Hunter peeled me off the wall and led me to my bedroom.
Gulp.
***
Hunter gingerly worked the zipper of my dress, gently pulled it off my shoulder, and the silk item dropped to my ankles with a softswish.
We're really doing this,I thought. I wasn't sure it was the right time—but I was powerless to stop him. Some mix of Madison's comments, and seeing Hunter Rockwell at my doorstep, so handsome and eager and awed and genuinelyhappyto see me, pushed me over the edge.
Hunter spun me around and greedily explored my body with his hulking hands. He cupped my bare breasts and sucked at my nipples, one and then the other, as if he couldn't make up his mind which he wanted between his lips more.
“Iloveyour titties,” he growled, his features darkened with lust, his hands feverishly groping and squeezing at my bare flesh.
“You're sowild,” I squealed.
“I can't help it,” he said, pent-up frustration oozing from his gravelly voice. “I've been thinking about you for so long.”
Backwards we moved, a slow retreat for my bed.
“You haven't evenknownme that long,” I teased, a playful finger held to his mouth.
“Long enough,” he countered, tossing me to the mattress like a rag-doll.
Hastily, he wrestled off his suit jacket, his tie, his belt, while he admired me in nothing but my panties. “You're so goddamn sexy, Honor.”
He threw off his undershirt and trousers. His body was a sculpture of hard muscle, angular lines, and chiseled crevices. Theperfectionof man's form—and something deep, something carnal, inside me demanded that I have him.
“I want you,” I said softly—and was pleased at how those words rang true. I'd never wanted anyone more than I wanted him in that moment. Not even close. “Iwantyou, Hunter.”
Hunter pounced on the bed, cratering it with his solid weight, and pressed himself into me. Our mouths met again, stoking the fire in my heart and between my legs.
His hand wandered lower and found the crotch of my panties.
“Oh,” I sighed as his talented fingers stroked my heat.
Hunter's need for me was thick, urgent, animalistic. His kisses searched me deeper, and his hands worked me into a wet, moaning mess. Under the snug weight of his mass, I opened for him like a blossoming flower.
If this was a bad idea …? It was the best bad idea I'd ever had.
Hunter sat up in a hurry, drunk on desire. He hooked his fingers under my panties and dragged the intimates down my legs, tossing them aside. A small thrill rushed over me when I eyed my discarded panties—a rolled-up ball of lace, abandoned on the floor.
I was bare for him now. Hunter lowered himself between my thighs, spread my legs and began to lick. He'd gotten me to this point in a hurry—but now Hunter seemed hell-bent on savoring me. Long, slow, indulgent tongue-strokes tortured my folds.
I'd never had a man so dedicated tomypleasure. Normally, oral made me feel self-conscious and pressured to reach a certain point. But with Hunter? His stark, naked lust made it come so easy. Never before had a man made me feel so wanted, so revered.
“Oh,yes,” the words escaped me, bubbling right out of my tense throat. I clung tight to a fistful of his thick locks as he gently batted my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“You taste so fucking good, Honor,” he growled hungrily, tonguing and slurping at my hole with a ravenous thirst.
I closed my eyes and let it all wash over me: the warm, wet tongue-lashings on my pussy. The thrill of submission to this powerful, sexy athlete, as he held my legs high and drank from me. The thickness of his finger, as he parted my folds and explored me from the inside.
It wasn't long before my toes curled, and I shouted embarrassingly loud,
“Oh my god, yes! Yes!”
Hunter licked me faster and sloppier, and finger-fucked me harder, until he took me racing to the peak of my climax. But once there—once he took me careening over the edge—he slowly, gently, eased me back down again, with the lightness of a feather tumbling through the air and back to the ground.
When I opened my eyes, Hunter sat above me, watching me in my throes, softly laughing—admiring his own work.
