“In me,” I purr, laying back and opening my legs to guide him home. “First time fast and furious.”
“Why?” He looks pained, but I’m not going to make him wait any longer than necessary.
“Because we’ve waited long enough.”
His first orgasm blasts through me in record time, but instead of taking it as an insult, I assure Hunter with kisses and caresses that it’s the greatest compliment he could give.
His fingers give me my second, and his tongue my third. By the time he helps me to the shower—because my legs refuse to work—he is the Hunter I remember—pinning me against the wall and driving into me until I beg for him to come.
After denying each other for so long, we are like animals, devouring each other with kisses and love bites before collapsing back into mindless conversation, sharing anecdotes and memories.
“I’ve never been happier,” I say sleepily, nuzzling into his naked chest, because it’s still too early to scare him with the L word.
My last conscious thought is hearing his declaration, “This time, I’m never letting you go.”
History
Hunter
We have history. Ourhistory. My history. Liv’s recent history. None of it and yet all of it matters.
I don’t know how many minutes or hours we’ve been asleep, but with one wriggle of her naked ass against my cock, I’m wide awake and ready for more. By the time she twists around and our lips meet, we’re so far beyond a rebound I can’t believe I doubted us. Her lips still fit perfectly against mine, and I feel—God, I feel like crying. Every emotion I’ve bottled up, ignored, and pushed aside threatens to erupt and ruin this moment.
I do the only thing possible. I surrender to Olivia Marie Woodgrove. With the island’s waves as our background serenade, I give my body over to Liv, building her desire, giving her every reason to want more of me tonight, tomorrow, and forever.
Her breasts hold no secrets from me. That tiny mole to the right side of her right breast has always been my starting point. I lick circles around it until she moans, right on cue. Still my Liv. I push her hands aside, knowing one touch from her will end me. No, this lady has to come first.
“If this is about trust, don’t make me tie you up yet,” I tease.
She gives up and stretches her arms above her head, fingers interlaced, eyes open, and challenging me to do my best—and my worst.
Oh, help me.
Her breasts can wait. My fingers move lower, my mouth reclaiming hers. She’s wet, waiting, and oh, help me, so willing. Her hips rise to meet each thrust as I twist and plunge, finding that sweet spot.
“Ahhhh,” she cries, her tongue attacking mine as if I’m her last meal. Three fingers inside her, her thighs clench around me. She holds me in place, but I know Liv. She doesn’t want to come yet, but I need her to. I need her to shudder for me, to give up all her inhibitions.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me.”
“I can’t. Not without you.”
“You first,” I demand.
“Not without you. I want you.” Panting, she pushes me away. “Don’t you want us to be together?” She’s not just talking about sex.
“Liv! Oh, fuck, Liv. You’ll be the death of me.”
“Or the love you’ve been waiting for?”
“Hell, yes.” Words, just words said in the heat of delirium and passion. I won’t hold her to them tomorrow, but tonight, when we can pretend this is just a mid-night fuck between lovers—I need to believe she’s ready for me to love her.
Gently, I climb above her, my cock rubbing against her stomach at full stretch until she takes control.
“Oh, I’ve missed this,” she muses, thumbing away my oozing pre-cum.
It takes years off my life to stop from coming at her first touch, like I did the first time.
“Hunter, I’m so ready. Please come with me.”
