24. Hunter

The room is darker than I expected. When we came up here earlier, it was filled with an ethereal aura, caused by the way the setting sun highlighted the warm wood. Now, the pitch-black night sky is dotted with stars, and the moon is the only source of light.

We fumble toward the bed, a mess of desire, all frantic touches and desperate kisses.

I'm a mess of nerves, too, as I'm divested of my sweatshirt and I step out of my jeans.

Greedy lowers me onto the mattress, then straightens and undresses. I watch each move, lost in the way the moon highlights every ripple of muscle.

His body is lean and hard in some places, but not in an intimidating way.

"You're sure, baby?" he asks from the foot of the bed, stroking his erection through his boxer briefs.

In answer, I sit and tear off my T-shirt. Next, I discard my bra, revealing my breasts. "I'm sure. I want you."

He joins me on the bed, his gaze flitting from my face to my chest and back again. His eyes shine with desire and reverence; hunger and lust.

"You already have me." He kisses me sweetly as I lean back and take his weight. "We don't have to have sex tonight. We have our whole lives to do this." With a sheepish smile, he brushes my hair away from my face, then cups my jaw.

Greedy looks at me like I'm worth being cherished. Like I'm a prize he can't believe he's won. His palpable desire makes me all the more sure that I want this—that I want him—and that there'll never be a more perfect moment than now.

"I want to have sex with you," I tell him, clear as day.

He grins, then his smile falters slightly. "I've never had sex with anyone before," he admits.

My eyebrows shoot up into my hairline. It shouldn't be that surprising, but with the way he was running his mouth and working those fingers earlier tonight, I thought for sure…

"Do you want this?" I ask, my heart pounding against my chest. He's asked for my consent multiple times; I should be extending the same consideration.

He drops his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. "With every fucking thing that I am."

Lacing my fingers into the hair at the back of his head, I kiss his lips assuredly. "I haven't had sex before either," I admit. "I'm not totally inexperienced," I rush to clarify. "There won't be any blood or anything. I just mean—"

He cuts me off with a searing kiss. "No wrong moves, Temi. You're my first and my last. I never knew what I was waiting for, but now I know it was you."

Sinking into his kiss, I revel in the way his lips glide over my mouth, my jaw, my neck, and my shoulders. I want him. I want this. I want to feel my entire body light up like a firework because of the connection we're about to share.

Greedy works his way down my body, kissing my collarbone and the space between my breasts.

I pop up on my elbows again, admiring him. "I've heard…" I swallow back my nerves and force myself to get the words out. "I've heard if the girl orgasms first, everything feels better."

Greedy freezes, his lips pressed against the top of my breast, right over my heart, then shifts back to look me in the eye. When his mossy-green irises find mine in the dark, they're smoldering.

"Baby, there was never any question about whether I was going to make you come first. It's only a matter of how." He dips his head and licks a line between my breasts, then pulls up again. "And how many times."

I gasp at the sensation, at the surety of his declaration, as a full-body shiver works its way through me.

Greedy pushes up into a plank position, biting his lip and studying me reverently. "These are such good tits."

I stifle a laugh, but then moan when warmth and wetness surround one nipple.

He doesn't just offer a playful nibble. He laps at my breast, alternating flicks of his tongue and long pulls with his whole mouth. He plays with my other breast, then eventually switches to lavish that one with the same kind of attention.

By the time he's starting in on my second breast, my hips are bucking beneath him, seeking friction.

"Fuck, baby. You love this, don't you?"

I whimper in response, focused completely on how every nip and kiss of my sensitive nipples creates a wave of undulating pleasure to the deepest pools in my core.

"Greedy," I plead, tugging at his hair.

Panting, he rests his head on my chest, his forehead on my sternum. "I know, baby. I know. I'm going to do that again, but this time, I'll do it on your clit, okay?"

I'm nodding. Panting. Shoving him down between my thighs without restraint. I want him. I need him. He's struck a chord deep in my soul. He's ignited a spark so visceral and heady I'm not sure I'll ever get my fill.

His first lick is tentative. He starts low, lapping around my entrance.

Then he curls his tongue and licks me from opening to clit. When he reaches my clitoris, not only does he kiss me there, but he gently spreads my thighs wider.

The light of the moon highlights his features as he gazes at my core. My whole body flushes as he really takes me in.

"You're beautiful, Hunter. I can't wait to see how you look when you're coming for me, baby."

With that, he dives in, devouring me as promised. He licks through my folds, holding my inner thighs open so wide they burn. He runs his nose through the trimmed strip of pubic hair, inhaling deeply, then suckles my clit.

He's everywhere, lapping at my lips, fucking me with his tongue, driving me higher and higher.

"Greedy," I pant, holding his head to my center and practically fucking his face. "I think I'm going to come."

He doubles down, sucking on my clit and grinding his face into my pussy until I topple over the edge. Waves of pleasure roll through me as my insides sing and my nerve endings dance in delight. My body is flying, soaring, cresting the wave and then somehow gliding even higher.

When it all becomes too much, I whimper and pull back.

Grinning, Greedy sits up and wipes an excessive amount of moisture off his face with the back of his hand. "If I don't have you right now, I might die."

I snort in response, and I don't even care if he hears it this time. I'm that comfortable with him. Then I pull him on top of me and kiss him deeply.

I can taste myself when I lick into his mouth, my arousal a tangy, heady flavor mixed with our saliva.

We're both breathless when Greedy pushes down his boxers and his cock springs free.

My hips lift on instinct, my body desperate to give and receive more pleasure, my soul aching to connect with his.

"I brought condoms," he tells me with a kiss to the tip of my nose.

"I'm on birth control," I offer, my heart stuttering as I tell him this next part. "I want to feel you bare."

His eyes widen and his breath catches. "You're sure?"

Nodding, I grasp his biceps. "I've never wanted anything more."

"I'll go slow. Tell me if it's too much, or if you want to stop, okay?"

"Greedy." I cup his face in my hands, urging him to look at me, desperate to tell him I've never experienced this feeling with anyone before. That I think I might love him. Instead, I say, "I trust you."

He guides his cock through my folds, using my arousal to lubricate his shaft. "You're so wet for me, baby," he praises.

I tilt my hips up, overcome by an almost animalistic need for him. "I want you."

"You have me." With that promise, he pushes in, inch by delicious inch, slowly but steadily filling my pussy.

"Holy shit," he groans, bracing himself with his palms splayed on the mattress on either side of me as we both adjust to the sensations.

I feel full—so deliciously full—but it doesn't hurt, nor does it feel like too much.

If anything, I want more.

I need him to move. I need him to fuck me.

I clench around his cock just like I did his fingers when we were sitting by the fire.

"Hunter." The groan that escapes him is guttural. "Baby, don't," he warns. "If you do that, this isn't going to last more than ten seconds."

Naturally, I do it again.

Grasping my face, he kisses me senseless. "I swear to god, woman."

We're both laughing when he finally pulls away, but his expression sobers when he gazes at the junction where our bodies are joined.

When he looks back up at me, his eyes shine with emotion. "This is the most spectacular moment of my life," he murmurs, the words hushed and reverent. "I don't want to rush it. I don't ever want to forget our first time."

He kisses me again, deeply, passionately, and then finally, mercifully, he begins to move.

He fucks me. I ride him. We make love, and we spoon. We both orgasm so hard and so frequently I'm afraid we'll dehydrate at this rate.

We spend hours moving together, connected in the most intimate way two people can be. Finding a rhythm and founding a love that I know, in my heart of hearts, will last a lifetime.

When we're both finally spent, we take a quick, steamy shower together, then we cuddle under the blankets and fall asleep in each other's arms.