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“Fuck!”
The hot liquid hits the back of my throat. Instinct has me gagging, but I manage to take a deep breath in through my nose, then swallow it all down. I had no idea that doing so would be such a turn on, but I know if I slipped my hand between my thighs, it’d be slick with arousal.
Hunter presses his thumb into my mouth, then traces my lips with the moisture. My lips are swollen from being stretched and the gentle pressure feels nice.
“Fuck, Sophie. Your mouth is so sweet.”
I laugh because I think he might be teasing me about calling him sweet earlier. When I stand to do a final rinse, he captures my mouth with his and presses me to the tiled wall, his still hard cock wedged in between us.
“How are you still hard?” I gasp when the length of him rubs against my clit.
He tilts his hips, then rocks into me again, the crown of him nudging at my entrance.
“I’ve been dying to fuck you all week. I can’t let this opportunity go to waste.”
I’m aching for him, ready for him to press in farther, but he turns off the water and hands me a towel from the shelf. I’ve barely gotten it around my wet, shivering body when he scoops me up again and carries me to the bed.
“You know I can walk,” I say, when he drops me on the pile of pillows, then climbs on top of me. He’s a canopy of muscle in this soft as a cloud bed.
“I’m trying to avoid any leg cramps that might prevent me from fucking you hard.”
“A true gentleman.”
Hunter smiles down at me, then captures my face between his hands, kissing me until I’m breathless. “I’m happy we decided to do this.”
“Me, too.” I smile, because while orgasms are great, it’s also nice to connect with someone that isn’t obligated to hang out with me because we’re related by blood or marriage, or because we work together. I don’t know if saying that Hunter and I are friends is quite right, but in some way, he’s the first friend in New York City that I’ve made on my own. Even though I happened to meet him in Vegas. Semantics, right?
He reaches for his nightstand to grab a condom. A moment later, he’s positioned at my entrance. His face looks tortured as he slowly slides into me.
“Damn, Sophie. This,” he slams inside, stretching me full, “is what I’ve been thinking about every day. Your slick, warm pussy gripping me so fucking tight.”
He’s right. It’s so good. If I hadn’t been busy with graduating, moving, and starting my new job, this probably would have been all I thought about, too.
He wedges a pillow under my ass, then lifts my knee over his shoulder, allowing himself a deeper angle. It’s the perfect angle, I’m already close.
“You feel incredible. Even better than I remember.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer. I kiss along his neck and gently press my teeth into his shoulder. He licks his finger and slips it between us. I anticipate it pressing against my clit, but I should know by now that Hunter has a thing for my ass. Just the tip of his finger presses inside me, but the pressure of his cock thrusting hard is enough to send me over the edge.
“Hunter!” I scream before I can ask if his walls are well insulated.
“God, I love the feel of your pussy milking my cock. I want to feel it again.”
With a growl, Hunter flips me so I’m on my hands and knees, then thrusts back into me and starts a punishing rhythm that I know will grant his wish.
I’m not sure what does it. The way he teases and pinches my nipples, his warm breath in my ear as he tells me how beautiful I look filled with his cock, or the smack of his palm against my ass, but when his finger circles my clit, I come harder than I ever have, with Hunter slamming into me one final time before he shudders his own release inside me.
“Sophie.”
I’m boneless and collapse onto the bed while Hunter pulls out and takes the condom to the bathroom. A moment later, his weight dips the mattress, and he places a featherlight kiss on one butt cheek before moving to the other and doing the same. It’s a stark contrast to the hard smack he delivered to the same spot minutes earlier.
“Are you alive?” Hunter chuckles near the side of my face, as he drags a hand over my back, his fingertips a soft caress.
“Barely,” I mumble, my face still buried in the comforter. Too tired to move, but I know I need to get up and leave before my body permanently attaches itself to Hunter’s bed. I’m searching for the energy to move my body when Hunter rolls me onto my back.
He gives a gentle press on the inside of my knee. “Open for me.”
Those three words have my body on high alert because I truly don’t think I can go again, but then I see the washcloth in his hand.
