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“Wow, I wasn’t even trying, I must be a natural.” My statement was filled with sarcasm and a little secret satisfaction knowing that I got under her skin a little. At least I knew that I intrigued her even if it was only for a quick lay.
Shockingly Ginny was more like me than I realized. When we were kids, she was always the innocent doe-eyed girl, and I was the one who got us into trouble. I could have talked Ginny into almost anything. She believed in me, I guess. Too bad the outside world changed that part of her, it was an endearing quality, but we all had to grow up eventually.
I opened her car door with a wisp of my wrist and bowed. “M’lady…” I announced as I gestured for her to exit the vehicle. I knew it was a cheesy move but Ginny used to enjoy my cheesy jokes. Maybe we could reminisce about old times and hang out this summer before she left. It was Ginny after all. Not some conquest to sate my dick. I was just providing a service to an old friend who needed a release. It wasn’t like she would think too much about it or fall in love or anything.
This Ginny seemed to be tougher…more worldly…maybe even a little scarred. I couldn’t judge her for that. I had scars upon scars by the layer.
I needed to remember my rules; not one girl more than once. It complicated things.
We reached the door and I placed my key in the slot. My hand trembled slightly from the excitement of finally getting to be inside this beautiful creature next to me. Her eyes wandered the hall scoping out the area. It was a good complex made up mostly of divorcees and widows. I had a purpose in mind when I rented out this place.
I slid the door open slowly and entered the room where most of my dates only saw. Most never make it to the bedroom, but Ginny would be a different story. I would take my time with her. I wanted to taste, touch, and view every single inch of her. When we were blissfully sated, then we could move on with our lives.
As soon as I shut the door, Ginny’s shirt was tossed behind her. She was all business. Damn, did I like that about her? She stood there in her skin-tight jeans and black lace bra. She was more perfect than I could’ve imagined. Her wavy hair rested on top of those plump breasts. Her waist dipped in and curved back out to round out her luscious hips and plump ass. Her jeans hugged every curve, I couldn’t wait to peel them from her body.
“What’s the matter, Hunt? Don’t tell me that you’ve never done this before?” Ginny taunted me. Her voice was sultry. I wanted to swallow those words with my mouth and taste her lips. Determined to get my wish, I marched forward and placed my hands in her hair, tilted her head back, and placed a feral kiss on her lips. She wilted in my arms. A moan left her throat and I felt it in mine. It urged me on. Her lips soft and supple pressed against mine hungrily. My cock hardened, straining against my jeans.
I needed her.
I wanted her.
I broke the kiss and grasped her hand. I led her to my room. It has been years since I’ve had a woman here, well in the bedroom that is. Usually, we don’t have time to even make it 10 feet further than the door.
The gray comforter is nicely straightened with the white and gray pillows scattered across the top for decoration. I was grateful the cleaning lady had come today. I whipped the comforter back and the pillows flew across the room.
Placing her sweet ass on my white cotton sheets, she unbuttoned her jeans, spreading the seam wide. I grasped each side, taking my time sliding them down her soft skin. My lips traced my movements leaving a map of where I wanted to end up. After her legs were freed, I admired the matching lace panties she wore beneath the torn jeans. They left nothing to the imagination. I could see right through them.
Ifanything, the way she dressed clued me into her personality. On the outside, tough and durable, ready for whatever came her way. On the inside, she was delicate and treacherous.
She fooled the world with her exterior but on the inside, her fragility remained intact.
Maybe the girl I used to know was in there somewhere after all.
Following the path my tongue marked on her thighs, I placed tender kisses while massaging every muscle in her legs. Her hips thrust toward the ceiling the closer I got to the apex of her legs. I was sure she would explode not long after my mouth touched her warmth.
Those panties had me paralyzed. They would be staying on. At least for now.
She smelled deliciously sweet. Her skin is soft. Her panties were wet. “Spread your legs.” I commanded in a heated whisper. She complied willingly. Her hands were rubbing her breasts through the peek-a-boo lace bra. I couldn’t hold myself back any further. I slid the sexiest undies to the side and swiped my tongue across her wetness.
Everything about this woman was addicting and I wouldn’t stop until I got my fill of her.
GINNY
My hips bucked and a groan left the back of my throat. He had me so on edge, I feared that I wouldn’t remember why I came here in the first place.
Revenge.
However, it didn’t hurt to have a little fun before I ruined his evening and to be truly honest, this man had me begging for release already. Most men couldn’t even get me wet by now. I was usually finishing myself off when the fuckers left. Even after being with my ex for almost a year, he still couldn’t figure out how to truly care for a woman’s body.
Hunt was definitely gifted. His tongue caressed, tickled, and pressured my warmth until I had my hands in his hair, grinding myself against his lips. I needed this. I deserved this. I wanted this.
I screamed his name as I released every bit of sexual tension from my body which was replaced with a euphoric calm. The sensation was addicting, and I wanted to mount him and see what other services he could provide. I ached for more but was half disappointed in myself for giving in to what he wanted. Hunt lived up to his reputation.
My mind was a jumbled mess. Unlike earlier when I had a plan in place. I couldn’t think of anything other than wanting more. Just more. Not sure exactly what, I want more than just him. More of his touch, more of his mouth and I hated to admit I wanted more of him. He exuded pure animalistic need for me. There was nothing sexier than a man who showed his need for their woman. The carnal need to conquer her. To protect her. To own that small piece of her. It fed my fuel.
I hoped that deep down, Kara let me experience every moment of this bliss before she interrupted my well-deserved hiatus from reality. My hips were still writhing in the air. Searching for more. I opened my eyes to find the only person who could sate this ache.
Hunt stood at the end of the bed. I found him lowering his jeans. He tented his boxer briefs. He turned around opening the dresser drawer motioning like he was putting on protection and I anticipated what was to come but instead he lifted me off the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walked a few steps when I felt my back hit the cool wall. Pressed firmly between Hunt and the wall, I was a mess of sensation. The cool wall against my back, the warmth of Hunt’s body, and the delicious ache throbbing between my legs had me overwhelmed.
