He chuckled before reaching into his discarded pants for a condom and sliding it on. I thought he was going to take me, dominate me, but instead he maneuvered onto his back, cock sheathed and ready for me, his signature grin back in place.
“Come on, sweetheart. I need this image burned into my brain,” he said, the excitement in his voice making me shake my head.
I climbed on top, not willing to wait any longer. I wasn’t delicate, lining him up and sinking down on him in one move. We both groaned as he filled me, the sensation exquisite.
Nothing says stress relief like an orgasm or two.
It had been far too long since I’d indulged in a night like this, and I found myself feeling greedy, wanting to make the most out of the moment we were sharing together.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I started to ride the sexy sheriff alpha, using him to find my own release. I took greedy breaths of him, drawing in his salty ocean scent.
His hands gripped my hips, helping me move and whispering delightfully delicious things that would have made me blush if I wasn’t already flushed all over.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Work that pretty little pussy on me and use me exactly how you need. Show me how much you want it.”
He filled me in ways I scarcely wanted to admit to myself, my toys never feeling as good or as hot as he did.
Following his words, I rode him harder, the harsh sounds of our bodies moving together filling the air. His blue eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, adding another layer of connection.
My orgasm rolled through me with enough intensity that I cried out, head falling back as pleasure swirled through my entire being. But it had been far too fucking long, and I needed more. I needed to come completely undone. I wanted to be fucked and taken until every last thought was driven from my mind and all that left was the floating feeling of pure bliss.
“Please,” I said, a small whine escaping me as the smell of freshwater grew stronger in the room, his chest rumbling in response to my plea.
I was desperate for more, greedy, but I couldn’t care less. Hunter certainly didn’t seem to mind.
“Even better than I imagined,” he praised. “Are you sure you want more, sweetheart? I don’t know if you’ll be able to take it.”
“Give it to me now, Hunter. I swear to gods if you don’t you’ll regret it,” I growled, his words causing me to rally in response.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, taking over, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to thrust into me.
I could feel his knot grind against me with each thrust, and just the thought of it, of how it might have felt inside me was enough to have me clenching around him all over again.
“Oh god. I’m--”
“That’s it, Autumn. Let me see you fall like those pretty little leaves.”
Hunter redoubled his efforts reaching a hand between us and teasing my clit until I was coming again, my slick making us slip together even faster, extending my own orgasm as my eyes screwed shut and I heard him gasp as I pulled his own warm release from him.
Collapsing against him, we stayed connected as our heart rates slowed.
Eventually I rolled off of him and he got up to clean up, coming back to snuggle into my back and pulling me close, the mix of our scents in the air settling over us. The cuddles were almost as amazing as the sex and I found myself drifting off to sleep, hoping round two would come before he left.
* * *
A gentle touchon my arm woke me in the morning. Pulling my head from where it was buried in the pillow, I looked up to see a growingly familiar face smiling down on me.
“Hey,” I said sleepily. “I’m surprised you stuck around.”
Rolling over I stretched a little, enjoying the slight tinge in my muscles and the way Hunter’s eyes roamed over my body. He was already fully dressed, sitting on the side of my bed.
“Honestly, me too,” he admitted, with a little shrug. “But it’s not like we’re never going to see each other again, and well, I’d like us to be friends.”
Even while my foggy brain was still waking up, I could tell he was slightly uncomfortable. This was clearly uncharted territory for him. I was no holiday honey who would be gone the next few days like he said.
It was kind of adorable. It also made me reaffirm my opinion of him that he was a good man at heart. He could have just cut and run but he’d made the choice to at least wait until I was awake.
“Friends sounds good,” I said, debating if I should leave it at that or razz him again just because I could. Oh, who was I kidding. “Although a real friend would have brought out those handcuffs again.”