Hunter climbed up next to me, turning me toward him on my side so we were eye to eye. “Look. I’ve had enough of this tiptoeing around bullshit, all the trying to hide how we feel from each other, the constantly forcing ourselves to ‘do the right thing’ thing. Enough’s enough.”
His hands reached down to grip my ass tight and he pulled me against him roughly, the line of his cock edging between my thighs. “So tell me what you really want, Ally. Because I want you.” The look in his eyes was dangerous, hungry, full of desire.
“Lick me,” I gasped, and he did.
He pressed me back against the sheets and kissed his way down my body, pausing along the way to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of my breasts and belly. When I could barely stand how much I needed to feel his mouth on me, he finally pushed my knees apart and spread me wide open, his broad tongue making a long stroke up the center of my pussy before circling around my clit.
“God, yes,” I panted. This was exactly what I wanted.
He dipped low, his tongue plunging into my cunt to stroke its walls, his nose rocking against my clit as his fingers ghosted over my thighs to my waist, gripped tight against my hips, pulled me firmly against his eager mouth so I could ride his tongue.
I writhed against him, lost in a sea of overwhelming sensations… “Oh, Hunter, please…”
I could feel him grin against me, the heat of his breath only fanning the flames of my aching need. I felt as though I would burst, my fingers clenching tight around his powerful shoulders. He kissed me even more deeply, his lips soft and avid, his tongue stroking, teasing, demanding—his hand slid around my thigh and his fingers entered me, crooking slowly at first and then more quickly, building to a frenetic rhythm as I bucked against him, whimpering.
“Oh, Hunter, Hunter, I…” So much I wanted to say, and I couldn’t say it, the words lost in the heat between my legs, the beating of my heart. I pressed up against him instead, whimpering as he nipped at my thigh, nuzzled and then sucked hard enough to leave a hickey. I gasped. “Oh, oh, oh…”
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was low, harsh with desire. It made me dizzy, made me bold. “Say it.”
His touch was making my whole world spin, there was only the feel of his skin, the touch of his fingers and lips and the way I opened up to them, only the soft wet sounds of our bodies coming together…
“You,” I managed. “You, always you, only ever you…”
He pulled back and flipped me onto my stomach, the cool fabric exquisite agony against my stimulated nipples. He spread my legs, one hand holding me open as the other slid up to cup my breast.
“You ready to take my cock?” he growled against the back of my neck.
I nodded, and then he was inside me.
He thrust into me hard, and I shrieked, the feelings all the more intense for not being able to see him, for having to trust him, for being completely at his mercy as his strong hands held me hostage and his long hard cock slammed into my pussy, again and again, filling me up, stretching me, lighting up my nerve endings and electrifying my veins.
With a moan I pushed my ass up against him, wanting him deeper still, and the hand on my hip stole around to stroke my wet pussy, his long fingers tweaking my clit as I clenched around his cock. As he rocked into me I let go of everything bad I felt inside, everything that had been hurting me or dragging me down for years. Grinding into his hand, feeling the steady beat of his cock, hearing his gasps of pleasure behind me, the ecstasy pushed me higher and higher, until I found myself falling over the edge.
We came at the same time, moans wrenching through us, calling out to each other. Finally we collapsed boneless onto the bed, Hunter’s weight like a comforting blanket settling over my body as he tucked me back against him. I reached up behind me to stroke his hair, the smooth skin of his powerful shoulders.
He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, just below my ear.
I had never felt so much a part of another person, so connected and together, so warm. I never wanted to leave the safety of his arms.
“I’m glad you’re here with me,” Hunter said, his words barely more than warm puffs of air against my skin. He squeezed me tight. “You make me strong.”
I twisted around just enough to press my lips to his jaw. “You make me strong here.” I found his hand, interlaced my fingers with his. “I’m glad we’re in this together.”
ELEVEN
The expo was a whirlwind of activity, people embracing and shaking hands as they bustled between tables and booths overflowing with samples of products, jingles, and packaging. The roar of conversation dipped and fell like the waves of an ocean, and the sea of people before us seemed about to swallow us whole.
Hunter took my hand as we stood off to the side, ran his fingers over my knuckles. He bent to murmur in my ear: “You nervous? Or excited?”
I chuckled. “Both, honestly!”
He nodded. “Tell me about it.”