Quietly, I push back the covers and drop my bare feet to the floor. I am wearing only one of his T-shirts and a pair of panties from the package Leah was kind enough to bring me from the store. She bought me some other outfits as well. I cringe at the thought of all of the nice clothes I lost…
The sliding glass door creaks slightly as I open it, and he turns his head. I don’t mind walking out here onto the deck in only my underwear because it’s so secluded. No one can see us, but I can feel the breeze in my hair and see the heavens above us.
He doesn’t say anything as he watches me glide over and sit down next to him on a settee made for the outdoors. I expect him to scold me and tell me to go back to bed, but instead, he just takes another sip from his glass.
“This is nice,” I say as I observe the plants he has growing out here and the seclusion of the place. I can hear the slight buzz of traffic in the distance, but not much more.
“It’s my oasis,” he says, setting his glass aside. “My tiny piece of heaven.”
“I like it.” I turn and place my hand on top of his where it sits between us on the cushion. “I couldn’t stay in bed any longer.”
“I see that,” he says, and I can see a bit of disapproval in his eyes, but nothing too scolding. “You’re feeling all right, then?”
“Yes,” I say. “But… I’d be feeling better if…” I am suddenly incapable of talking after accidentally losing myself in his gaze.
He reaches over and brushes my hair away from my eyes, his palm lingering on the flushed flesh of my face. “You’d feel better if… what?”
“Well,” I begin, feeling a heaviness in my chest as I try to inhale but only breathe in the scent of bergamot and whiskey, a scent I will forever associate with him, “I was just thinking… I owe you.”
“What’s that now?” he asks, tipping his head slightly to the side. “You don’t owe me anything.”
“That’s not true.” I bite down on my bottom lip and notice that we are suddenly closer than we were before. “I owe you for saving me.”
He grins at me and leans so close I can feel the heat from his skin on my face. “I saved you, you found my money… I think we’re even.”
I can’t help but shrug. I want to owe him—for the moment. Because I know exactly how to pay him back. “Listen, Hunter, here’s the deal. I have loved being on bed rest. It’s been very relaxing, and you’ve taken very good care of me. But…if it’s all the same to you…I feel better…and, well, I think I’d like to fuck you now.”
“You’d like to…fuck me now?” he repeats, and I can see a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
“If you want…” I give him a coy look and bat my eyelashes at him.
“Oh, I want,” he says. “As long as you feel up to it.”
Rather than answering him with words, I close the distance between us, pressing my tongue through his parted lips. The taste of his whiskey fills my mouth as I close my eyes and consume him.
Hunter’s arms are around me immediately. He leans me back on the couch, and I lift my legs, splitting them so that he leans forward over my body. The second his hip touches my wet panties, my pussy lights on fire, and the need I feel for him becomes all-encompassing.
His hands glide over my body as I reach for the button on his jeans and flip them open as his kisses feather against my neck. I can’t get his zipper down fast enough, and I’m not sure I’ll be willing to wait for him to get his jeans all the way off. I can feel his hard, thick cock on my thigh, and I want him inside of me so badly.
Hunter seems to be taking his time a bit more than I am, though. His hands slide up beneath my borrowed T-shirt, and he smooths the skin beneath my ribcage with his thumb as he watches me come undone, still kissing along my neck, up to my ear, and occasionally, my gaping mouth.
“Hunter,” I moan, the steam building inside of me so intense I feel I’m ready to explode. “Please…”
“Please what, baby?” he asks me in that deep purr that makes the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten.
“Please…fuck me,” I whisper. He lifts his head, and I lock eyes with him. “Now.”
I can tell that he finds my request amusing, but I’m no longer able to care about how needy I sound. With a nod, he swiftly moves into action, ready to give a lady what she wants.
Taking hold of the hem of my shirt, he lifts it over my head, and my nipples harden even more in the evening breeze. He takes one in his mouth and rolls the other with his finger and thumb as I run my fingers through his hair and begin to buck my hips against him, trying to get enough friction, even through my damp panties and his jeans, in the way to satisfy the craving between my legs.
When he moves to stand so he can remove his jeans, I lunge for him, not wanting to let him go for even a second, but Hunter is quick, and a moment later, he is completely naked, standing in front of me, and all I can think about is how perfect every square inch of his muscular body is.
I reach down to pull my panties off, but he won’t let me. Instead, he grabs them by the lace top and yanks them off, sending them flying across the deck, which has me laughing for a second before he’s back on top of me again. He thrusts deep inside of me without hesitation, filling me completely as I gasp for air, my head tipped back, my eyes closed so I can revel in every movement as Hunter begins to set a steady pace.
My fingernails rake down his back, my hips lifting with every single one of his powerful thrusts. I have my foot on the floor, and pushing off of it allows me to get just the right angle so that he is hitting me right in the perfect spot. Each time he hammers against my clit, my body begins to sing, vibrating with a melody only he and I know.
I come quickly, holding on to him for dear life as high-pitched bleats leave my lips so that I don’t even recognize my own voice. Then Hunter’s mouth comes down to smother mine, and my body continues to curl toward him, every muscle contracting until I feel his warmth fill me from the inside out.