"You want to come." It's not a question; it's a fact. He knows it. He can tell just from feeling how wet I am at the promise of an orgasm. "I'll take you there."
I close my eyes and seep in all the sensations as his teeth course pained bites across my nipple. My back arches at the deep rooted pleasure. He slowly pushes a finger inside of me now as his thumb circles my nub. It's all so much. Every cell in my body is yearning and aching for release. I moan uncontrollably when he slides another finger into me.
"I love how tight you are," he growls into my breast. "You're so wet, sunshine. It's so good."
I can only nod in response. I'm lost in the race to find my release. All that exists for me is his mouth, his voice and his hand.
"You're getting close." He knows it. He can sense it by the way my body is tensing. He slides one more finger in and pumps me slowly. I know I'm going to come. I want to tell him but I can't form the words. I just throw my back into the bed, push my hips up and let out a deep, heavy moan.
"That's it." He coaxes me. His lips now pressed to mine. "Take it. Feel it."
I rotate my hips, pulling another low, slow orgasm through my body. I feel his breath hitch when he realizes I've already come again.
I motion for him to move his hand away. I know he's going to want to give me more. He always does. I can't. It's already so much.
I close my eyes as I feel the bed heave under his weight. He's moving. I can sense his clothes are coming off. I ache when I realize he's going to fuck me now.
"Sunshine, I need this." His deep voice growls into the empty silence of the room.
"I need this," I repeat back and then open my eyes when I feel the tip of his cock at my lips. I hungrily open my mouth as he kneels on either side of my head. I slide it in and move my tongue in a lazy circle over the head. It feels so good. It's always so much for me to take it in. He's always so gentle.
"Fuck, yes." The words skirt off his lips when his hand settles in my hair. He pulls on it lightly, holding my head in place so he can slide his cock in and out of my mouth at his own pace. The head slides slowly, softly and sensually across my lips and tongue. I moan at the sensation.
He ups the tempo and braces himself with his other hand on the bed. I open my mouth wider, trying to take in as much as I can but he's so large, so wide. I moan around the thick root. I can't help it. It feels so good to look up to see his face. To see all the pleasure he's taking from me.
"Take it, sunshine." The words spur me on and I stroke the thickness with both hands, sucking gently on the head as he throws his body back in pleasure. "Like that, Christ, yes."
I take more in. I run my tongue up and down and across the head. I want him to feel how much I need this. How much I love giving him the same pleasure he's giving to me. "Come," I whisper around his cock. "Please."
"Sadie," he growls my name as I feel the first of his heat hit the back of my throat. I adjust my head so I can take it all. He holds both his hands in my hair as he pumps his body into me. I swallow it all while I moan around his cock.
Chapter 6
"You should try and bake a cake tomorrow too." He's behind me and I can smell the fresh scent of soap.
I turn quickly and pull his still damp chest into my body. "That was amazing, Hunter." I know I say it almost every time we make love, but it always is amazing. I love making love with him. I love everything we do together.
"It was beyond amazing." He kisses the top of my head. "I'll run and buy a cake and then we can decorate together before my mom gets back with Cory."
I hold onto his hips not wanting him to pull away just yet. "Can we talk about something first?" I want to bring this up at just the right time.
"Sure, sunshine." He takes a single step back before he pulls his index finger across my jaw so he can tilt my head up.
I didn't want to be staring at him directly when I talk about this. "It's about Cory's mom."
"Christina?" His tone is anxious and frustrated. "What about her?"
"He asked me if she was coming to his party." There I said it. I dove into the deep end and brought up the one person he warned me never to speak of.
He pulls one of his hands through his hair. "You should have told him to talk to me about that." It's a fair response even if it feels too impersonal for the subject at hand.
"I did and he said you won't talk about his mommy with him." I pull air quotes around the words trying to emphasize that even though Hunter wants nothing to do with Christina, she is still, and will always be, Cory's mom.
"This is between me and my son." The words sting as they leave his tongue. He knows the
y will. That's why he shot them at me. It's not the first time he's subtly warned me to keep my distance when it comes to how he deals with Christina. It's the first time it has hurt this much though.
"No problem." I try to push past him so I can breathe. Being almost pinned against the kitchen counter while we discuss Hunter's ex fiancée isn't how I imagined I'd be spending my time on Cory's fourth birthday.