Hunter stirs, and his eyes flutter open, confusion and then clarity settling over his features. His gaze locks onto mine, and for a second, something passes between us—an unspoken understanding, maybe even a promise. But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. His eyes darken, and he pulls back, shifting away from me.
“Morning,” I say, trying to keep my voice light, but it sounds shaky, uncertain.
He sits up, rubbing a hand over his face, his body tense, closed off.
“Morning,” he replies, his voice rough and graveled with sleep.
“Hunter, about last night—” I start, but he cuts me off.
“You were vulnerable, Lark. I’m sorry I took advantage of that. I feel like such a piece of shit. It kills me to think I hurt you.” His gaze hands heavy on mine.
“You didn’t take advantage of me, you didn’t hurt me,” I say, my voice stronger now, defiant. “I wanted it as much as you did.”
He finally turns, his expression a mix of guilt and frustration. “You don’t understand,” he says, his voice low, rough. “I’ve seen the darkest the world has to offer…” For a moment, something flickers in his eyes—pain, regret, maybe even longing. “I’m afraid I’ll never be good enough for you.”
“Are you kidding? You’re my hero—you whisked me away from someone evil?—”
“Istoleyou away in the middle of the night like a coward, I should have faced him, man-to-man. Maybe I’m no better than he is?—”
“You didn’t steal me!” I laugh.
“I did—scared you at the window and stole you away barefoot—sounds like stealing to me,” he grunts.
“You’re filled with so much good, so much love, every moment with you feels like a fairytale.” I reply.
“I’m sure that old man would say I stole you?—”
I narrow my eyes at him, then cup his cheeks in my palms and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m so grateful you stole me then, it’ll take me a lifetime to make it up to you. My tattooed, bearded hero.”
He kisses me back, slowly at first, but then his hands wrap around me and pull me close, snuggling me into his body and breathing in my hair as he murmurs sweetly in my ear: “You’re my everything now, Lark, I’d risk my life if that’s what it took to make you smile.”
He holds me like that for long moments as we listen to the morning drizzle on the evergreens. I feel so happy right now, in this moment with him. I can't help but melt into his touch. His hands rub loving patterns across my torso and then down to my aching pussy, I can feel the heat between us intensify. My body is ready for him, craving his touch and his taste. He bends over me, admiring my soaked core with lustful eyes. I want nothing more than to have him inside me again, filling me with pleasure and desire.
His mouth closes on my clit in the next instant and sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his cock straining against me in anticipation of filling me again. I moan as he explores me with his tongue, eager to please me in every way possible. His expert movements bring me to the brink of ecstasy, and I thrust my hips towards him, urging him to keep going.
When he finally sheathes himself inside me, it's pure bliss. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and all I can think about is the pleasure he's giving me. As my hands grip onto his hair, pulling him closer, I know that this moment is heaven on earth for both of us.
"Oh God..." I moan, lost in the feeling of being completely consumed by him.
As he continues to pleasure me with his skilled fingers and tongue, I am overcome with a mixture of pleasure and desire. Each touch sends electric shocks through my body, making me quiver and moan uncontrollably.
"You know how to make me feel like no one else ever could," I gasp, as his mouth explores every inch of my hot core. He groans over my pussy in response and it adds fuel to the fire, driving me closer to the edge. As I reach my peak, I can't help but think that this man is like a drug for me—addicting and irresistible. And even after my body has calmed down from its orgasmic high, I know that he's not finished with me yet. But I'm more than willing to let him take me on this wild ride again and again.
He runs his hands over my thighs before gripping my hips and twisting me around to face away from him. My body tingles with anticipation as I feel his hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue explore my sensitive puckered hole.
"I want you here, Little Bird,” he growls in my ear before delving back into my ass with his talented tongue. I can't help but moan, grinding my hips against him to show him how much I want this too. His hand smacks down on one cheek, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, which he quickly soothes with his reverent touch. I give myself over to the sensations as he continues to feast on me, finally slipping a finger into my soaking wet pussy before pushing it into my tight asshole. The combination of his tongue and finger has me screaming out hisname in ecstasy, unable to believe how good it feels to let go completely with him.
"You feel so good, Hunter,” I gasp as he adds another finger and continues to work me towards another explosive release.
I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably as this man’s fingers coax pleasure from my aching body. His breath is hot on my skin and I can't get enough of him.
“Mm, Hunter,” I moan, my voice raw with ecstasy. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I feel so incredibly loved in this moment. If only every day could be like this - waking up to his rugged face and falling asleep to the sound of him whispering my name.
He flips me onto my back unexpectedly and kisses me fiercely, his desire for me palpable.
"I need you now, sweetheart,” he pants hungrily. "I want you by my side forever."
He sees me as sweet and pure, yet he sets my heart on fire with desire for love, commitment, maybe even a family someday.
