Tonight was fun, though. More fun than I thought it would be.
To warm me up, and maybe to wash any grime off me from Sherlock holding me down while Hunter fucked me by the fire, we christen another shower.
We don’t even bother to get dressed afterward. We lie to ourselves that we’re going to watch a movie to wind down before bed, but we don’t even manage to get the TV on. Hunter bends me over the couch and fucks me, then we collapse on the floor and hold each other for a while.
Once we’ve recovered enough to move, we grab some cold water and head to bed.
We don’t sleep, though. Our tongues tangle, our bodies strain to get closer. He fucks me again and again. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s made me come.
Breathing heavily as he collapses on top of me in his bed, I wrap my arms around him and ask, “Was that seven or eight?”
“What?” he murmurs.
“Orgasms. You made me come so many times tonight, I’ve lost count.”
Lifting his head just enough to look down at me, he asks, “Why are you keeping track?”
“I’m getting two for every one you’re getting. I’ll want to repay this debt eventually. I need to make sure my tally is correct.”
Hunter smirks and shakes his head at me. “You’re crazy. You don’t owe me any orgasms. Making you come makes me happy.”
I sigh, locking my arms around him even more tightly. “How did I get so lucky?”
He rolls off me so he doesn’t crush me, then tugs me into his arms on his side of the bed. “I’m the lucky one.”
I snuggle up close to him and close my eyes. “I love you so much.”
Hunter kisses the crown of my head. “Not as much as I love you.”
I smile. “I love this argument. Let’s only ever have this one.”
“I don’t know,” he says, his tone teasing. “I kind of like fighting and making up with you in the bedroom.”
“I like everything we do in the bedroom,” I murmur in sleepy agreement.
“And in the back yard?”
His taunt is playful, but it makes my tummy flutter. My eyes pop open and I look up at him. “Was that… okay?”
“Of course,” he says easily. “It was my idea. It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t okay with me.”
My heart still pounds just thinking about it. “I never thought I’d have sex with someone watching like that.”
“I didn’t think it was on your to-do list,” he says, lightly amused.
“I don’t even like to kiss in front of people.”
His amusement deepens. “I know.”
“I can’t believe I liked that.”
He slides a hand down my arm, letting it drift around to the small of my back so he can caress me there. “See? It can be fun to try new things.”
“What other new things do you have in store for me?” I ask, a bit cautiously.
“Lots.” He leans forward and kisses the ball of my bare shoulder. “I look forward to giving you many, many orgasms over the years. Some you’ll see coming, others… maybe not.”
I smile as he starts to kiss the swell of my breast. “I’ll never be bored with you, will I?”
He flicks his tongue over my nipple, even though we’ve just barely finished. “Nope,” he says, squeezing my ass and grinding me against him.
His cock is already hard again.
“You’re insatiable,” I say, sliding my fingers through his hair.
“I think that was eight,” he tells me, referring to the orgasm tally I lost track of. Spreading my thighs, he lifts me, then eases me down onto his cock. Voice strained, he says, “Let’s go for a nice, even ten.”
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We don’t wake up until around 11 the following morning.
Hunter nailed his goal of giving me ten whole orgasms last night. As a result, my whole body is sore.
My arm muscles ache as I roll over and reach for him. He got away from me in the night, but he looks so gorgeous sprawled across his bed, only his cock and part of one leg covered by the stray edge of the white bed sheet.
Mm, he’s delicious.
Feeling a little raw and needy after the night we had, I pull myself closer and snuggle up against his side.
Stirred awake by my touch, Hunter shifts and slides his arm under me, pulling me even closer. “Good morning, beautiful.”
I love the rough, husky sound of his voice when he first wakes up.
“Good morning,” I murmur, kissing his chest. “How is the best boyfriend in the whole world doing this morning?”
He smiles. “Pretty goddamn good.”
I splay my hand across his muscled abdomen and lean in to steal a quick kiss. I’m tempted to deepen it and invite him into my body again, but I keep my mouth closed since I probably have morning breath.
“What should we do today?” Hunter asks.
Thinking of all the sex we had last night, I quip, “Probably go to church.”
He chuckles. “I’m serious. This is your first official day as a professional girlfriend. We should commemorate it somehow.”
I groan. “I want to complain about you calling it that…”
He slides my hand up his abdomen, then claims it and lifts it to his lips so he can kiss it. “But then you remember I’m allowed to do whatever I want to you, up to and including calling you my professional girlfriend.”
“Your deals are the worst,” I say playfully, not meaning it at all.
Not buying it for a second, he pulls me into his chest like he’s gonna give me a noogie, but he gives me a kiss on top of my head instead. “You love my deals.”
I wiggle around in his embrace until I can look up at him. “Fine, I love your deals, but not your terminology. Professional girlfriend makes me sound inept.”
“No, it doesn’t,” he disagrees. “Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you have to. You’re one of the most adept people I know, Riley. I know you can take care of yourself. That was never up for debate. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.” He caresses my face and slides his fingers through my hair as he looks down at me. “I want to take care of you. I don’t just mean financially, either. I told you I wanted all of you, and I meant it. I want to take care of you, heart, body, soul. There’s no limit to what I’ll do for you, Riley. I’m yours completely. I want you to be mine the same way.”
Since he has forcibly bulldozed the barrier I had up, I tell him, “I am yours completely.”
His lips tug up, but he doesn’t look entirely satisfied.
Maybe his lack of satisfaction is rooted in knowing that our relationship has an expiration date. How can he believe I’m completely his when he knows there’s a chance I’ll leave him as soon as I’m allowed to?
I know he’s hoping that by the time that day comes, my doubts will have passed. I hope for that, too, I’m just not as sure as he is that we’ll get there.
Since we’re near enough to this subject, I risk raising it even though I know it could go badly. “Can I ask you something?”
He looks down at me. “Of course.”
“I need you to be completely truthful, no matter what you think I want to hear.”