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My panties are drenched with need, my clit pulses, wanting to feel his touch.
“Hunter, please,” I gasp, panting.
Tracing my breasts, his fingers move over the indents of my ribs to the button of my skinny jeans. He teasingly brushes his fingers over my zipper, applying pressure but not enough. I want him deep inside me and he knows it.
I arch my back leaning into his touch. Still kissing me, he moves his lips to my stomach, rubbing his stubble on the sensitive skin there. Tracing my bellybutton with the tip of his tongue, I lift my back, loving the way he runs the metal ball over my burning skin. Tugging on my jeans, he stops and takes my All Stars off, along with my socks. He moves back up my body and his lips find mine, kissing me hard. He growls, running his teeth along my shoulder, as his fingers trail to my neck and he buries his face in my hair. He inhales deep. Using his lips and his tongue, he draws a line down my throat. On instinct, my head tips back and my chest pushes forward, opening myself up and giving him full access to my body. Heat flares along my skin everywhere he touches.
“Oh fuck,” it comes out as a sigh, as his soft mouth closes over my nipple and he sucks hard. It’s a direct line to my clit and I grab his shoulders, holding on to keep from flying off the bed. His hand comes up and squeezes my other breast as his tongue continues to torture my nipple. Flicking back and forth I feel the peak harden. He makes a noise in the back of his throat grunting his approval. “So pink and hard,” the vibration from his voice shoots through me and my fingers grip his hair, I’m not sure if it’s to hold him back or pull him closer. He draws my attention by stopping what he is doing and peeks up from my breasts. They feel so heavy and my nipples are tight little buds, poking into the air almost begging him not to stop.
His hand glides over my skin until it reaches the button on my jeans, scanning my face the whole time. His fingers work fast and the button pops free of its hole.
“Shit,” I place my hands over his, stopping him before he can pull down my jeans.
I don’t know what he reads in my eyes but he pauses.
“What?” A slow grin spreads across his face.
“I didn’t have anything to wear except this.” I laugh.
He frowns, and continues tugging my jeans over my knees. He throws them in the corner, and when he spots my underwear, he chuckles.
My hands fly in front of my eyes to mask my embarrassment.
“Hey.” He pulls my fingers away, kissing each palm. He locks eyes with me again, and covers his mouth with his hand, hiding his grin. I’m wearing a high-waisted white boxer-short covered in sparkly SpongeBob Square Pants characters. He looks more closely, his maverick smile making me giggle. “Is that Mr. Krabs? I tossed them in your bag for fun when you were torturing me in the store.”
“You’re crazy,” I moan.
“Shorty, look at me,” he drawls.
I can’t meet his eyes; I’m too embarrassed.
“Sky,” he orders.
Reluctantly, I meet his gaze, rubbing my sweaty palms on the sheets.
“I love them.” He traces the top of my panties with his calloused thumbs. “Wait till you see me in my Supernatural boxers—then we can form a little team. The Gives No Shit What We Wear club.” He flashes me a cocky half-smile.
I reach out and pull him on top of me. He slips a hand around the hollow of my neck and stares deep into my eyes before kissing me gently, sucking on my bottom lip, his long hair tickling my collarbone.
He moves one hand down between my legs, and runs his fingers over the drenched fabric of my panties. Pushing it to the side he dips his finger inside my wetness. He uses his thumb to make slow circles over my swollen clit. I press into his hand, never breaking eye contact until sparks start to fly.
“Sky,” he orders, and my eyes shoot to his. His are shining with lust, and hunger is reflected in those ocean eyes.
A proud smirk curls his lips as he pinches my throbbing nub. “Come against my hand baby.” The orgasm rips through me out of nowhere as I thrash and roll my hips upwards never wanting it to end, “Oh fuck, Hunter, fuck,” I chant, the sensation making my toes curl.
“That’s the plan, babe,” he drawls, licking my release from his inked fingers, a look of awe and tenderness on his face.
I pull him toward me by the dog tags he wears around his neck, and trace the inside of his throat with my parted lips. He swallows heavily as I kiss his jaw. I let my tongue glide along the shell of his ear, and he shivers. Encouraged by his reaction I bite down lightly on his earlobe. He groans and pushes his crotch into mine, our eyes meet again.
“You sure?” he asks, cupping my cheek. The slow, burning sensation of having him here with me hits me more than the heat and wetness building between my legs.
“I am,” I tell him, as he stands, watching my reaction while he drags his jeans to the floor, leaving his boxers on. The outline of his hard dick makes my mouth water. Sitting up I let my fingers move over his tattooed stomach, tracing the lines of his six-pack, he trembles and looks at me with his lust-filled eyes. The pad of his thumb moves over the inside of my arms, he covers the healed puncture marks from all the IVs and the blood tests with his palm. For a moment I freeze.
He frowns. “You okay?” he asks, searching my eyes for answers, but I can’t give them.
“I am now,” I whisper, I run my hand back up his chest and wrap it around the dog tags pulling him into me.
Moving on top of me, Hunter supports his weight on his arms and grinds his hips against mine. His breath hitches, and his lips part slightly as I smooth the hair from his forehead. My eyes dart from the bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers to his eyes. Rolling his arousal against my thigh, he slips his hand through my hair, pulling my head back.
