His eyes darken when he sees my nipples already hardened for him.
Goosebumps rise over my skin.
His mouth closes around one nipple while his tongue flicks over it, his other hand moves to my other breast, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers before he pinches it.
A moan breaks from me, my head falls back as I tighten my hold on him, guiding him closer because I need more.
So much more.
He switches to my other breast and gives it the same attention before finally pulling back slightly, his large hand presses to my chest as he lowers me onto the table.
He removes the remaining fabric from my body, leaving me exposed beneath him in nothing but a thin lace thong.
But that doesn’t last either.
He rips it apart.
My breath catches as he spreads my legs, his eyes moving slowly over me, taking in every inch of my body.
For a moment, I feel completely exposed and strangely powerful beneath that look.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he rasps.
His fingers ease between my thighs, parting me before his thumb brushes over my clit.
“So wet,” he says roughly.
He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, and I gasp at the sudden stretch, my body tightens around him reflexively.
He leans down and captures my mouth again while his fingers move inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so bloody tight.”
He pushes his tongue into my mouth.
“I can’t wait to feel your greedy cunt wrapped around my cock.”
His words alone nearly push me over the edge.
His fingers move faster now, reaching so deep that my whole body trembles while his thumb circles my clit in a perfect rhythm and pushes me closer and closer to orgasm.
“Hunter—” I breathe, my voice breaks as my body tightens around his fingers.
“Come for me,” he growls.
And I do.
The orgasm hits me so hard I forget how to breathe, my back arches off the table while I shake under him, my hands grip him tighter as I struggle for air.
Once I come down from the high, I open my eyes.
He watches me closely, his expression possessive, like he wants to memorise every second of this.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth without once breaking eye contact, licking them clean.
“Bloody perfection,” he growls.
And yes, breathing becomes difficult again.
