While he still wasn’t looking, I pulled my soaked blouse and bra over my head, tossing them onto a nearby tree trunk. My jeans and panties were the next to go, my cold fingers trembling on the metal button, the waterlogged denim protesting as I tried to peel it away before giving up. I let the current carry away my socks.
The cool water felt deliciously naughty on my bare skin, lapping against my breasts and swirling around my thighs. I dove beneath it again, the cold shocking and then fading away, and then surfaced, laughing out loud in delight.
Hunter turned and saw me. For a second, his jaw dropped so low a gator could’ve crawled inside.
Then that shocked look melted slowly into a wicked grin, wide and languorous and feral, like a jungle cat. He sauntered down to the riverside, a sway in his hips as he pulled his shirt up over his head, abs and pecs and biceps rippling in a mouth-watering display.
I would have given him a wolf whistle, but my mouth had just gone terribly dry.
His pants followed, sliding off those well-formed hips and down his muscular legs, pulling his socks and shoes with them.
I licked my lips.
He ran his fingers around the hem of his black boxers, and I glared at him for being a tease.
He just grinned back, insouciant and devil-may-care, before stripping away that last garment and sauntering into the water with me.
The look on his face when he felt the cold was priceless, and I burst into giggles.
He frowned with all the offended dignity of a lion. “Come on! It’s cold!”
“It’s hilarious,” I informed him between chortles.
He raised an eyebrow. “Someone’s asking for a punishment.”
“Oh yeah?” I could feel my nipples hardening, and not just from the water’s temperature. “And who’s going to punish me?”
He growled and dove toward me, but when I feinted away he gave pursuit, and soon we were gamboling in the dancing shadows of an overhanging willow. He grabbed for me but our slick skin was slippery and I twisted in his grip, rubbing myself against him before I slipped away. Our arms and legs intertwined, slid apart, the heat of our bodies like a heady elixir, intoxicating, leaving us both hungry for more.
Finally he ran me aground in the shallows and pinned me against the red clay bank, his thick cock hard against my stomach as I wrapped my legs around him. I wanted to wrap my arms around those powerful shoulders as well, but he took my wrists in his left hand, trapping them above my head, holding me fast underneath his weight, helpless beneath him, open to him, spread and wet and ready to be taken hard and fast. I was keening against the slick skin of his shoulder, arching my back as I ground my pussy against his leg, needing him to slide lower, to thrust his long thick cock into me.
“Hunter,” I panted, desperate.
But he only teased, his firm thigh pressing between my legs with sweet insistency, the pressure just right but not enough, it would never be enough until he was inside me, claiming me, taking me…
“Hunter…” And now it was a moan.
I rocked desperately against him, and he slid just a little lower, not low enough, until I thought I would explode, that wicked grin on his face as his lips found my neck, as his teeth sank possessively into my shoulder—
“Hunter!”
He swept me up in his arms then, carried me up to the bank and laid me down on a soft bed of grass. I whimpered in protest at the momentary separation of my skin from his, and then in delight as his body covered mine once more.
His hot, avid mouth found mine, licking at my lips until I opened them and let him in. His hands stroked, cupped, and squeezed my breasts until I was writhing beneath him once more. One hand began to trace spirals around the dip just above my hip as his teeth and tongue found my nipples, licking and laving and laying down a path, lower and lower, down between my thighs…
There were reasons we shouldn’t be doing this. Reasons, at least, we should be taking this slow. I knew there were reasons.
I just couldn’t for the life of me recall what they were.
“Oh, oh, yes, yes, please…” I whispered.
By the time his mouth made its way below my stomach, I was done with teasing and so was Hunter. I arched upward and he complied with my demand, burying his face in me with a moan of delight. His talented tongue—oh, how could I ever have fooled myself into thinking I could forget that tongue—delved deep inside me, stroking all my secret places as his nose nudged against me, as I clenched around him, as his fingers joined his tongue, one, and then two, crooking, searching for that spot—
He touched it, and I groaned, seeing stars.
I collapsed against the riverbank, expecting him to raise himself back up and finally fuck me senseless.
What he did instead was stand.
I looked up, confused. We weren’t done yet; he was still hard, as ready as I was.
He offered me his hand, and a saucy grin. “Come on. I know a much better place to finish this up.”
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