I can’t protest because it’s true. I do want him. I do trust him to take care of me, too. It’s almost like it’s a natural thing with us, something I’ve never experienced before. My first boyfriend was safe. My husband was dangerous. Hunter is a combination of strength and raw power.
Turning me over, he kisses the tips of my breasts, licking my nipples until my head won’t stop thrashing against the cushions. His chest touches mine and I gasp at the feeling of nothing between us.
I dig my fingers into his short hair, holding him close as he nibbles and sucks on my earlobes. There is no part of me he’s leaving untouched.
“I want to fuck you,” Hunter says, leaning up while pressing his hips into mine. His erection slides through my curls, over and over, teasing my clit.
“Yes,” I say. “Here is fine.”
“Bedroom is better.” He takes his delicious weight away and I frown, reaching for him. He grabs me, sweeps me off my feet, and carries me the entire way to my bedroom.
Despite my early vow of sex only, I feel romantic notions take hold with each footstep. This is how things should be between a man and a woman. This loving, safe, mutually satisfying feeling is how it should be.
As he lays me down in the center of the bed, I wrap my arms around him and pull him down. He doesn’t pull away, doesn’t try to call the shots while we kiss, touch, and explore. His hands cover my breasts while his mouth blazes a path down to my core.
Spreading my thighs wide, I wait in breathless anticipation. His head dips and the first long, slow kiss of his tongue makes me moan. I can’t be quiet. I don’t want to be quiet.
With each pass of his talented mouth and tongue, I edge closer and closer to my orgasm. My body shakes and trembles, and my hips attempt to find his rhythm, only for me to quickly realize that he’s trying something new. Something that makes me gasp his name and my back arch off the bed.
His fingers work their way inside me, finding me so completely wet for him that there is very little resistance. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, I cry out his name, my orgasm rushing over me like the tide.
It’s all at once sweet and painful, because I wasn’t ready. “I wanted to come with you inside me.”
Hunter peers up at me as he gently removes his fingers. He licks them, eyes closing like he’s savoring the taste. “You will.” Reaching to one side, he grabs his jeans and pulls a silver square out of the back pocket.
“Mighty confident, aren’t we?” I’m not just referring to the condom but to his insistence that I will come again.
“Any other way I should be?”
You’re perfect, I want to say, but I don’t. “No.”
Setting back on his heels, he rips open the condom and rolls it on. Then he’s over me again, spreading my thighs wide, and my hands go to his back, urging him on. The broad head of his cock pushes in, stretching me.
I can hear his teeth grinding in my ear before he whispers, “Relax, angel, and let me in.”
“I’m not nervous. I’m excited,” I admit, and I can feel him smile against my cheek.
“You’re very wet, too.” He presses forward, no stopping until he is fully inside and I gasp his name. “God, that’s a sweet sound.”
Turning my head, I kiss one of his strong biceps. “You feel so good.”
“I can feel even better.” He thrusts hard inside me, his hands going to my wrists and pinning them to the bed. “Spread your thighs wider.”
As I obey him, he is able to slide in the smallest of distances, but it’s enough to make me feel as though I am about to burst with him. He’s so heavy, so big, and—his hips begin to move, his strokes measured and tight. My breasts bounce, rubbing my hard nipples against his chest.
I glance up at Hunter. His jaw is set painfully tight.
“Am I hurting you?” A foolish question if there ever was one.
“Yeah, but it’s not your fault.” He retreats, taking his cock away from me. “Good damn thing I’m using a condom. Or I’d be unloading in you right this fucking minute.”
Lifting my hips, I rotate them. “Does this help?”
“You know it doesn’t.” His eyes narrow. “You want to play? I play, but I’ll win.”
“How about we both get to win?”
He lets go of one of my wrists and puts his hands between us, his fingers finding my sensitive clit and stroking it. Rubbing. Teasing. “I think you’re talking too much.”
My body tightens, and when his head dips to allow his mouth to suck on one of my nipples, it explodes. I come so hard that I see sparks, then my vision gets all foggy. Pieces of me are falling, even as I feel Hunter surge inside me faster and faster. He mutters a curse, shouts my name, and thrusts so deeply that I’m sure we are permanently one.
His lips find mine and his tongue is thrusting inside, mimicking what his cock was doing only seconds earlier. Incredibly, desire starts to build again, encouraging me to take more and more of him.
Suddenly, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him, and he moves so that his erection slides out of me. “I need to keep my head on straight.”
With a sigh, I melt into him. Strong hands glide up and down my back until my eyes are closing without my permission.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, unable to speak.
“I brought more condoms.”