I should not be flabbergasted by him still, reacting like a silly schoolgirl whenever he touched me or worse when he kissed me. But it seemed I’d never stop being overwhelmed by Hunter, and the son of a bitch knew it.
I kept my distance as he celebrated with his friends and family, unsettled by the nerves riding along in my stomach. I had a plan for the end of the night, and as the evening drew closer, the butterflies became nearly unbearable.
“So, when do I get my present?”
He whispered against my ear, one hand resting against the curve of my waist while the other stroked along my belly he loved so much.
“Soon,” I promised as I placed the last candle before turning around to face him. “But we have to wait for everyone to leave.”
His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store before he laughed. He was always laughing at me or making me laugh, bringing so much joy into my life in the few short weeks we’d been together. When he leaned in for a kiss, I ran my hands up his chest and gripped his shoulders, rising onto my toes to meet him. He cradled my face with one hand. The other pressed firmly against the small of my back to steady me.
When we finally pulled apart, he mumbled, “I’m going to go kick everyone out,” making me laugh again.
I remained composed despite the storm churning in my stomach, and when he tried to kiss me again, a devilish glint in his eyes, I scooted away, ducking under his arm. "Shoo, it's time for the cake."
"Fine, but once everyone’s eaten, I’m telling them to fuck off.” I laughed and looked away before he could see me blushing again.
We sang happy birthday, ate too much cake, cleaned up before he stayed true to his promise, and kicked everyone out full of good food and maybe a little tipsy. I wiped my hands on a now-damp tea towel and glanced to the porch where he sat, smoking a ridiculously huge cigar his father had given him.
My stomach knotted as I snuck upstairs, hands shaking as I changed out of my faded jeans and blouse, switching them for the sexy lace panties and teddy Dakota had given me for this occasion. I brushed my hair, worked the knots out, and stopped stalling when I heard the front door open and close, locks slide into place, and he called my name.
"Up here." I gave myself one last once-over and then slipped into the bedroom, stomach still in knots as he froze in the doorway. "Happy birthday, Hunter.”
He just stood there, eyes slowly traveling up and down my body before lingering on my breasts and the bare skin visible through the sheer fabric. I moistened my lips, fidgeting uncomfortably under his scrutiny before it was too much, and I turned for the robe I left on the bed in case this went poorly.
"This was a bad idea." But I didn't have a chance to escape. In two long strides that had him across the room, he caught me and gathered me up in his arms. My breath felt stuck in my lungs as I stared at him. I’d never done anything like this for a man. He looked down at me with a hunger and desire that no man had ever looked at me with.
"Just because you left me speechless doesn't mean I don’t love it.”
"I feel ridiculous."
"Then, let's get you out of this get-up." I groaned as he released me, brushing his fingers along the flimsy strap before tugging it down my arm until a breast popped free. “Fuck, Georgia. You are … scrumptious.”
That broke the ice as I let out a laugh, relaxing under him. It didn’t last long, though, as he leaned down and flicked his tongue against my nipple, making my eyes flutter. Bracing myself on his shoulders, he teased the other through the lace, nipping and soaking the fabric with his mouth as his hands slid up the backs of my thighs.
“Hunter.” His name left my lips as he pulled down the scrap of fabric that was supposed to be panties. As his mouth traveled lower and he dropped onto his knees, a shiver coursed through my body. His tongue swept against my inner thigh before teasing my mound, making me moan softly.
"But it's your birthday,” I whispered breathlessly while he grinned against my soft belly.
"Then let me unwrap my present and eat it too." I moaned again, threading my fingers through his hair before he began to lick my cunt. It didn't take long before I wiggled and ground my hips against his mouth, my fists gripping his hair so tightly as I came on his tongue, crying out his name.
He hummed in approval, sending the sensation rushing through my core before finally relenting. He grinned at me, licking his lips clean and leaving me unsteady on my feet.
"Easy, baby." He kissed me so I could taste myself on and in his mouth, making my head swim. With a racing heart, my hands pushed his shirt up over his abs and chest, forcing him to bend to get it over his head. When he straightened up, my eyes slowly admired every defined muscle and scar before unfastening his pants.
My eyes flicked back up to meet his as I bit my bottom lip, grinning coyly. "My turn."
epilogue
Hunter
She kissed my chest,dragging her teeth across the hard plains of my stomach as she sunk to her knees. We'd already talked about how long it had been for both of us, and with my recovery, we'd have to wait even longer, resorting to foreplay just to get off. But she'd yet to lose that look of marvel in her eyes every time she touched my cock. The devious little twinkle in her eye told me that for all her bashfulness, my gorgeous goddess was counting down the minutes until I got inside of her.
Reaching out, she traced the hard outline of my cock through my boxer briefs before squeezing it as she leaned in, teasing the head through the fabric while the other hand wrapped around my balls, rubbing and massaging.
"Oh fuck ... Gia." My voice was breathless and flustered now, making her flush with confidence as she freed my dick from the confines of the stretchy cotton. She dragged her tongue along the underside, lapping the dew of moisture on the tip before sucking the head into her mouth.
My hand slipped into her hair, gathering it at the base of her skull while she worked the length deeper with every bob of her head, stretching her lips the more she took. My hips bucked with a mind of their own, choking her as I bumped the back of her throat.