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“I know what you want, sweetheart. Breathe, Taylor Jane, I’m right here with you.”
Our lips joined in the dark and he grabbed a handful of hair, fucking my mouth with his kiss. It was wet, messy, and he trailed his lips to my earlobe, biting down. His mouth marked me, peppering red abrasions down my chest to my belly. His tongue rimmed my navel and I squirmed from the sensation flooding my senses on overdrive.
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sp; “I can’t wait to drag my tongue through your pussy lips and rim your puckered knot. You’re mine now, Taylor Jane.”
Forget the air conditioning; my whole body had a hot flash when Hunter talked about oral and anal and anything else he wished to do to me. I never guessed my stoic guy hid a filthy mouth.
“Maybe next time?” Too new, too much, too unsure of myself my mind yelled from somewhere deep down, making my reply a weak trembling.
“When you’re ready, I promise.” He seemed undeterred and leaned back to yank my underwear off my body before anchoring himself firmly between my shaking legs. His head ducked down spreading my lips with his fingers and licking the hood of my clit with his thick tongue. His finger played, gently circling around the entrance of my core, a blunt tip pressing gently inside
“Hunter, please, do it, now.” I was a groaning, grunting, impatient mess and all he’d done was slip a finger barely inside me.
“Can you feel how wet you are?” All I could do was make throaty sounds while he cupped me. A finger moved sliding roughly at first in my restless pursuit for relief. Several strokes in had begun to ease the way with my own lubrication soaking his capable hands.
Wet? More like a monsoon down below as Hunter moved his finger in and out, spreading my liquid heat around. A second finger joined the first and the pressure increased.
“Shhh, not yet sweetheart.” He pressed further inside slowly until I felt sharpness before backing down, scissoring me wider, letting me drench his hand. My body slowly accepted more of him, relaxing around his fingers in a snug fit.
“Hunter, it feels tight.” I thrashed my head on the pillow, unsure of what I wanted when he stilled.
“A good tight?” He checked in with me as his fingers pressed deep and shallow, but the urge to push him back out was there, making me wince.
“I don’t know.”
“I’ve gotta break the hymen inside you.”
I knew that, but I didn’t know it would feel this achy and conflicted. “Can you just do it quick?” I wanted to get to the good part. Wasn’t that what I’d waited all this time for?
“I can, but I promised magical and ramming my dick in you doesn’t seem nearly as fun if you’re going to try bucking me off because you’re in pain.”
“Arrrgh.” The frustration was real.
“Magical, remember? Don’t be inpatient.” He chided teasing, fucking me with his thick fingers. My body held tighter with each pass clawing toward some unattainable high.
“Are you laughing at me? You better not be laughing… oh.” Something changed when he hooked those gifted digits inside me pressing deep. I no longer wanted the rushed version; I wanted this to keep going.
Hunter was back to kissing me. Sucking kisses and massaging my breasts that wished he had four arms instead of two to do the job. Somewhere in the tangle I managed to unbutton his jeans and push them off with my feet, leaving his hot smooth skin resting even closer to mine.
His hands returned, going back to dipping, pressing, and working me into a heated frenzy. My orgasm was building and it was different from any I’d given myself. This was the main event, and I liked it.
“I love how you squeeze my fingers, so eager, taking me. Your whole body contracts. Your breasts are the perfect size for my hands with little pink nipples begging me to suck them.”
My body was a conductor of heat, desire, and rushes of hormonal reactions, making me feel strung out and a little drunk.
“Let it happen, let it go.” He urged.
And I did in a shouting fever, consumed with greediness, wanting more of Hunter, who didn’t disappoint.
I was still recovering from the aftermath of an orgasm that nearly blinded me when Hunter crawled up my body. Fine hairs on his legs rubbed sparks between my thighs. It almost felt like too much sensation and yet not enough, never enough.
Hunter cupped my face in his large, gentle bear like hands. “I’m clean.”
“I’m on the pill,” I whispered in the dark room, nodding for him to continue. He kissed me sweet, and irrational tears pricked my eyes. Holding me, Hunter pushed forward slowly. The burning sensation of being pierced cut my breath short.
“A little more, Taylor Jane.” Hunter pulled his hips back before pushing forward, breaking the offending tissue in a pinch.
