Chapter 23

23

Hunter

"Anything," I murmur.

She blinks away the brightness in her eyes, then offers me a slight smile. "There was this one thing."

"Oh?"

She releases her hold on my wrist, only to trail her fingers up my forearm. Goosebumps pop on my skin. My shoulder muscles tighten.

"I have this burning sensation in my center," she murmurs.

"Was that here?" I kiss the tip of her nose.

"Not the center of my nose." Her lips tip up.

"Is it here, perhaps?" I lower my head and kiss the hollow at the base of her neck. Her scent—that blend of orange blossoms and vanilla, with a tang of pepper, instantly goes to my head. My cock thickens. "Or maybe here?" I press tiny kisses down to the space between her breasts.

Her breath hitches. She grips my shoulders, and I can’t stop the rumble of satisfaction that wells up my throat. I continue to kiss my way down to her belly button. "Was it here, you think?"

"No," her voice trembles.

"Or maybe here?" I drag my chin down her lower belly to the flesh just above her clit.

She writhes under me, then digs her fingers into my hair.

"Not there." Impatience threads her voice, and I chuckle.

She tugs on my hair, and pinpricks of heat zip down my spine. My balls tighten.

I press a kiss into her inner thigh, and she moans. I nibble on the skin over her thigh and she pushes up her core, chasing my tongue.

I laugh and she makes a noise at the back of her throat. "Are you teasing me, Whittington?"

"Always, Fire."

She rears up, but I flatten my palm in the center of her chest and hold her in place. "Patience, Fire."

"Fuck patience," she snaps.

"Now, where’s the fun in that, hmm?"

"I’m beginning to wonder if you can even find my cli—" She gasps as I swipe my tongue up her pussy lips. I wrap my tongue around the swollen nub hidden there, and she yanks on my hair. "Oh, god, Hunter."

Finally, fuck. "If I knew this is what it took for you to say my name, I’d have gone down on you as soon as I met you."

"As if I’d have allowed it."

I ease my tongue inside her channel, and she groans.

"You were saying?"

She pants. "I was saying that—" She yells, for I’ve slid my palms under her butt and squeezed the flesh. At the same time, I bite down on her clit.

She thrashes her head from left to right, yanks on my hair with such force, I’m sure she’s pulled out tufts of strands. "Ohmigod, ohmigod!" She pushes her pelvis into my face as I continue to fuck her with my tongue.

Her entire body shudders.

I pull back for a moment, only to throw her legs over my shoulders. I cup her arse cheeks and position her so when I stab my tongue inside her next, she groans. Color smears her neck, her cheeks. Her eyelids are squeezed shut. Her mouth is open and she pants. Her entire body is an arc of desire, a bow of lust, and I’m the arrow that’s going to slot into her center and make her come so hard, she’s not going to be able to see straight for days. I continue to eat her out, and when she squeezes her legs about my neck in a vice-like grip, while her pussy clenches down on my tongue, I know she’s close. I apply pressure on her thighs, so she parts them enough for me to rise up and crawl up over her. "Open your eyes," I order.

She flutters open her eyelids and her pupils are so expanded, there’s only a circle of gold around the black. I sit up on my knees and she frowns.

I position myself over her so my hips are over her face and her pussy is directly below mine.

"Open your mouth."

She instantly complies.

"You okay with this, baby?" I look between her eyes.

She holds my gaze, then wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and slides it between her lips. No hesitation, she takes me down the column of her throat, holding my hip with her other hand. A groan rips out of me. I grit my teeth to stop myself from fucking her mouth. I dig my elbows into where I have them positioned on either side of her thighs, then force myself to open my eyelids.

"Do you remember your safe word?"

She nods.

"Anytime you need me to stop, tap my thigh."

Her gaze widens. Then she pulls back, allowing my cock to slip to the edge of her mouth, before she tips up her chin and takes it down her throat again

"Oh, fuck." I watch as, without breaking the connection with my gaze, she pulls back again and rolls her tongue up my length.

"You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?"

She merely swallows me down her throat, then gags. Saliva slides down the edges of her mouth, and maybe that’s when I fall in love with her a little. So, I’m a cliché, but goddamn, if she isn’t the most perfect woman in the world right now, as she massages my balls while swallowing my cock, like she was born for it.

I lower my face to her pussy, then squeeze her thighs apart and begin to eat her out in earnest.

She stutters. Her hold on my hip tightens. She’s even more aroused than a few seconds ago. Fat drops of cum pool between her legs, and I lick them up. So fucking sweet. She tastes like honey and cloves. An amalgamation of tastes I’m never going to forget. I tilt my head, glide my tongue inside her, then out, then in, out, in. As I find my rhythm, her entire body jolts. Her movements become frantic, and she stuffs me down her throat, then out. And again. The blood rushes to my groin. Sweat beads my shoulders. I rub my whiskered chin down her clit, and she gasps. She arches up so my cock slides impossibly deep down her throat. The ball of tension at the base of my spine tightens and my entire body shudders. Fuck, I’m too close. Too fast. And this time I’m coming inside of her. I pull out of her, then flip around. I settle between her legs.

"You ready for this, baby?"

She nods.

I wrap her hands around the headboard, then throw her legs over my shoulders. "Hold on."