25. Jo

Playlist: Her Body Is Bible | FLETCHER

I watch in amusement as Hunter whips her sundress over her head, standing only in her cowboy boots and lingerie.

“That was fast,” I tease, my eyes looking appreciatively down her body. Her curves are a maze I’d willingly get lost in, dimples in her hips, stretch marks along her thighs, textures and markings I want to run my tongue over. Things that the world tells women to change and be ashamed of are things I want to memorize on her. My eyes linger on her tummy, smiling when I see the belly button piercing she got that summer.

“You still have it!” I say, trying to hide my excitement. I reach out and gently touch the dangling pink jewel.

“Yeah,” she says shyly. “It’s so silly, but I love it. Reminds me of being fifteen and rebellious. And the way you held my hand during the piercing.”

“I love it, too,” I tell her honestly, looking up and meeting her eyes. “What other secrets do you keep beneath your clothes?”

Her body sways and I bite my lip. I can’t get over how much my words have an impact on her, how clearly her desire shows on her face, all over her body. I cup her waist, drawing slow circles over her warm skin as I pull her between my thighs.

“You have secrets too,” Hunter whispers. “When do I get to see those?”

“Desperate, are we?”

“We are.” Her hands find my face and angle it upwards as she bends down and kisses me. “So fucking desperate for you, baby.”

Her words are hot against my mouth, and this time I’m the one shuddering.

“Remember how I told you that you giggle and smile when you come?” I ask breathlessly.

“Mmhmm.”

“Remember how I told you I wanted you to see it?”

“Yes?”

“Did you notice the mirror on the closet? The one that we have a perfect view of from the bed?” I nod towards the mirror in question.

Her eyes dart to the side. “I do now.”

“I want you to keep your eyes on the mirror when we touch each other, honey,” I say gently, turning her face to me again. “I want you to see what I see. Think you can do that?”

She looks dazed. “I’ll try.”

“Such a good girl.” I grin as she absolutely preems under my praise. “Now strip for me.”

Hunter reaches behind her back and my hands move to her hips. She unclips her bra and shrugs it off, throwing it haphazardly somewhere behind her, knocking something neither of us care about off the dresser. My eyes are fixated on her breasts. I saw them an hour ago, but seeing her completely topless is a different experience. I drink in the stretch marks on her cleavage, her puckered, pink nipples and areolas. Hers were the first boobs I ever saw and touched, and I always thought the fact they were my favorite was because of nostalgia.

But somehow this perfect woman has perfect tits, too.

“Hunter.” My voice is husky, unrecognizable even to myself. “Please, let me kiss you.”

She nods, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body even closer into me somehow. I swirl my tongue around her nipple and she gasps. Her hands are on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin through my suit jacket. I don’t care. She can rip it to shreds if she wants. I’m already in pieces because of her.

“Jo,” she chokes out, one hand stroking up the back of my neck until she’s cradling the back of my head. “I need you.”

“You have me, honey. I’m all yours.” I pull her nipple into my mouth and she cries out. I scrape my teeth along the puckered bud before kissing it better.

“So good,” she whimpers. “It all feels so good. ”

“Has no one ever worshiped these pretty tits before?” I ask, releasing her nipple with a pop.

I feel her shake her head. “No. I was always self-conscious because they’re saggy.”

I run my thumb over her left nipple. She shivers and, somehow, it tightens even more. “You’re perfect, honey. So, so perfect. Do you want to keep going?“

She surprises me by getting to her knees, dressed only in her underwear and boots, and unbuckling my belt. “Yes. But first, I need to see you. Please. I’ve been wondering and imagining it for months and I can’t wait anymore, baby. I don’t have to touch you, if you don’t want, but please. Please let me see you.”