“Let’s not get carried away. I don’t own quite that many.”
He remained on his knees, spreading her legs high and wide with his hands. “I wonder how many times I can make you come with a vibrator…”
She shivered. “Pretty sure you’ll never need one. Their purpose was to fill the void in my life that existed before I met you.”
“I like that.” He parted her lower lips with his thumbs. “But I’m still going to use every single one of them, because I also like the idea of watching you come apart while I press them against every sensitive spot.” His gaze remained fixed on hers as he pressed a thumb into her channel.
She moaned, grasping at the sheet on both sides of her hips. When he stopped moving, she lifted both hands and reached for his erection. It was thick and hard and bobbing between them. She smoothed her fingers up and down the shaft, not wrapping her palm around it.
He narrowed his gaze. “Tease.”
“Says the man currently making me squirm with the need for friction.”
He suddenly pulled his hands away, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her front. His actions caused her to release his cock as she landed on her hands and knees.
She gasped, instinctively rocking her butt back as his hands went to her hips and held her steady. “So anxious.”
“Mmm,” was her only response.
One hand disappeared, and she heard the tear of the foil wrapper. Thank God.
He tugged her back several inches, causing her to fall onto her elbows. The power was exciting. Every time he surprised her, she grew more aroused. He nudged her knees apart too, and then one hand went between her legs while the other held her hip steady.
His voice was low and gravelly when he spoke. “You look so sexy in this position. So open and vulnerable. I wasn’t sure how you might feel about me taking you from behind, but I don’t have to ask because I can smell your arousal.”
She groaned, her hands fisting at the sides of her face, her mouth open, her eyes shut. She wanted to remember everything. Every detail.
He found her clit and circled it, teasing her forever before finally flicking over the tip.
She cried out, her body rocking toward him. “Please…” She could feel the connection between them, as if they’d been together for months instead of two days, as if they’d been intimate that long too.
He thrust two fingers into her before shifting his attention back to her clit, pinching and pulling and pressing and flicking until she couldn’t stop the wave of her orgasm that slammed into her and made her moan unintelligibly with every pulse.
Before she fully recovered, knees shaking, arms trembling, Hunter grabbed her by the hips and lifted her upright, one hand sliding up her middle until he brought her back against his chest. His fingers gripped her chin, and his lips landed on her ear. “You’re amazing. I’ll never tire of you.”
“You haven’t had me yet, Hunter.”
She could feel his smile against her neck a moment before he turned her around and lowered her onto her back once more. “Decided I wanted to see your eyes our first time.”
She nodded. “’K.”
He nestled between her thighs again and lined up his cock. “Yes?” he asked, his gaze holding hers.
“Yes.”
He thrust into her all the way to the hilt.
She watched his eyes widen and then shutter, the bliss written on his face to match her own. So full. So perfect. So right. She slid her hands over his fantastic ass and wrapped her legs around his thighs.
He cupped her face with both hands and surprised her when he met her gaze again. “I need to see you.”
“I’m right here,” she whispered.
“I hope this isn’t a dream. If so, don’t pinch me.”
“Not a dream.” She caressed his ass.
“You’re mine.”
She nodded. “I’m yours.”
His smile was radiant. It matched the feeling in her heart. Finally, he pulled partway out and slid back into her slowly. The groan he emitted was so sexy. When he did it again, he gritted his teeth. “Not going to last. Damn you feel good.”
She ran her hands up over his ass and back and down again. “You do too.”
As he picked up the pace, her mouth fell open. His eyes went glassy. His hands tightened on her head. She didn’t mind. She loved the possessiveness. It was…right.
Suddenly, he changed the angle a bit, causing the base of his cock to rub against her clit with every thrust. She whimpered, shocked by her body’s response. She was not only going to come again, but from intercourse alone. She’d never done that.
She’d also never been with the right man, someone she was this comfortable and vulnerable with. The emotional overload was intense, and all she could focus on was her rising need to come, to fully join with this gorgeous man.
She gasped as he ground against her, sensations spreading through her body as if they originated in that one small nub of pleasure.
His breathing increased, and still he watched her face. “Come with me, Layla.”
She nodded, trying to keep focused on his eyes. His words alone drew her closer to the edge. She had no doubt she would shatter any second.
He did it again, a slow deliberate thrust that ended with a delicious grind of his hips. That was all she needed to tip over the edge, her pussy clenching his cock, milking it with all the power of her orgasm.
He smiled and picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder, pounding into her in a way she found she loved. As if this weren’t enough. As if he needed to be deeper. And she agreed. She wanted as much of him inside her as she could get.
When he came, he cried out her name, sending a shiver down her spine. Lord, she loved that sound. Reverent. Passionate.
Hunter’s body remained rigid until he was fully spent, and even then, she suspected he would have remained inside her if his arms would have agreed to hold him aloft. But they were shaking as he eased out of her and dropped to his side next to her, one leg draped over hers, his knee pressing against her sex.
It took a full minute for either of them to catch their breath, every exhale of his hitting her face from the side. Finally, he drew in a long deep breath and let it out slowly, his hand smoothing up to cup her breast. “Layla, there are no words.”
“I know,” she murmured, fully understanding as she rubbed her hand up and down his forearm.
“I get it now,” he continued, still panting.
“Yeah.” She did too. Shockingly, she understood. “I’ll never understand how my mother left my father.”
Hunter sighed. “Thank God. If you didn’t feel that way, I would be scared out of my mind.”
She turned onto her side to meet his gaze, both of their heads lying on the mattress, neither able to prop themselves up. She slid her palm up his arm and shoulder and cupped his cheek, needing to reassure him. “I won’t leave you.”
He held her gaze, his brows slightly furrowed. His hand went to her butt and squeezed as if he could physically hold on to her so she couldn’t escape.
“I can understand why my mother was unable to accept the claiming. She would have been scared out of her mind. But I’m stronger than her. My grandmother is no longer with us. I don’t have anyone trying to convince me that this is wrong. I would never be whole if I left Canyon Springs.”