Page 38 of Plus-Size Bullied Mate

He grins with satisfaction as he slowly coaxes me through my orgasm and leaves light kisses along my neck and across my jaw. Keeping me close still, he withdraws his hand before smoothing both along my thighs beneath the water.

“That… was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs into the crook of my neck, leaving another kiss there before returning to my lips.

I catch my breath gradually, feeling flushed from the steam, the life-altering orgasm I just had, and from his words. It’s not something I’m used to hearing from him, and it hits me harder than it has any right to.

Swallowing hard, I look up at him, body still open despite the fuzzy feeling that still lingers in my head.

“More.”

He lifts a brow at me, looking down with that same interest, if not with more intensity now. “More?”

Nodding, I pull him closer by the waist and watch as his eyes darken. “Yes, more… please.”

Without needing to be told twice, Hunter lifts me easily and places me on the rock ledge before slotting himself between my thighs. He kisses me, letting our bodies meld together while he muffles another needy noise against my mouth.

The moment my legs wrap around him, Hunter rocks against me slowly, letting me feel the length of him against me, and we both stiffen with mutual need.

“You’re sure about this?” Hunter asks, voice already wrecked while he idly grinds against me, breath exchanging with mine.

Maybe I should be less sure, or thinking this over more thoroughly, but with his body hot and hard against mine, no other thoughts cross my mind.

“I’m sure, please, Hunter.”

With a curse under his breath, he lines himself up and slides inside me, gripping my hips while he suppresses a strained grunt like he’s using everything he has to hold out despite the pressure.

My breath catches, and my fingers dig into his back while I brace myself. After the initial stretch, my lashes flutter closed from the ripple of sensations that immediately accompany it. Once he fills me, I can’t even attempt to form any coherent words.

“Tessa…” he mumbles, breath gentle against my jaw before he returns his face to my neck, pulling in a deep inhale. Groaning, he starts to slowly move, mindful of the rocks beneath me.

Hunter picks up the pace, maintaining a speed that coaxes endless sounds from both of us, caught between breathless panting and barely restrained moans.

All of it hits me at once, and I feel the full force of what’s happening… how he’s deep inside me now and rutting like this is the one thing he has always wanted and needed. He grips me more like a man finally reaching salvation, and one who can’t get enough.

With my legs wrapped around him, my fingers press against his shoulders, and I hold on through the force behind his movements. Every thrust sends another tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over me, and without any need to stay quiet out here, I don’t.

Instead, I soak in how powerful this makes me feel, knowing that Hunter, the alpha and the golden boy who could do no wrong growing up, is falling apart inside me. He’s so far gone in this moment that all he can do is trust his base instincts.

I’ve never been in this position before, and it’s… liberating.

My fingers brush through his dark hair while I clench around him just to hear the hitch in his breath and to see the way he falters before correcting himself and driving even deeper.

But despite trying to ride that high, I’m stopped in my tracks the moment Hunter drops his hand between us, and he rubs against my clit in time with his thrusts.

The stimulation hits me so hard that I can’t even hold it in. Instead, my sounds pitch higher while I tense up from the onslaught of sensations.

“Hunter—”

White-hot pleasure rocks through me as I arch into him, head tilted back while I squeeze him one last time. My hips twitch from the pressure of my orgasm, and I cling to him as I fall apart.

In the middle of the intensity, something shifts in me, like an invisible thing locking into place. It only doubles the bliss as it surges in my chest, making me cry out for him.

Hunter grunts, holding me tight while he continues to thrust through it. Face pressed against my neck, he groans, and with a stutter of his hips in return, he pulls out at the last minute and hits his own peak.

His fingers tighten against my hip while the shockwave courses through him, panting heavily against my neck.

The rocks behind and below me feel cooler than my burning skin now, as steam continues to roll around us, contributing to the pleasant fog in my head.

Boneless now, I stay in place, somewhat needing his support to hold me up.