Page 52 of Naked
He held me while I panted, stroking my back and hair, and when I seemed to be able to breath again, he gave my hips a tap. “Let’s move to the bed.”
I climbed off him, my core aching with emptiness and waited while Hunter removed the blankets from the bed, then guided me onto my back. He stripped off the condom and dug in his bag for a fresh one, placing it beside me.
“I couldn’t stop staring at you today. You are so fucking sexy when you’re telling everyone what to do.”
I squirmed under his attention.
“That’s right. Blush for me. But you know it’s true. You are a fucking goddess out there. My goddess. And now you’re my muse, giving yourself to me like this. I love it. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I murmured back, so happy we’d found each other. I couldn’t imagine having this level of comfort with anyone else. “I feel the same way when I watch you. You’re sexy when you kick ass.”
He grinned down at me. “Thank you.”
“Make love to me, Hunter.”
His eyes grew dark. “Oh yes.” He picked up the condom and rolled it on, then positioned himself at my entrance, but he didn’t plunge inside like I’d taken him just minutes ago.
Instead he simply pressed against me, my legs up around his hips, as he lowered his mouth to my breasts. With his hands planted on either side of me he had the leverage to move as he wished while I writhed beneath him. “I love to savor you, Tilley.”
“I love being savored. Your mouth is lethal.”
“Naw,” he mumbled into my breasts, “it’s your body that’s deadly.”
He moved inside me slowly. As a single, thick, push. His mouth dropping kisses and pulling pleasure from me. “Yes. Yes!” He moved deeper. I stretched around him.
“So fucking tight still,” he gritted out, as if he were fighting he way inside, and the fight was torture. He dropped his forehead to my shoulder. His muscles straining and his breath ragged. “Jesus, Til. Let me in.”
But I wasn’t doing anything to stop him. I was so full my body shook from having him inside me. And yet I rocked my hips anyway. He slid deeper. Hunter let out an anguished cry. Then his body met mine and the contact against my swollen clit took my breath away. I gasped for air.
Hunter moved so his forehead rested against mine. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” He pulled back just an inch and rocked forward, our bodies colliding again.
It sent shockwaves through me.
He pulled back further and stroked home.
I trembled.
Then he slid all the way out to his tip. His eyes locked with mine as he made quick, short thrusts up and into me, watching as it triggered my orgasm. The moment I began moaning he thrust deep in one long shattering stroke.
It took my orgasm and transformed it completely, blew it apart. He kept up the punishment. Pulling all the way back to the tip and then slamming deep. I came hard around his cock, riding it, giving my convulsing muscles somewhere to release all their pressure.
“God yes. Come on me. I’m going to come so deep inside you,” he groaned, slamming into me. I felt his orgasm hit. His hips cocked back and slammed again and again, and then he buried himself inside me and collapsed.
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Later,after we showered and ordered room service, we lay in bed watching a movie on his iPad. I was snuggled on his bare chest. The room service tray sat at the foot of the bed mostly eaten, but we kept going back for more fries.
“You happy?” He drew his fingers through my hair.
I felt content. Bliss. Euphoria. Being with Hunter was fun and exciting, but it was also comforting and relaxing. Basically, it was everything.
“Yeah I’m happy. You?”
“So fucking happy.”
Was I worried about February? Yes. Of course I was. But I had complete confidence that we were it for each other. We’d weather these transitions. We’d work hard and then enjoy every blissful second we got to spend together.
The sexy, the silly, the fun.
This was us. Loving together, making our lives work so both our dreams could come true, having the fun friendships and the dirty dreams.
Together. Always.
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