“I know what you need,” he said. And he was right. He knew exactly how to push me over the edge.
I ran my fingers over his shoulders and down his back. I worked his boxers off him and squeezed the globes of his ass.
“Fuck, Catherine. I missed being inside you,” he said as his mouth lowered to my pussy and he spread my pussy lips. His tongue made one long stroke from my clit all the way to my seam, and I bucked off the bed. I took hold of his cock and began to pump. But it wasn’t enough. I needed him fucking my mouth.
I shifted sideways on the bed until I was able to take him in my mouth. At the first lick, he groaned, and then we were lost. He was licking and sucking my clit. He was shoving his tongue in my seam, and I was taking down as much of his cock as I could.
“I’m close,” I warned, which made no sense because it hadn’t been that long.
“Fuck this pussy.” His voice was rough, and I took his cock deeper. “Yes, you taste so damn sweet.”
We were so wrapped up in each other that I just fell over the edge. I cried out, and he groaned as I came on his mouth and he came down mine. Afterward, we were a breathless heap. But it wasn’t enough. Hunter got up and got a wet towel so he could clean me. He also tended to himself, and then he lay beside me in bed. He held me in his arms. Being this close and intimate with him didn’t feel scary. It felt right.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
I was scared to share my thoughts. My past had taught me to be careful. It was like Hunter could read it on me.
“I’m not him, Catherine. I want you. I need you to be open with me. To trust me,” he said. Those words did me in.
“I know. I was just thinking how right this feels,” I admitted.
“That scares me too,” he confessed, and then we were kissing again. I could taste myself on his lips. When he settled between my thighs, skin to skin, my breath caught.
“I’m on the pill,” I said to him.
“Are you saying you don’t want a condom between us?” he asked.
“I’m okay if we don’t, but if you aren’t comfortable…” I babbled.
“I… I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he admitted. “After Amy…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I wore a condom with her.” I saw his pain and the way he was opening to me. I knew that it meant he trusted me.
“We can use a condom. I just wanted to really feel you,” I said as I caressed his back. I felt his muscles tense. Not from nerves, but from anticipation, like he was trying so hard to hold back.
His expression shifted to something tender and hungry. “I want to feel you too. All of you,” he said, and it felt like he was referring to something deep and profound, and my heart was in it. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed to feel connected to him. I pulled him down and kissed him. When he pushed inside me, slow and careful, my whole body went still. The fullness and intimacy felt like too much. The way his forehead dropped to mine like he needed to be close enough to breathe the same air.
“Okay?” he whispered.
I nodded. He moved another inch, then stopped again, giving me time. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer. His control broke on a rough exhale.
“Catherine.”
“I want all of you.”
He kissed me hard, and then he gave me exactly that.
Slow, deep strokes at first. Careful in a way that made me feel treasured and desperate at the same time. Every stroke built something low in my belly, a pressure that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with how perfectly we fit. It was not like before. Hunter watched me like my pleasure mattered as much as his. Like he wanted to feel every breath, every shift, every sound I could not hold back.
I touched his face. “You feel so good.”
His eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t say things like that.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m trying not to embarrass myself.”
A breathless laugh slipped out of me, then turned into a moan when he changed the angle.
“There?” he asked.
