“Jesus,” he swears to himself and leaps from the bed. He rifles through the top drawer of his bureau where I’d found his box of condoms in my exploration. I’d heard of them before in a few of the spicier stories Mary would tell us at times. She had a hard life before she was adopted and learned things far too young. Hunter staggers back to the bed, hands busily tearing through the package and rolling the latex over his shaft.
Wanting to touch him as quickly as possible, I eagerly reach for him. One hand lands on his shoulder while the other falls to his broad chest. He’s built like a dream—all hard angles but still soft enough to cuddle up to. My palms glide over his heated flesh, taking in the smattering of light brown hair over his chest. It’s thin but still enough to know he’s a man’s man and doesn’t believe in a smooth finish. I’ve heard men’s bodies are all different, just like women’s, and to witness one for the first time in my life has my gaze widening with excitement.
“You’re beautiful,” I comment, drawing a startled glance from him.
“You’re the stunning one,” he argues. His fingers glide through my long locks, tilting my head backward as he leans in. His lips pepper my tender skin with kisses and an occasional lick. I like to imagine he’s tasting me, saving my flavor to memory as I’ve been doing with him. This is something I never want to forget, no matter if it happens in the future—this time will always be extra special for me.
“Touch me.” I’m ready to beg, my body’s vibrating to feel him inside and against me.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he responds on a growl. His head dips lower, taking my breasts in his mouth. Somehow, it feels better this way—perhaps it’s in the way he sucks them so forcefully. My thighs clench as wetness floods me below. I grip onto his shoulders, afraid I may collapse into a wanton heap if he keeps it up.
“Yes, that feels remarkable,” I mutter. He goes to his knees, his lips trailing over my abdomen. His mouth parts as his teeth make their presence known. Small bites have me bowing my head to watch him as he moves inch by inch lower. He kisses down my thigh, then back up the opposite, only to punctuate it by sucking my clit. A scream rips free at the intense sensation. Him going from soft to straight on has my body lost in how to respond.
“Please, more,” I begin to unnecessarily plead. He’s giving me what I desire, but I’m too impatient to wait. I want it all, right this moment.
Ignoring my begging, he circles behind me and gently kisses up the back of my legs. He nips at the skin behind my knee, and I nearly buckle over. I’m learning the spot is sensuous and underestimated. Hunter’s a skilled lover, and I won’t be doubting as much after his exploration. More kisses glide up the backs of my thick thighs with bites on each of my butt cheeks. I can’t help but moan and giggle at the same time. He smacks my behind enough not to hurt but warn me to stop the giggling. “Oh!” I breathe hard as the slap turns me on just as much as the sucking did.
“You were made to be cherished. Designed for a man who wouldn’t undervalue every single inch of you,” his deep voice whispers at the back of my neck. Shivers and goosebumps skate over my flesh, making my nipples stand even firmer than before.
“Touch me, Hunter.”
He growls at my mention of his name, then his strong arms are surrounding me from behind. “Shall I fuck you like this? Bend you over and slide my long, thick cock into you from behind? Think you could handle me all at once?” He breathes against my ear, and my eyes roll heavenward.
“I’ll handle you some way, I promise as much.”
“Christ,” he hums, then spins me to face him. His mouth is on mine before I can blink. His lips press to mine, tongue parting them to explore. One hand holds me securely to his frame while the other brokers our fall onto the oversized bed. He pulls back just enough to whisper, “I won’t hurt you the first time I take you. We’ll save that for another if you want it.”
“Oh, I want it,” I whisper without thinking. He could fill me from behind right now, but I won’t fight him on it if he wants to wait. At this point, I couldn’t care less as long as he’s in me some way. The thought of him filling me as I desperately crave has me eager for anything he’ll offer.
Our mouths move together as our bodies writhe against each other, searching for some semblance of pleasure with a bit of pressure. Our hands tangle as we both eagerly move to touch and tug as quickly as possible. Whoever can wait and take their time must be a saint because there’s no way I can prolong the sweetest sense of torture for long.
“Fill me,” I quietly demand, and he groans, his forehead resting against mine.
His eyes clench closed as he breathes deeply. Eventually, he admits, “You have me worked up and ready to explode. This may be much shorter than I want it to be.”
I pull his cock toward my entrance and reassure him, “I don’t care how long it lasts, only that it happens.” It’s what he needs to hear as his hand eagerly moves up his length, positioning him right where I need to feel him most. His free hand moves to the bedspread beside me as he braces himself, then slowly begins to work his cock into my entrance.
He stretches me to the point I feel full. There’s no pain, only relief. I can’t help but think he was made for me, and he belongs there and nowhere else. I’m his home, and he’s mine. All this time away, and it was him I’ve been missing.
“Are you all right?”
I nod, only to realize he’s waiting for my words. I meet his concerned gaze and offer a tender smile. “I’m more than okay, I’m great.”
He smirks and begins to move. It feels amazing, not only his length filling me but the warmth coming off his frame. His presence surrounds me, and it’s enough to have me biting my lip and closing my eyes. He’s everywhere all at once, and it’s better than I’ve ever dreamed of.
“Hold on to me. Look at me and let me know you feel me,” he orders.
My eyes shoot open, colliding with his blazing irises. One hand moves to grip his butt while the other hooks under his arm to grip his shoulder blade. He’s strong, sculpted with muscles I didn’t know a man possessed.
“Much better. You want it slow and soft or hard and fast? Your pussy grips me so perfectly, it has me seeing stars already.”
I love his abrupt honesty. “Fast,” I choke out as he plunges forward, rocking my world. He’s not the only one seeing stars as he pistons in and out, swiveling his hips left then right. “Yes! Oh, my,” I moan far too loudly to be acceptable, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’re so wet.” His fingers find my clit, and I’m done for. Another orgasm explodes through me, shaking me all over. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, following me into bliss.
HUNTER
“It’s time for you to see your family,” I eventually make myself admit aloud, even though it pains me to say it. The last thing I want to do is let her go, and then, God forbid, something happens to her. I’ve grown used to her being here, comfortable with our arrangement. The sex helps. I am not going to lie, but I’m a man, and enjoying her body has been put to the forefront of my mind. Of course, there are feelings involved behind the carnal pleasure, but we’re not at the stage yet where we admit them. At least, I’m not. Fucking is one thing but acknowledging it aloud how I’m falling for her is another thing entirely.