft ones.
The way he styles his hair, I don’t see his scar very often, but since I’m playing with his hair now, I have it pushed back and I catch a little glimpse.