He got off the bed and stood by it, looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. I stayed on the soft blanket, panting with frustration as I sat up and braced myself on my elbows. “What are you doing?” I asked.
Hunter’s mouth curved upward in a soft smirk. “I’m watching you strip for me,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”
I took a deep breath. Then I took my cross-tie off and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, keeping my eyes on Hunter to gauge his reaction. His chest rose sharply as I pulled the shirt away and tossed it to the other side of the bed, revealing my lacy white bra. The bulge at the front of his pants was growing bigger by the second.
The sight of his arousal sent a hot surge of confidence through me, and I got off the bed and unzipped my tartan skirt, letting it drop to the floor around my ankles.
“Do you want me to take these off too?” I asked with wide eyes, hooking my fingers into the lacy sides of my panties. I moved my hand up to my bra. “Or this?”
Hunter’s gaze didn’t waver from my face. A muscle was ticking in his jaw, and I could tell it was killing him to stay away from me right now. “I want you to do whatever you want,” he said, voice low and throaty with lust. “Whenever you want.”
Swallowing thickly, I unhooked my bra and let it fall away, exposing my bare breasts. I took a deep breath and finished the job, slipping my panties over my hips and down my legs.
No one had ever seen me naked before. I hadn’t allowed it until now. I thought I would feel embarrassed and vulnerable when I finally did it, but with Hunter around, I felt brave instead. Brave and free.
“Jesus, Laney,” he muttered. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He stepped forward, eyes coasting down my belly and over my thighs. I expected him to push me back onto the bed, but he sank to his knees instead, one hand sliding up my right leg, reverently caressing my skin.
He looked up at me and smiled deviously. Then he moved his hand to my ass and pulled me forward, hot tongue plunging between my legs. A dizzying wave of pleasure instantly soared through me, and I gasped. “Oh… oh, god…”
My legs trembled as Hunter’s tongue found the swollen bud of my clit and flicked over and around it, tasting and teasing me. He let out a growl from the very back of his throat, and the vibrations from the sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
“So fucking sweet,” he muttered, pulling back for a second. I could see myself on his lips, wet and shiny. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wondered what you taste like?”
Before I could respond, he buried his face between my legs again, licking and sucking until my legs felt like jelly. I rested my hands on the top of his head for support, so turned on I could barely stand it.
Hunter kept one hand on my ass as his mouth worked away at my clit, and the other hand slowly moved up my thigh, fingertips rubbing against my pussy. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he muttered, briefly pulling his lips away.
I shook my head. “No. Don’t stop!”
His mouth returned to my clit, and a finger slowly pushed inside me, stealing the breath from my lungs. “Ah!” I cried out, jolting at the intense pleasure shooting through me. “Hunter… please! More!”
I rocked my hips against his mouth, and he moved his tongue faster and more insistently, swirling it around in circles as he slid a second finger up to my entrance. My eyes rolled back in my head when it pushed inside me, moving in a beckoning motion with the other.
“Hunter… oh, shit… Hunter.” I couldn’t stop gasping his name as shockwaves crashed through my body. The pressure inside me was building to a chaotic crescendo, swelling in every inch of my body, powerful and unstoppable. Then it finally exploded, rocking me to my core, white-hot light flaring behind my eyes.
“Hu—oh, fuck!” I whimpered, trying and failing to say his name as the climax tore through me. “Oh my god!”
My legs gave way, but I didn’t fall to the floor. Hunter picked me up and threw me back on the bed, eyes glimmering wickedly as I gasped and moaned.
He leaned down and kissed me savagely, hands sliding around my back to pull me close to him. I moaned breathlessly and started grinding my hips against his, my body somehow knowing exactly what it was doing despite my inexperience.
Hunter finally tore his mouth away and stared down at me, eyes burning with vivid, primal hunger. “Do you have any idea what that fucking does to me?” he asked. “How much it turns me on to hear you like that?”
“I think I can tell,” I murmured as I tentatively reached my hand to the front of his pants again, feeling the hardness there. This time, he didn’t stop me.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled, cupping my breasts in his hands and kneading the soft flesh until my body jolted with adrenaline again.
“This,” I said, gazing up at him. I unzipped his pants and slid my hand in, gasping at the firm yet smooth feel of his skin as my fingertips skated up and down his shaft. His cock pulsed beneath me, and he let out a low groan.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded, trembling with anticipation. “I want you,” I whispered.
A hint of doubt still flickered in his gaze. “I don’t want you to feel like we have to just because we’ve gone this far. If you want to slow down, we can.”
“No. I’m ready,” I said, wrapping my hand around his shaft again. “I promise.”