“Hunt, please.”
He raised his head and rubbed the pad of his thumb in soft circles over her clit. Her inner muscles clenched, wanting that release he held back even as she rocked into his touch.
“I love touching you, feeling you wanting me.”
“I do want you. Inside me.”
He pressed his thumb harder against her clit and lapped his tongue over her sensitive folds. “Soon. I could do this all day.” To prove it, he slowed things down again, sliding one finger into her and stroking her in long slow glides in and out, his tongue softly sweeping over her clit again and again. Then it was two fingers and that wicked tongue of his, and the tempo builtsubtly at first until she was writhing again, her fingers clenched in his hair, her legs spread wide and her man making her soar.
She was still quaking with her release when he slid his tongue ever so slowly over her again and she sighed with the sheer pleasure of it. She stared down at him and met his hungry blue gaze.
He planted a kiss just below her belly button, then another above it, then between her breasts, on her chin, then he took her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging deep. She tasted herself and all the desire he unleashed on her. He vibrated with it. But he still managed a soft caress of his fingers up her arm, down her chest, until his big hand settled over her heavy breast, her tight nipple pressed to his palm.
He gave her one more deep kiss, their tongues tangling, before he trailed kisses down to her free breast and he took her hard nipple into his mouth and suckled it deep. She arched into his touch and slid her hands over his wide shoulders and the strong muscles in his back, then swept them back up and into his hair.
He used the hand on her breast to pluck at her tight nipple and sent a bolt of heat down low in her belly. She rolled her hips up but he was holding himself mostly off her and she let out a disgruntled groan. He answered it by releasing her breast and kissing her hard and deep as he plunged two fingers deep into her wet core. Those fingers worked in and out of her and the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. This time he didn’t make her wait and sent her flying again.
The kiss they shared turned into a soft sweep of his tongue along hers in a much slower, leisurely pace andthose fingers still in her eased out, then back in like he had all the time in the world to just keep touching her and making her feel heavenly blissful.
She brushed her hands up and down his back, broke the sweet kiss and looked up at him. “I want to touch you.”
“Later. Right now, I just want you to lay there and enjoy this as much as I am.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, then the other, on her forehead, all the while he played with her in the most sensual way. He went back to her breast, licking and sucking her nipples, teasing her into another lull before the storm he liked to build in her, until finally he grabbed the condom and tore it open.
He rose above her to slide it on, but she beat him to his thick cock and wrapped her hand around it, feeling the silky warm skin stretched taught and the hardness as she stroked him from base to tip and back down.
He hissed and thrust into her hand. “It’s not been easy to wait this long, Cyn. You keep that up, it’s going to be over the second I’m inside you.”
She stroked him one last time, soft and slow the way he’d teased and tempted her, then took the condom from his hand and rolled it on him herself.
He settled between her thighs, finally putting some of his weight on her as the wide head of his penis brushed against her damp folds and he glided into her in one smooth stroke until he was deep and snug and finally a part of her.
He kissed her softly. “You feel incredible.”
She slid her hands over his rock-hard ass, spread her legs wider and pulled him in deeper.
He groaned. “Damn, Cyn, I really wanted to make this last.”
“I want to feel you let go.”
He gave her what she wanted and pulled out nearly all the way, then slammed back into her in one powerful thrust that made her inner muscles quake.
“Yes,” she moaned.
As if she’d unleashed him, he let loose and fucked her hard and fast and she matched him, meeting his thrusts, her fingers digging into his hips as she pulled him in, and the world fell away. She lost herself in the lust-fueled desire pouring out of him and into her.
Hunt shifted just enough to hit that spot he had no trouble finding and her core tightened around him.
“Yes,” he cried out.
She went off like a rocket and Hunt thrust deep one more time, spilling himself inside her. He crashed on top of her and it was the most wonderful thing to feel his weight sink her into the bed and to hold him while his and her breathing slowed. She drew lazy swirls and lines with her fingertips on his back and loved how close she felt to him, lying skin to skin, feeling like they’d shared something extraordinary.
“You okay?” he whispered at her neck.
She realized she was smiling. “Better than I’ve ever been.”
He planted his hands next to her shoulders and pushed up just enough to look down at her. “God, you’re beautiful. Especially when you smile.”
“I’m very happy here with you like this.”