It’s right at that moment Hunter pulls back to look down at me, but whatever he meant to say dies on his lips.
His pleasure ebbs, replaced by fierce concern. “Why do you look sad?”
I attempt a smile and shake my head. “I’m not sad.”
He frowns, not seeming to believe me.
If the rougher sex I didn’t entirely want hadn’t happened after Sherlock kissed me, maybe Hunter would accept that and keep going now.
Since it did, he doesn’t.
He climbs off me and lies down on the bed beside me.
I feel bad that he stopped when I didn’t even want him to, but I don’t argue. Instead, I curl up close as he settles an arm around me.
“Did I do something?” he asks.
“No,” I assure him, splaying my hand over his heart. I press a kiss to the pectoral I can reach. “I love when you’re on top of me. I love when you kiss me.”
“Then what...?”
“It was nothing you did. I was playing with your hair, and I…”
I don’t really know how to explain the wisps of sadness that snuck into my heart when I saw that reminder of when someone had hurt him.
Instead, I reach up and push back his hair, gazing again at the scar on the right side of his head, up near his temple. Sighing, I run my thumb across the damaged skin, as if my touch can heal the scar and every bit of pain he ever felt from it—and the events that led to it.
“You don’t have to sigh,” Hunter says.
“It makes me sad.”
“That?” He sounds surprised. “It shouldn’t,” he says easily. “Doesn’t make me sad.”
I shift my gaze to him, only tenuously believing him. “No?”
He shakes his head. “I wasn’t lying when I said it makes me think of you.” He reaches up and touches a finger to it. “When I catch a glimpse of this scar in the mirror, I don’t think about Dennis knocking me out or my mom not bothering to call for help. I think about coming to your house afterward. I think about you taking care of me.” His lips tug up with remembered affection. “I think about how sweet you were, how pretty you looked in the moonlight. I think about kissing you for the first time.”
My heart gives, trying to push its way out of my chest so it can jump into the palm of his hand.
Since we’re naked in bed together, I don’t hesitate to lean over and give him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips.
As soon as I do, Hunter reaches a hand up and cradles the back of my head in his palm. His fingers slide through my hair so he can get a better grip on me. Once he has more control of my movements, he deepens the kiss, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in my tummy.
I wonder if I’ll always feel butterflies when he kisses me.
I suppose I can’t know the answer to that question, but I can certainly feel the relentless flutter of their gossamer wings as he kisses me now.
Hunter pulls me on top of him, shifting his body until I’m straddling him, but we never break our kiss.
Not even when he reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance.
I know he didn’t put on a condom. I know I should stop and tell him to. But I just want him inside of me. Hell, I don’t even want the thin barrier between us, and the birth control is probably working by now. We can probably risk it.
I know we shouldn’t, but it doesn’t stop me from lowering myself onto his cock slowly, kissing him more feverishly with every inch I take.
Once he’s fully inside me, I can feel my pussy throbbing around him like a heartbeat.
I break the kiss, but keep my eyes closed for a few more seconds. I press my forehead against his, then slowly lift my hips.
He fills me so full, I can feel him against my walls as I slowly lift my hips, then sink down onto his hard length again. I release a big breath, then I do it again, and again.
Hunter’s hands drop to my hips. His grip tightens, then he lifts me and starts to guide my movements, showing me how he wants me to fuck him.
This position feels so fucking good.
I can’t breathe properly. What I’m doing is more like panting as I ride his cock.
My movements become more frantic, my heartbeat frenzied. I grab onto his muscular shoulders and grind harder as I come down on his hard length.
God.
Pleasure is just on the horizon. I can taste it. My fingers dig into his skin as I grip his shoulders tighter and ride him harder. Tension builds inside me. My eyes close.
I grind harder, needing the friction, needing it so bad.
I cry out with abandon when I get there, grinding against him and whimpering before all the strength goes out of me.
Breathing hard, I collapse on top of him. Hunter wraps his arms around my limp body and kisses the side of my head.
I came that time, but he didn’t.
“I want you to come,” I murmur, though I have no strength to help him out with that.
Chuckling, he continues to run his fingertips along my bare back. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.”
“My muscles have melted.”
“It’s okay.”
“You can fuck me like a ragdoll, if you’re into that. Do whatever you want, I won’t complain.”
Hunter sighs, his cock jumping while he’s still inside me. “Why do you have to say things like that?”
“I’m just very relaxed right now, but I still want you to come. I’m trying to come up with a suitable solution.”
“I love you.”
I smile, my heart filling up with affection for him. “I love you, too.”
Since he said that so tenderly, I’m unprepared a moment later when he flips me on my back, hikes up my legs, and looms over me as he repositions himself between my thighs.
Even though I’m perfectly satisfied, I feel a twinge of excitement when I look up at him. Then he shoves into me and I arch against the mattress, throwing my head back into the pillow. “Fuck.”
“Ragdolls don’t talk,” he tells me, reaching to palm one of my breasts. He pulls his hips back, then drives into me even harder. “They just lie there and get fucked.”
Arousal pools low in my gut, throbs between my thighs. For some reason, I kinda like being talked to that way.
I like what he’s doing, too, so I don’t say a word, I just lie there and get fucked.
For a while, that works.
But then I feel myself impossibly building to another climax. Hunter is slamming into me, gripping my hips hard. The friction is delicious.
“Hunter,” I say on a gasp as he drives into me so deep, I feel it in my guts.
He looks down at me, noting my breathlessness, the flush of my face. “You want to come again, baby?”
I nod my head.
He reaches a hand out and caresses my face. “Ask nicely.”
Arousal tightens my stomach muscles again. “Please. Please, Hunter, I want to come again.”
He smiles, satisfied, but then he stops fucking me.
I’m disappointed, but only until he lightly smacks my ass and tells me to get on my hands and knees.
I roll over and push myself up into position.
I feel Hunter behind me. His hands are rough on my ass as he rubs and squeezes my flesh, then he spreads me apart.
My heart drops. He’s not going to fuck me there, right?
My heart is still skittering at the possibility when, thankfully, I feel his cock enter my pussy.