I sink onto my forearms in relief.
It’s a relief to feel him filling me again, and a relief that he didn’t decide to take the other hole. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
I’m certainly ready for this, though. It feels incredible as he fucks me like this, with my ass in the air, his cock relentlessly driving into me. At this angle, the friction is so incredible. He doesn’t even have to touch my clit and I feel the pressure building, but then he reaches around and starts to play with it, anyway.
My legs shake. I can hardly hold myself up. Pleasure assaults me seemingly from two different places.
As he teases my clit, I feel tiny tremor after tiny tremor of pleasure, but as he keeps fucking me at this magical angle, I can also feel myself building to a deeper quake.
“Hunter,” I murmur, half cry, half whine.
“Let it happen, baby.”
I let out a little whimper, burying my face in the pillow as he flicks my clit. I grab overhead for something to hold onto and end up squeezing my pillow as the tremors move through my body, weakening my legs.
Then Hunter drives into me, and the big explosion happens.
At the same time, he assaults my clit.
I scream as a white hot explosion shakes my whole body. I don’t whine, I don’t whimper, I scream. My whole body convulses and writhes with abandon. I squeeze my eyes closed and just try to process the volcanic trail of pleasure moving through my body.
Faintly, I hear Hunter groan, feel his fingers dig into my hips as he drives into my convulsing pussy.
He comes inside me, but I don’t even care.
When he collapses onto the bed next to me, I’m almost too weak and satisfied to move, but I pull myself closer to him so he can hold me. I need to be close to him.
Seeming to understand, Hunter turns on his side and pulls me into his protective embrace. He lovingly caresses my hair, kissing the crown of my head and asking, “You okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur weakly.
“I thought about pulling out, but… couldn’t convince myself it was worth it.”
“It wasn’t,” I murmur against his chest. “It’s okay. I wanted you to come inside me. If I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant. Fuck it.”
Chuckling, he says, “Wow, that must have been some orgasm.”
It was.
If he asked me to marry him right now, I’d say yes.
Since he actually might if I let him onto my absolute powerlessness against him at the moment, I smile wordlessly and close my eyes.
Chapter Forty Nine
Riley
When I wake up the next morning, I’m wrapped up in Hunter’s strong arms.
He wakes up shortly after I do and starts to kiss my neck. I feel his cock hardening against my backside, and I wiggle against it to make him even harder.
Grabbing a handful of my ass, Hunter leans in and murmurs, “I think it’s time for a shower.”
I don’t think he’s really eager to get clean, but I roll out of bed and follow him anyway.
While I was unsure about shower sex walking into the bathroom, once we’re in the shower and I’m watching the water beat down on his muscular back and shoulders, watching it flow down the cut ridges of his muscular torso….
I guess it’s no surprise I wind up pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped around him, making pitiful noises of pleasure as he pounds his cock into me.
I’ve never been fucked first thing in the morning before, but it turns out, it’s better than coffee. I don’t even drink any when we wander downstairs for breakfast.
We keep it simple with oatmeal and fresh fruit this morning. I’m feeling a little less blasé about the fact that he has now fucked me twice without a condom this weekend, but I’m not freaking out about it now that I’m technically on birth control.
While I’m doing an overview of the times Hunter has made me reckless, I glance up at him eating breakfast across the table from me. He looks so handsome with his hair mussed, still damp from the shower. I like the intimacy of having breakfast with him.
I wish I could just let myself enjoy it, but apparently, I can’t.
My mind wanders into darker, more haunted corners.
I wonder if Valerie ever looked at him across the breakfast table like this, enjoying a quiet, intimate morning with him after a night of sex and cuddles.
Hunter looks up and catches my gaze.
His brown eyes warm and he gives me a little smile.
I look down so he doesn’t notice my blue eyes don’t do the same.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he answers, obviously not knowing what’s on my mind.
I bite down on my bottom lip, anxious about letting the words out into the universe. If I ask and he says no, then I’ll feel better, but if the answer is yes…
I definitely will not feel better.
“Did you ever—I mean, did she ever—” I stop with an aggravated huff and try again. “Did you ever spend the night with Valerie?”
“No,” he answers, but too readily. It makes me wonder if he’s telling the truth.
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.” Reaching across the table, he grabs his orange juice and takes a sip. “I know I mentioned maybe going to her famous sleepover party in middle school, but I didn’t make it. I had to go to Italy before it happened that year.”
“I didn’t mean in middle school. I meant since you’ve been back. While you were… together.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Would you lie just to make me feel better?”
Hunter looks at me for several seconds before answering. “No. I want you to love me despite the worst things I’ve done. Covering my tracks to protect your feelings wouldn’t accomplish that.”
I find his answer a little dissatisfying, but I’m not sure why. Looking at my bowl as I scoop up a spoonful of oatmeal and a sliced strawberry, I say, “I do love you.”
The but hangs in the air between us, but neither of us feels like entertaining it right now, so we don’t.
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Since I am staying at Hunter’s all weekend, we have to do our weekend homework together at his house.
I am not sad about it.
As much as I’ve enjoyed lazing around and exchanging orgasms, I’m happy to finally put some clothes on and use more than just the pleasure center of my brain for a while.
Hunter seems less enthusiastic about it, but I’m full of sunshine as we spread out our study materials on his massive dining room table. Hunter brought down an extra laptop—who has an extra laptop?—in case I need it.
I might for our English assignment, but I still need to wrap my head around that one.
Hunter looks so handsome as he cracks open a gently read copy of The Great Gatsby and reads a page to refresh his memory.
“We should read together later,” I tell him.
“Gatsby?”
“No, we already read that. I don’t mean a school book, I mean for fun. Surely you have books.”
“I mean... yes, but I still don’t read much outside of school. Did you not bring a book for the weekend? I’m a little shocked.”
“No, I did, but I only brought one for me, not for you,” I say, flashing him a smile.