16. Elodie

ELODIE

H unter carries me through his house and heads straight to the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

“Yes. I didn’t want to have full sex with you as Stella. But as myself? I’ve been wanting to for a while now.”

He doesn’t waste any more time and tosses me onto the bed before helping me pull off my shoes, shirt, and shorts. He’s all business. And honestly? Same. The entire ride home was filled with a charged silence. Our chemistry has always been electric. But now? It’s more. A promise of something magnificent. He’s officially my boyfriend, and I’m giddy with excitement.

When I’m left in only my bra and thong, he toes off his shoes and whips off his shirt.

“I need those shorts off,” I say.

“That was done on purpose.” He flashes me a cocky smile. “I didn’t want to scare you just yet. ”

“Now I have to see.” I get to my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed. Placing my hands on the waistband, I slowly push them down.

He doesn’t stop me and his massive, and I mean massive , dick greets me. There’s no underwear, no restraint for this thing. How did his dick not just slip out of his shorts? It’s so big it could’ve happened above or below.

“Holy shit,” I say. “How did you get him to fit in those jeggings?”

“Magic.” He laughs. “Do I get a new nickname thanks to him?”

“That depends.”

“On?” he asks.

“If you’ll even fit.”

“Oh, I’ll make it fit.” He lowers his voice. “You’ll be taking every last inch of me.”

I bite my lip, having my doubts, but ready for the challenge. He walks his fingers up my ribs and unclasps my bra with ease. When my breasts are revealed, he just stares at them as if mesmerized.

“Fucking hell,” he says. “You’re perfect.”

He flicks a nipple with his fingers before leaning in and sucking one into his mouth. I arch into him and grip his hair. He grins before moving to the other side. I’m totally going to come just from this. It’s a record for me, and he deserves to have a statue made in his honor.

After endless moments where all I can do is feel, he lifts his head. I must make some sort of whining sound because he laughs and nuzzles at my breastbone, licking his way down to my belly button and lower. To the waistband of my thong. Snapping it with a flick of his wrist, he nuzzles me.

“I’ve been dreaming about doing this again since the closet,” he says. He inhales deeply, and I suck in a sharp breath.

I lift my hips up and beg, “Please.”

“You want me to eat your pussy?”

“Fuck yes, and then I want your dick.”

“You’re so pretty, and pink.” He places my left leg over one of his shoulders and presses forward, bending my leg so that I’m open fully to him. “And mine.”

He licks me from slit to clit, and I’m already breathless by just the simple contact. He doesn’t devour me like I thought he would. Instead, he licks and nips at my inner thigh, forging a path to my clit. But once he’s there, he starts in on my other thigh. It’s torturous.

“I need you,” I whimper.

He spears me with a scorching look. “Do you really think I’m going to rush this? Now that you’re finally mine?”

“Yes?”

“No. I’m going to make you beg for me.” He trails kisses across my collarbones, down my right arm, past my elbow, and to my wrist. He kisses every inch of my skin, as if acquainting himself with my body. It’s the most intimate moment of my life, to have my body worshiped by someone else .

When I’m a shaky mess, desperate for him to make me come, I say, “Please, please, please. I need you to make me come.”

He grins and slides his hands under my ass and lifts my pussy to his face. “Your wish, my command.”

Now, he devours me. Licking and sucking me like an expert. When he adds two of his thick fingers, I’m gone for. I’m so close, on the edge. I rock my hips up into him, chasing my impending release. When he adds a third finger, I explode around him, seeing honest-to-fuck stars.

“Elodie,” he groans, once I come down from my high. “How can you taste so fucking good?” He laps at me. “I could eat you all day, every day and never tire of it.”

Him saying my name, and those words, is enough for my world to pause spinning for a heartbeat before picking up in double time.

“I need you inside me.” I grab his hair and tug gently on it.

“Not yet. I was promised some pie first.”

“Pie can join for round two, but I need you now.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I had all these fantasies of where to put the pie.”

“I’ve waited long enough, and if you don’t get inside me now, so help me God I will walk out of this room and fuck the next man I see and?—”

Hunter covers my body with his and frames my cheeks with his hands. “Talk about another man while you’re in bed with me again and see what happens.”

I lift my head and kiss him senseless. “Good thing I only want you.”

He deepens the kiss before pulling away and putting a condom on. Holy shit, how can his dick look even bigger than before?

“Ready?” he asks.

Doubt claws at me. I was fine until now, lost in the moment. But his question brings a barrage of concerns.

I nod, shake my head, and then nod again. He’s so experienced and I’m not. What if it’s horrible? Worse, what if I’m horrible? I’m so out of practice. I’m not sure if I even remember how to suck a dick, let alone how to be decent at sex.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling back. “We don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.”

“No, I want to. It’s just…” I close my eyes and hurry through the next words, stringing them together so fast I half hope he doesn’t understand them. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex.”

He cups my cheeks in his hands and kisses each of my eyelids. I open my eyes, steeling myself for his reaction. Is he disappointed? Disgusted? I’m not like the women he normally hooks up with, and why is this so awkward? Why did I have to open my big mouth and tell him the truth?

“How long?” he asks gently.

“Six years, and I’m nervous. What if I’m not good? You’re so experienced, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me.” He kisses each of my cheeks. “This is already the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” he says seriously. “What we have? I’ve never experienced with another person. I’ve never prioritized my one-night stand’s pleasure over my own, or even kissed them. But with you? It’s different. I only care about you. So yes, this is already the best sex I’ve ever had. And if you’re unhappy with my performance, because I’m the only one who could fuck this up for us, well, then, we’ll work on it. Together.”

His words, his sincerity, hit me like a wave, washing away my fears. “But what if it won’t fit?”

“It will.”

“Okay, then what if it fits but I can’t walk tomorrow after you have your way with me?”

“Easy. I’ll carry you.”

“Why do you have a perfect answer to everything? It’s annoying.”

“Because I’m perfect for you.” He grins. “But seriously, if you’re not ready, we can wait. I’m happy just being next to you.”

I lock my legs around his hips and draw him closer to me.

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes, now less talk and more action. ”

He flashes me a grin before he pushes his hips forward slowly, giving me time to adjust. It’s intense. Filling. Slightly painful. He keeps pushing and pushing and he still hasn’t bottomed out.

“You’re so tight,” he pants. His arms shake as he holds himself back.

“It’s too much. You’re not going to fit.”

“I will. You’re doing so well.” He pushes in another inch. “You’re going to take all of me. Just a little more to go.”

Holy shit, I’ve never had someone this big, this thick. My pussy may never recover from it. I’m going to need to write her a song and sing it at her funeral. A giggle slips out of me at that thought, and he gives me a curious look.

“Sorry,” I say. “I had a song idea.”

“About me?” he asks, shifting back and then snapping his hips forward. I can’t hold in my moan. Holy hell, with Hunter it’s like I’ve found the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. His dick is magical, and I’m never going to recover from it.

“Elodie?” I glance at him and he’s smirking. “Your song?”

“Huh?” I ask. “Oh, right. I need to write a song to my pussy. A rest-in-peace one because she’s never going to be the same after this.”

“Careful. You’re going to inflate my ego with those words.”

“We can’t have that happen, can we? ”

He grins and nips at my nipple. My core clenches in response, and he chuckles. “You like that?”

“You can feel that I do.” I purposely clench again, and he gives me a heated look. Sex has never felt like this. It’s always been mediocre and nothing worth repeating, even to Nina. I never understood how people could love it so much…until now. Until Hunter.

He picks up the pace and I hold on for the ride. He fucks me like he’s a man possessed. Gentle yet not. There’s a desperation to his movements, and I’m right there with him. I rake my nails down his back, marking him in my own way and losing myself in feeling him above me, inside me, around me. He links hands with mine, and he stares deep into my eyes.

“Elodie,” he moans my name. Reverently. Passionately. Desperately. My name has never sounded sweeter on someone’s lips as it does now. “I’m close.”

“Me, too,” I pant.

He rubs my clit and that’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge, him following behind me. I’ve never experienced a life-changing orgasm. The type that has a clear before and after. The type that changes you as a person and your entire outlook on life. Like getting the answer to a question you didn’t even know to ask. I’ve never experienced one of those until right now.

“Holy shit,” Hunter says, lying down and adjusting me so that I’m half on top of him.

I chuckle. “Agreed. ”

He pulls me on top of him fully, and I straddle his hips. He’s already hardening for round two.

“Already?” I ask, grinding my pussy on him. “Do we need to break out the pie?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Good morning,” I say to Hunter, coming back into the room with our breakfast. I learned an hour ago that Hunter doesn’t like waking up in the morning. I’m envious of that, especially when I’m so used to getting up early to work at the diner, that it’s engrained in me to wake up early.

At least with the extra time I could whip up some breakfast. Hunter opens an eye and does a double take when he spots the food. He sits up so fast, I almost drop the plates.

“Give me.” He makes grabby hands for the plate full of cheesy scrambled eggs and homemade blueberry muffins. “You made this?”

“Yeah…”

He takes a large bite of the muffin and groans. “Holy shit, this is next level.”

“It’s just a muffin.”

“No, it’s not. It’s a muffin you made that’s fucking delicious. You could open your own store and sell only these, and they’d sell out every day.” He tries the eggs. “And add these to it. ”

I roll my eyes and take a bite of my own food. He’s so supportive and he’s barely had any of the things I’ve made. It’s different and unexpected and I can’t help but find it hard to believe that he really means it. Growing up, if anyone besides my mom or Nina gave me a compliment, it was a joke. Something they wanted to use to hurt me.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“How I’m still letting my childhood bullies influence me today,” I murmur, still lost in thought.

“Oh, so nothing deep or serious, then, at eight in the morning.”

I glance at him and laugh. “Exactly.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“I just realized I’m not the best at receiving compliments and believing them.”

“You know what that means?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Be prepared to be inundated by compliments. I’ve been slacking. I already promised you that in the hotel, but I didn’t follow through.”

“Please don’t.” I groan.

“Oh yes, I will. Let’s start now.”

“Let’s not.”

He grins. “You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

I roll said eyes.

“And you are the most talented person I know.”

“You must not know many people,” I joke.

“New rule. You’re going to have to repeat what I say and not discount it all. ”

“Why do you even care about this?” I ask, genuinely curious.

He gives me a pointed look. “How can I not care? I like you and I refuse to allow you to talk about yourself like that.”

Emotions bombard me, and I’m overwhelmed by his words. No one has ever fought for me; not like he’s doing. Or maybe Nina and Mom have, but I was too dismissive to notice or appreciate it.

Tears prick my eyes, and he puts our plates on his nightstand and pulls me into his lap. His arms wrap around me, and a jolt of electricity shoots straight from his touch into the deepest corners of my soul. “I told you, this isn’t fake for me anymore. I’m not sure if it ever really was.”

“Same for me.”

We stay like that for ages, and it’s perfect. We’re in our own little bubble and I’m afraid to pop it. To go back to the real world. Good thing I have another twenty-four hours with him before I have to leave.

I plan to make each one of these hours count.