I lean in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that’s fierce, desperate. It’s like every ounce of restraint I’ve held back is gone, replaced by an overwhelming need to claim her, to make her mine. Her lips are soft, yielding, but there’s an urgency in her response that matches my own. She grips my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin, pulling me closer.
The kiss deepens, growing wilder, more frantic. I slide my hands under her shirt, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the smoothness of her skin. She gasps into my mouth, and the sound sends a jolt of desire straight through me. It’s raw, consuming, and I know there’s no turning back.
I break the kiss, my breathing ragged, my forehead pressed against hers. “Are you sure?” I ask, my voice rough. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”
Her eyes are dark, filled with a mix of fear and longing. “I’m sure,” she says, her voice steady despite the tremble in her body. “I want this.”
That’s all the permission I need. I pull her shirt over her head, my hands mapping every inch of her skin as if I’m memorizing her. She arches against me, her head tilting back, exposing her throat. I press open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.
“Hunter,” she breathes, her voice a mix of plea and surrender.
The sound of my name on her lips drives me wild. I push her back gently onto the blanket, positioning myself over her, my weight braced on my arms. I pause, looking down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, the vulnerability mixed with desire in her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my voice filled with a mix of reverence and hunger.
She reaches up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me down for another kiss. This one is slower, deeper, a tangle oftongues and soft moans. I feel her body move beneath mine, her legs parting slightly, welcoming me.
The heat between us is scorching, overwhelming. I feel her fingers tug at my shirt, her touch desperate, insistent. I pull back just long enough to strip it off, and then we’re skin to skin, the contact sending a shockwave through me.
I press my hips against hers, feeling the damp heat of her through the thin fabric of her panties. She gasps, her hips lifting instinctively, her body begging for more. I trail kisses down her throat, across her collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin, the way she trembles beneath me.
When I reach the waistband of her panties under her dress, I pause, looking up at her.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I say, my voice low, hoarse with need.
She shakes her head, her eyes blazing. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice filled with raw need. “Please.”
That single word breaks any remaining restraint. I push her dress over her shoulders, my hands skimming over her thighs, her knees. She’s exposed now, completely vulnerable, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I lower myself back over her, capturing her mouth in another deep, searing kiss. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, her body arching into mine. I tease her slick entrance slowly, savoring the moment, the feel of her, the way she gasps and clings to me.
The world outside disappears, the storm’s roar fading into the background. It’s just us now, tangled together in a frenzy of raw, desperate need. Each sweet slide of my dick against her wet pussy, each kiss, is a silent promise—one I never thought I’d be able to make, and one I never want to break.
My lips trail down to the silky part of her neck, where her throat meets her shoulder blade. “You’re so amazing,”I murmur, pressing my forehead to hers, our lips hovering together again. “I want more of you. All of you. Always.”
I thrust my tongue past the seam of her lips, kissing her with greater urgency, the need to soak up every beautiful piece of her overwhelming my senses.
“You taste like fire and ice mixed together,” I breathe, gathering her in my arms and lifting her effortlessly. “You freeze me in my tracks with just a look, but the way you burn through my veins when your skin touches mine is nearly unbearable.”
She’s a warm bundle of softness, her wide eyes fixed on me as I hover over her, still teasing her with the promise of more. “Call me crazy,” I whisper, brushing her hair away from her face, “but I’ve always known when something was a good fit for me. And, Lark, you’re the perfect fit.” I drag the pad of my thumb across her temple. “I’ve never been with another woman,” I confess, my voice low, each word heavy with meaning. “No one’s ever interested me enough to eventhinkabout wanting them in my life. When I say I’m clean, Lark, I mean it—because I’ve never been with anyone else.”
Her throat moves as she swallows hard. “You’re a virgin too?”
I answer her with a series of desperate, lingering kisses that leave me even hungrier for more. “I’m a virgin,” I confirm, my voice hoarse. “Until now, with you.”
Her breath hitches, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I—I’m a virgin too. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to get so close but everything is different with you.”
A grin tugs at my lips. Her innocence and wonder are part of what draws me in so completely. “Baby, you don’t know what your words do to me.”
Her fingers dance at the back of my neck and soon, our lips are fused again. Our hands explore each other’s bodies with an urgency that matches our words.
She’s so soft against me, her smooth curves and creamy flesh hot beneath my fingertips.
“You make me feel things no one else ever has,” I whisper, cupping her breasts and pressing soft kisses along the tops before teasing her puckered nipples with my tongue.
She gasps, her back arching. “I want you,” she breathes, her voice needy.
I nip at her lips as I settle over her again, feeling the heat of her wetness against my cock.
