Chapter 16

Ican't contain my smile as Hunter leads me, with my hand in his, from the SUV to our spot close to the lake's edge. Willow Lake will always hold a special place in my heart. It was here that I gave myself to him for the first time and where he proposed to me two months later.

The moon shines brightly above us, so we aren't in complete darkness. The added reflection on the lake helps as we approach the blanket already set out on the ground with a small cooler nearby.

My heart pitter patters in my chest as I take in the set up.

I turn to Hunter. "If you were with me all night, how did you set this up?"

His lips quirk into a smirk. "I had help from Silas and Katie."

"You seem to think you're getting lucky tonight." We stop at the edge of the blanket. "Sure are confident of yourself, aren't you, Mr. St. James?"

"You planning to say no?" He drops to his knees in front of me and pulls off my shoes one at a time, his head tilted back to keep his eyes on me.

I run my fingers through his thick hair. "I could never resist you." My voice is scratchy from the emotions he pulls from me.

He smiles as he leans forward, kissing my lower abdomen through my dress. He runs his hands up the outside of my thighs under my dress, and when he reaches my hips, he pulls me down on the blanket with him.

Once I'm seated beside him and his own shoes are thrown to the side, he reaches for the cooler and pulls out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

"I'm sorry we couldn't do this yesterday," he says after popping the cork. He fills a glass and hands it to me.

"Tonight is the perfect night to be out here." I gaze up at the full moon. "The sky was overcast yesterday, so we wouldn't have had this beautiful sight."

While sipping my wine, I enjoy the breeze drifting past us. It really is a beautiful night, especially considering it's the beginning of fall and usually a little cooler this time of year in the evenings.

I glance over at Hunter and find his steady, green gaze on me. I've counted myself lucky so many times over the years for having Hunter as my husband. I don't need to wonder how my life would be if I hadn't met him. However glorious that life might have been, I don't want any part of it. It's impossible to imagine anything better than what I have now.

Hunter takes my glass from me and places it beside his on the cooler lid. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small black box. It brings back memories of him doing this before. But instead of a diamond ring, I find a small silver key hanging from a chain, both twinkling in the bright moonlight. Leaning forward, I take a closer look.

"You took possession of my heart the first time I saw you in Slate all those years ago, Cat. I never wanted or asked for it back. It belongs to you forever, because I know you will always treasure it." Tears spring to my eyes when he holds up the key dangling from the necklace. "The key is unnecessary, because my heart hasn't been my own for years, but it still belongs to you."

A tear blazes a path down my cheek as I reach out for the key, touched beyond measure by Hunter's words. After angling the key just right, I see the words written in Italian on the side: Per Sempre Vostri. Forever Yours.

"It's beautiful." I lift my eyes to him. "Thank you. Help me put it on?"

I spin around, giving Hunter my back and lifting my hair out of the way. The key is cool against my heated flesh when it settles just above my cleavage.

Warm breath fans across the back of my neck seconds before Hunter's lips touch the spot. Shivers run through my body as goosebumps appear on my arms. I look at Hunter over my shoulder and he immediately captures my lips in a kiss. Without breaking away from him, I turn around so I'm facing him. I meant to climb on his lap, but he has me on my back with his body poised above me in the next breath.

One long finger traces the curve of my cheek. I can't see his face because he's cast in shadow, but I know his expression is full of love.

"If God gave me the ability to build the perfect woman, I couldn't have done any better than He did with you."

"Hunter," I whisper his name, emotions clogging my throat.

"You give me life, Cat, and there's not a day that goes by that I'm not thankful and humbled for that." His finger moves to my lips, and I open my mouth as he gently rubs the bottom one. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but never doubt that I know what a rare gift I have in you."

Unable to take anymore of Hunter's sweet words before I burst into a blubbering mess, I fist my hands into the back of his hair and yank his head down. He thinks I'm the special one, and to him I may be, but it's Hunter who's truly the special one.

With our mouths pressed together, I try to put every bit of love I feel for him into the kiss. Words would never be enough, although Hunter's loving speech comes close.

Hunter lifts his body just enough for me to spread my legs and he settles between them. His hand travels up my thigh and raises the skirt of my dress as he goes. His hand is warm and slightly callused, the roughened skin fueling the fire already burning within me. My thigh is lifted higher, and I moan when the hard length of his cock, through his slacks, rubs against my wet center. In search of a firmer touch, I clutch Hunter's shoulders and lift my hips.

Our mouths separate and he trails his lips down my neck to the valley of my breasts. Once there, he lifts his head and tugs down the flimsy material of my dress and bra. The cool breeze blowing across my nipples, coupled with the intense desire Hunter brings out in me, has the peaks turning into stiff little points.

"You look absolutely stunning in the moonlight," he rumbles, his voice filled with appreciation. "Like an innocent angel on the verge of committing her first filthy sin. I could look at you for a lifetime like this and never get my fill."

"Hunter, please," I plead. I gently grip the strands of his hair, pulling him closer.

I arch beneath him when he pulls a hardened nipple into his mouth. "Yes," I shout, caught up in the moment. People rarely come to the lake at night, so I'm not too worried someone will hear us. Even if they did, I wouldn't care. My head is too full of Hunter to worry about being seen or heard.

He pays homage to one breast while kneading the other. Then he switches to the opposite and does the same. Need and desire blaze through me like a hurricane wreaking havoc, leaving me desperate to have Hunter's mouth on other places.

As if hearing my thoughts, he moves his mouth south. Lifting my dress so my bottom half is completely exposed, he leaves light kisses behind as he makes his way to the top of my panties. Expecting him to pull the lace material down my legs or hook his finger and pull them to the side, I release a deep moan when he sucks my clit through the silky material instead.

"Damn, baby, you're fucking soaked," he growls.

I wiggle my hips and release his hair, moving my hands to the thin straps on the side of my panties.

"Off," I pant. "Take them off, Hunter. I want your mouth on my bare skin."

"You want me to fuck you with my tongue?"

"God, yes," I moan desperately.

He takes pity on me and slides the material down my legs. As I'm spread out before him, my bare pussy inches from his face, he places his palms on the underside of my thighs and pushes them back, so my knees are close to my head. Before I can be embarrassed by the position, my mouth drops open, and I let out a delirious scream of pleasure.

Hunter feasts on my bare pussy, deep, growly rumbles leaving him, as if the slick juices leaking from me is the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.

I thrash my head from side to side, nearly overwhelmed by the intense feelings coursing through me. My orgasm comes out of the blue, taking control of my body in a way that only Hunter can elicit.

He laps up every drop that seeps from me.

Looking down my body, I find Hunter's dark gaze, a look of satisfaction sparking in his eyes. My arousal glistens on his lips and chin, which should embarrass me, but it only intensifies my desire.

"My turn," I tell him.

He gets to his knees as the hunger in his eyes darkens further. "You want my cock in your mouth?"

"Yes, please."

My polite reply causes his lips to twitch, and he reaches for the button on his slacks. He grabs my hand to help me sit up after releasing his engorged cock, but I shake my head.

"I want you up here." I lick my lips, my eyes darting to his long length as he strokes it in his fist. "I want you to feed it to me."

"Fuck, Cat," he growls, his jaw clenched. "Are you trying to make me come prematurely?"

I smile saucily at him. "Only if you aim it at my mouth. I want to taste you."

"Shit," he mutters.

A husky giggle escapes me as he quickly straddles my waist and scoots up my torso. My mouth waters as I see a pearly drop of pre-cum clinging to the slit at the tip. My tongue snakes out to swipe it away, and Hunter hisses out a breath.

With one hand, he angles himself down toward my mouth, and with the other, he slides his fingers through my hair and helps me lift my head. When I open my mouth, he slides the tip inside, and I latch my lips around it. Another strangled groan leaves Hunter.

My mouth stretches as he presses his hand against the back of my head.

My eyes open when he hits the back of my throat. Hunter is staring at me with his head angled down. He looks as if he's barely holding onto his control. Like he's on the verge of ramming his hips forward and forcing his cock down my throat. Moisture gushes between my legs at the thought. Hunter has always been gentle when taking my mouth, never forcing me to take more than I can handle. Sex between us is a little more rough. I love it when he grabs me and positions me how he wants me, the look in his eyes revealing his deep need. Like he'll die if he doesn't have me right then.

The mere image of him forcing his cock down my throat sends a wave of desire so intense it nearly blinds me.

I let Hunter's cock pop free of my mouth. "Fuck me," I whisper to him. "No," I add when he makes a move to leave his position. I dig my fingers into the muscles of his ass. "My mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth."

His green eyes blaze. Despite the heated look and the need I can see he's trying to hide, he says, "Baby, I don't want to hurt you."

Lifting my head, I run my tongue along the underside of his cock. "But wouldn't it feel incredible if my throat spasmed against your cock?" I taunt him, watching the thread of his control unravel. "How tight it would feel." I scrape my teeth over the head and his fingers flex against my scalp. "How sexy it'll look to see the bulge of your cock and the spit dribbling from the corners of my mouth." I lap at the drop of pre-cum leaking from the slit. "I want you to, Hunter. I want to know what it feels like to have you force your cock down my throat until I choke on it."

The snarl that escapes him has my clit pulsing and my legs scissoring to try and relieve the ache. Nothing is more satisfying than hearing Hunter make all those needy noises. I'm pretty sure the blanket below me is soaked with the arousal pouring out of me. I've always had a secret desire for Hunter to take me roughly. For his iron-clad control to snap. For him to pound my mouth, my pussy, and even my ass with no remorse or concern that he's being too rough. I want him to dominate me.

And from the intense need in his eyes, it's something he wants too.

"Open your mouth wide," he demands in a husky whisper.

I comply and he slips the head back inside my mouth. He releases my hair to catch himself when he falls forward. The changed position allows me to open my mouth wider, and he slips further inside. When he bumps the back of my throat, I fight against my gag reflex. He pumps his hips slowly before picking up speed. With each thrust forward, he goes in further. Hunter isn't a small guy by any means, so even though he's already partially wedged in my throat, I still have a few inches to go.

"Goddamn, baby, that feels so fucking good," he groans.

My throat and mouth have become sore, but it's the delicious kind. I stretch my neck back and look at his face. An intense thrill rushes through me when I notice how delirious his eyes are. I work my throat muscles the best that I can with something thick lodged inside it.

He grunts and thrusts deeper, shoving even more of him down my throat. This time I can't hold back my gag, which only tightens the muscles gripping his cock.

He pulls his hips back, but I only allow him far enough for me to suck in a much needed breath before I'm tugging him back by digging my fingers into his ass. I take the full length of him, my nose pressing into his pubic bone, his balls against my chin.

"Motherfucker," he curses darkly. His hand moves back to my hair and he grips the strands tightly in a fist. He forces my head back, only to slam forward again. He uses my hair to control the speed at which he fucks my mouth

My hips lift into the air as I search for a touch I'm desperate for. One hand leaves his ass and my fingers seek out the swollen folds of my pussy. I insert one finger into my slick hole then bring the tip to my clit, desperately flicking the tight bundle of nerves.

"I'm gonna come, Cat," he grits out. "You want it?"

With my mouth full of his cock, I hum in the back of my throat and nod.

The sound barely leaves me before he pulls back a couple of inches, and a blast of hot cum spurts out of him, coating my throat. I greedily swallow the bitter saltiness down. After licking every drop from his cock, I let him slide out of my mouth with a pop.

He still hovers over me, his shoulders rising rapidly as he tries to catch his breath.

"Fucking hell, baby," he mumbles. "That was incredible."

I can't help the cheesy grin that stretches my lips. "It was my pleasure."

Chuckling, he scoots down until he's once again between my legs. He grabs my hips and lifts me so he's on his knees and I'm straddling him, my arms around his neck. A low moan slips from my lips as my wet pussy presses against his rigid shaft.

God bless Hunter's stamina.

"My little Cat needs to be filled, doesn't she?" he asks, nuzzling his lips against my neck.

"Yes," I whimper, tilting my head to the side.

Without warning, he lifts me enough to notch his head at my opening and pulls my body down on his shaft. The sudden intrusion pinches a bit, but the delicious fullness overrides the slight pain.

Hunter uses my body the same way he used my mouth. Slowly at first, then picking up speed. I hold on tight and relish the divine ride he's giving me.