Page 74 of Plus-Size Bullied Mate

That tone of his has no right reducing me to this needy version of myself, but he eats up every moment of it as he continues his descent.

His hands find the back of my thighs, propping them up just enough to settle between them. Wasting no time, he leans in and tastes me.

My breath catches at the contact, and I instinctively arch my back. The friction of his tongue against my clit sends a flood of sparks through me, and I let a moan slip from me.

Hunter takes that as nothing short of encouragement while he hums against me and delves in deeper, putting all of his focus on me.

One hand grips the sheets as the other finds his hair, and I subtly move my hips for more.

He’s relentless in the way he pleasures me, always finding the right spots before repeating the same motions to make me writhe for him. It’s as if he gains the same amount of gratification just from knowing he’s the one doing this to me.

The bond flickers between us when the tension in me starts to mount, and that warmth transfers back and forth on a constant wavelength.

With his fingers slowly moving in and out of me now, Hunter surely feels me barreling towards the edge, and he doubles his efforts. Every sound he makes against me reverberates through my body, and that, paired with his thumb brushing absently against my clit is exactly what sends me over.

Before I can fully process it, I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids, and I arch deeper with the wave of relief coursing through me. I gasp then moan as my thighs tighten around his head, but Hunter doesn’t seem deterred by this at all. If anything, it only excites him more.

Little shocks pulse in me as I breathe a bit harder, fingers relaxing in his dark hair while I come back down slowly. His lingering touches guide me through it, prolonging the sensations for as long as possible.

I relax back onto the bed with a satisfied breath, somewhat dazed by the release. I try to sit with it, given how afraid I was earlier that I might never have this again.

But a moment later, Hunter’s on me, kissing back up my neck while he surrounds me all over again, reminding me that he’s here, and we’re both safe after all.

“I won’t ever get sick of that,” he murmurs against my skin with a renewed hunger in the way he mouths at me. His skin is warm against mine, and his soft breaths are far too tantalizing.

I hum, arms lazily draped around his shoulders. But even on the tail end of my orgasm, the feeling of his body pressed against mine stirs that heat in me all over again. The need is just as alive as ever, and there’s no way I can stop here.

“You better not,” I tease back, catching the shiver running through me when he slowly rolls his hips against mine. The friction is so good that it’s more like I’m starting from square one, seeking release all over again.

“It’s impossible,” he mumbles before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. “Since it’s you.”

He pulls a soft sound from me, then grins in satisfaction before gripping my hips and rolling us over with confident ease.

It happens quickly and suddenly, and I find myself above him, straddling his hips while my hand rests against his hard abs. From here, he looks like a complete meal, still somewhat ruffled from the fight and as strong as ever.

His eyes darken, and his almost smug expression reveals just how much this position pleases him. His hands slowly move along my thighs and waist, making me feel every second of it.

“You were made to be up there.”

My ears burn slightly from the claim and the way he locks his focus on me, but I huff a quietly amused breath. “I was made for a lot of things, according to you.”

He chuckles, but the fire in his gaze doesn’t dim. Instead, he gives me that sexy expression of his, bordering on feigned innocence. “It’s true. Especially when they have to do with me… and this.”

From above him, a thrill scurries down my back at the thought, since it doesn’t seem far off given our bond. In all ways, it’s like we were made for each other, like we’ve been connected since before we could truly feel it.

Still, something about his knowing look encourages me to push a little further, and I don’t let the opportunity slip past me.

Teasingly, I roll my hips against his, watching the way his chest rises sharply, and his eyelids become heavier while he peers at me.

With a muffled groan, Hunter tightens his grip on my hips and guides me forward again.

“Fuck… see? I told you.”

It’s my turn to grin, gaining an incredible amount of satisfaction from the upper hand I have now. He gives it to me so easily, too, not even putting up a fight when he’s exactly where he wants to be.

“I guess you were right.”

Not wasting the chance, I continue with those small movements that fan our mutual desire to something even hotter, but it isn’t enough to give us what we both need.