Let him. I don't need it. All I need is his touch. His laughter. Fill me up to the brim with him and nothing else, and I'll be a happy woman.
The first brush of his lips against my skin has me sucking in a deep breath. I lick my lips and watch him begin kissing his way up my body.
“So beautiful,” he coos meaningfully.
My breath catches in the back of my throat as I feel him nudge against my entrance. A bout of fear manages to breach the surface, and for a second, the trembling in my body is fear and not arousal.
He rubs his lips over mine when he feels me clam up, whispering, "I won't hurt you, baby." Then ever so slowly, he presses inside.
I choke on a gasp, grabbing his bicep and digging my claws as a kaleidoscope of sensations run through me. It's wonderful; fulfilling to have this intimacy with Hunter, when for so long, I've felt like I was lost and left wondering.
A grunt falls free from his lips, his eyes rolling back into his head. His pace never quickens, nor does it slow. It's like he's reminiscing in the feeling of being together again.
Nothing has ever felt like this before. The feeling of him inside me makes my sex quiver. A deep, gravelly moan slips free from his lips as his entire body shudders from pleasure.
“Fuck,” he forces through gritted teeth, pushing the rest of the way inside. “So hot. So wet.” He leans toward me, my arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him, clutching him tighter. “So right,” he breathes against my lips.
I rock against him as he punishes me with greedy pumps, my whimpers and moans egging him on. I watch Hunter’s face screw up with pleasure as he pumps into me faster and faster, studying the way my body surrenders to his onslaught of pleasure.
“Harloe, by God, tell me you’re close,” he rumbles out, his long, leisurely thrusts beginning to turn erratic and hurried. I feel the tremors of my first climax slither up my spine, thinking about how close to the edge of losing it Hunter is. It's heady, knowing I'm doing this to him, even with the way I look now.
My legs wrap around his ass, heels digging in as I force him harder into me. I grab my breast, playing with my nipple. His eyes catch the movement, and a hungry look crosses his features. A growl rumbles in his chest, and the sight of his tongue darting out to lick his lips causes my core to clench around his thick dick.
He shifts ever so slightly, putting all his weight on one hand. His calloused finger finds my clit. The first touch feels like an electric fence touching my skin. Little jolts of pleasure zing through my body, forcing my back off the bed and into his sweat-dampened chest.
Making fast strokes, he sets into a rhythm as magnificent as his thrusting. I match the punishing rhythm of his thrusting, heat shooting through my body. It burns me to my very soul, bonding me to him. Our bodies slide together perfectly, gliding easily from the thin sheen of sweat.
“Just a little ... I’m almost there. Harder, Hunter. Fuck me harder!"
A primal sound of approval rumbles in his chest. Grabbing my legs, he unwinds them. Before I can process what's happening, he flips me over, smacking my ass as he plunges back inside. I shrilly cry into my pillows, grabbing my blanket. His force and change of angle cause him to go deeper than before.
“Give it up, Lo,” he growls, and then a bloom of pain spreads along my cheek as he slaps my ass.
The pinch of pain makes heat spread faster, and the tiny tingle turns into a blazing need, so chaotic, I push back against him, wanting it harder and faster. The only sounds in the room are the gasping grunts and slapping of our skin.
"Mm, I’m so close,” I pant.
“Come on, baby," he sounds pleading, pained. "Milk this fat cock.” He grips my hips harder, groaning as I begin clenching and unclenching his dick like a vice. “Yeah, that’s right. Let that greedy pussy come all over me,”
His dirty words set me off. My back arches, and I cry out into the night. Fireworks flash behind my closed eyelids as spasms overtake my body. My climax barrels through me, the waves causing my pussy to milk him like they've never done before.
“H-Hunt!”
“Fuck … yes,” he growls, thrusting hard once, and then twice, grunting and groaning from the feel of my walls caressing his dick. “That’s what I like to hear.”
His hips pump harder, his fingers clenching around my hips to the point of pain as he chases his own release. I feel him swell inside me, stretching me moments before he growls out his release, shuddering his hips against my ass.
After a few moments, Hunter lies down beside me, still trying to catch his breath. I smile, despite the throb between my legs. That was more than I could have ever hoped for. The way he took me, loved me, and made me feel like I was the only woman to him.
Our past may be littered with scars and pain, but that doesn't mean our future will be. And I can either risk it all, and gain so much in the end, or continue to be scared of what lies ahead.
Of course, we're not to a point yet to be talking about rings. Lord, no. That's way, way, way out of our league. But being together, like this ... well, I'm not as opposed to the idea as I used to be. Hunter has changed. I see it a little every day. It's so different from the version I met when I came back to Golden Oak, and I can't say I'm not blissfully happy about that.
It feels like everything is falling into place.
Pulling me against his chest, I sigh contentedly as he runs his fingers through my hair. He pulls it away from my heated skin and caresses me like I'm an angel and not a disgusting creature who needs a serious shower.
The sound of our breathing and the rampant beat of his heart against my ear are the only sounds I hear until he speaks. "Do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me? Can I do anything to show you I'm no longer that guy anymore, that there is a future wi-with us?"
I smile, tears pricking my eyes. "Just hold me."
I snuggle into his side, and he presses a kiss against the side of my head. "I'll never let you go again. I mean it, Lo. You’re stuck with me."
I smile into the darkness. “I kinda like the sound of that.”
For years, I always knew staying away from Hunter wouldn’t be an option. Even through all the pain and heartache we’ve endured, we managed to pull through and come out on the other end. Maybe not perfect, and definitely a little more broken, but we’re together. And I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.
All I know is … we’ll get through it together.
Because of Hunter Prince? He always gets what he wants, and this time … I’m selfish enough to take what I want, too.
Six Months Later …
“The Eagles have won three to one!” Our division championship announcer blares through the speakers. “They’ve done it, y’all! The Eagles won three to one!”
My jaw still hangs open after the last pitch, watching as the crowd rages on all around us. This was the last game the Eagles had before we’re set to go to Omaha at the end of May for the Division I Championship. A lot of people bet against us, and I bet they’re kicking themselves in the ass now.
My teammates bombard me, back-slapping and whooping our victory into the balmy night air. All their heads are thrown back, happiness radiating through every pore, as they celebrate our victory.