Page 74 of Back in the Saddle

She noticed he was trying hard to mask how happy her ‘yes’ had made him.

‘Before we do, though, tell me what you want.’

She blinked. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I want you to come for me before we climax together.’

Caroline’s lips formed into a soundless ‘O’. Finn had always said foreplay was overrated. They had never … This was …

She kicked the memories and thoughts square in the chest, sending them into the abyss of insignificance. She was getting what she had craved for years: a memorable journey in sexual exploration. Her closely guarded fantasies opened in her mind like a catalogue ready to be browsed.

‘I want you to go down on me,’ she said, surprising herself with how easy it was to voice.

Hunter’s lips split in a devilish grin. ‘Good choice. Lie back.’

She did, letting him pull her legs close to the edge of the bed.

He kneeled on the floor, opening her legs. His hands burned into the inside of her thighs. ‘How do you want it, Caroline? Slow or fast?’

She gulped. She had no idea what she liked, but she didn’t want to say that. Thinking back to different sensations she experienced, what felt good, she pulled a pillow under her head. ‘Start slow and then go fast.’

She didn’t know if he nodded or smiled; the next thing she knew, his fingers grazed her labia majora. ‘Damn, you’re already so wet for me.’

Caroline was just about to reply to that, when her words were swallowed by an involuntary groan escaping from deep down her throat.

His fingers splayed out on her outer thighs. He got his tongue to work, starting slowly, as she asked. He dragged in agonisingly languid circles over her clitoral hood.

She grabbed the metal headboard with her left hand, needing something to hold on to. Her right hand sunk into his sweat-licked hair. Her feet dug into his shoulder blades.

His tongue picked up the pace as he moved on to her clitoris, drawing gasps and shivers from the very bases of her lungs; sounds she had only ever heard in the movies. She wasno longer able to tell which part of her vulva he was pleasuring because it all blended into one breathless build-up to the best orgasm in her life.

Her hips bucked in tandem with the pressure building from the inside. Her moans grew louder, and she was saying things without recognising the words; she could’ve been begging, or laughing, or swearing – she had no idea, and it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the earth-shattering sensation that washed over her, from the top of her head to the ends of her toes.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second of it, that it was in fact too much, that she would combust on the spot and reduce to ashes, Hunter didn’t let go. His tongue was moving fast, his fingers joining in at her vaginal opening to draw out every last whimper, every last moan.

Her back arched.

And then she screamed like she was a woman possessed. She wriggled, twisting the sheets in her fists, waiting for the bones to regrow in her body. Until the ecstasy raised, leaving her behind. She didn’t know how long it took.

When she finally regained some semblance of senses, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down.

Hunter didn’t get up from the floor. He watched her with an indescribable glimmer in his grey eyes. He waited until her whole body stopped shaking, kissed her inner thigh and smirked.

‘I told you I’d make you scream.’

She laughed, collapsing against the pillow. ‘You did.’

‘You’re ready for round two?’

Her eyes flared in alarm. ‘What?’

‘Another orgasm,’ he said, like it was obvious. ‘I personally think two orgasms before the grand finale is a good number.’

Caroline stared at him.It’d be less strange if he suddenly sprouted another head, she thought. ‘What about you though?’

‘Oh, don’t worry about me. Number three is the finale, remember?’ He winked.