Gripping her arms, I pull her up until she’s straddling me. I lie back again and take in the sight of her smooth thighs framing me.
“Take off the T-shirt,” I command a little roughly.
“As you wish,” she says saucily.
My T-shirt comes off her quickly and I think I growl. I raise my palms to cup her breasts. They fill my hands so perfectly. Her goldeny skin is so silky. I want to taste every inch of it. My mouth waters in anticipation. I squeeze and mould her breasts while I study her face. I’m learning what makes her tick and, at the moment, it seems I can’t go wrong. I’ve never had sex like it. She’s so damned responsive. Every reaction seems natural and so open. The trust she’s putting in me already is frightening and gratifying.
I trace the band on her arm, the ink so at odds with the woman in front of me. Yeah it matches her when she’s in her leather and wearing all that make-up but the one I’ve got here... no, it doesn’t suit her one bit. But that’s okay. We all wear disguises, right? We all put on a face in public. I’m just grateful she’s let me see past the mask.
“Part of my disguise,” she says quietly.
“I know.”
“What about yours?” She follows my suit and traces the words on my stomach.
I shrug. “Misspent youth perhaps.”
“Doubt it. You may look bad, Hunter, but you’re not. You’re too focused and driven to be a bad guy.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know more than you think.”
“Just like I know you better than you think,” I counter.
“Show me.”
The woman must realize I love a challenge. “That I can do.” I roll her over and take the chance to position her just how I want her.
Pressing her arms above her head, her breasts rise and fall in anticipation. A gleam enters her eyes and her luscious lips part. I smooth away the hair that is hiding her gorgeous breasts from me so it’s fanned out on the pillow. Slowly, carefully, I skim my fingers down her ribs and coax apart her thighs. My mouth grows dry.
I press my fingers into her heat, taking the time to explore her thoroughly. She bucks while I take a hot nipple in my mouth. I nip at it and suck, relishing the feel of its tautness against my tongue. The little aroused noises she releases rattle through my brain and make me so hard. But the need to prove myself drives me forward. As selfish as I might be, I have to make the most of this and demonstrate to her I can be giving. The thought that if I make this best fuck of her life, she might not leave me when she finds out plays through my mind.
“Hunter,” she begs, the sound twisting my insides.
I curl my fingers inside her and play over her sensitive nub with my thumb, all the time scattering kisses over her breasts. She begins to squirm so I slide up a little to claim her mouth and hold her down as I move my hand harder and faster. It doesn’t take long. Soon she’s splintering around me and I swallow her sounds of pleasure while her nails dig into my back.
Aware I have a satisfied smirk on my face, I draw back to eye her damp skin and glazed eyes. Poor girl has no idea what I’ve got into store for her. Moving from on top of her, I press a hard kiss to her mouth and roll her boneless body over so she’s on her front. I grip her ass fiercely with both hands and relish being able to touch her without the frustrating barrier of clothing. She squeaks—in protest or with excitement, I’m not sure but I don’t care. Jess is going to take everything I’ve got to give until she can’t take any more.
I run my hands up and down her back, following the curve of her spine to the dimples above her bottom. The gently vibrating skin of her rear begs for my touch again and I massage it before following the curves down to her thighs. I keep skimming my fingers under each cheek and between them. She’s hot and damp and ready for me but I avoid touching her directly. Arousal and perfume mingle in the air, and even her skin gives of some kind of unique scent that is totally addicting. Needing to taste it, I pepper kisses down her spine to her rear. I continue to caress and mould her body, teasing the juncture of her thighs with brief touches.
“Hunter,” she says tightly—a plea.
Whether it’s a plea for more or for it to end, I don’t know. I’m just enjoying every rippling reaction of her hot body and the sounds she keeps making. Lying beside her, I rest on one elbow and she turns her face toward me. I kiss along her nose and press a finger into her.
Jess gasps. “Hunter, I can’t—”
“Yeah, you can and you will.”