He pushes me lightly back onto the bed before he slides my soaked panties down my legs. "I love how wet you get."
I ache to be touched. I almost whimper at the first whisper of his hand on my breast again. "I want this," I say. I don't care what I'm supposed to feel or want. I can't think. All I can do is ache for him.
"I have to taste you." He's on his knees at the edge of the bed, pulling my body towards him. "I've been craving this taste for days."
I push my back into the bed to raise my hips. I know the pleasure that is about to come, I want to drink in every second of it. I want to feel it in every corner of my body, of my mind and of my heart.
I gasp at the first touch of his tongue on my clitoris. Just seeing his cock has made me so aroused. I know it won't take much to throw me over the edge into complete and utter euphoria.
"I love the taste of you." He laps at me greedily, pulling my desire to the surface swiftly. I pull on his hair as I come hard. I scream. I can't hold back the emotions. It's too good. It's too much.
"You were so ready." He's hovering above me now. His lips fall into mine and I get my first taste of my own desire.
"I want..." I can't finish my thought. I feel his cock rub against my thigh. It's so heavy, so full. I've never been with a man like this.
"Fuck, Sadie. Fuck." He grabs my hair, pushing it from my forehead before he presses his lips against me. "I'm clean. Tell me you're clean and on the pill."
I nod. "I am," I say. I haven't been with anyone since Will. "Please," I beg. "Inside of me."
I push my hips off the bed, trying to coax his cock with my slick cleft. I want him to slide into me. I want to feel that now. I'm going to explode.
He moans as he enters me slowly. "You are so fucking tight." His breath is labored, his heart pounding against my chest.
I groan as he pushes deeper. It's so much. I move my hips trying to accommodate more of him. He feels so deep already.
"I can't control it," he hisses before he pushes himself onto his elbows and fully into me.
I cry out at the sharp burst of pain. "Hunter."
"Christ. Christ." He finds his rhythm as his lips skirt across mine. "I've waited forever for this," he whispers into my mouth. "Forever."
I hold onto his arms, pushing up with every thrust. The pleasure is so deep within me. He grabs my hips pulling them up from the bed. I gasp at the sensation of his cock hitting me in my most sensitive spot. I can't hold back. I'm going to come.
"Oh god." I cry out as I find my release.
"Sadie," he growls as he pumps himself harder into me, emptying all his desire.
I lay still, unable to move. I never could have imagined it would be like that. That I'd feel so much so fiercely. That passion could touch so many parts of me. I'll never be the same again.
Chapter 20
"Can we talk about this?" He runs his index finger down the full length of my scar.
I nod silently. We're on his bed. The sheets are a rumpled mess beneath us and his head is resting on my arm. I'm completely exposed, yet I feel utterly comfortable knowing his eyes are scanning my body.
"When did you get a transplant?" He peers up at me.
"I was eleven." I smile back at him. "I was sick for a very long time."
"What was wrong?" His gaze falls back to my chest.
"I was born with a defect in my heart." I glance dow
n at his finger once again touching the scar. "I was very ill when I was little. I was in the hospital a lot."
"That's horrible." His voice is barely more than a whisper.
"It was." I nod. "I kept getting sicker and sicker so they put me on the transplant list."