Chapter 31

31

Hunter

I glance at the sticky pudding that smothers her breasts, except for her nipples, which peek through the gooey mess. They’re like blackcurrants, enticing me to close my mouth around them. The next second, I do just that. I squeeze one nipple and nip at the other one. A moan spills from her.

"Hunter," she gasps and winds her arms about my neck. I lick the dessert up from her breast, the complex sweetness of raisins and almonds mixed with the salty taste of her skin is a perfect blend of opposing flavors. I lick the last of the sauce from one breast, then turn my attention to the other. I eat my way through the pudding before I lick her nipple, which hardens further. I drag my teeth over the bud, and she shudders.

"You’re so damn responsive." I raise my head and stare into her eyes. "I want to eat you up."

"Thought you were already doing that."

"I haven’t even started."

She chuckles. "It shouldn’t feel this right, Hunter. Why does it feel so right?"

"Because it is."

"But it can’t be. You and me… It’ll never work."

"Trust me." I press a hard kiss to her lips. She opens her mouth, and I suck on her tongue. The taste of her is deeper than chocolate, more complex than nutmeg, more flavorful than citrus, and as contradictory as politics can sometimes seem on the surface. She pushes up and into me so our skin sticks together. She digs her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck and tugs on it. Goosebumps pepper my skin. I manage to lift my head and gaze into her face. Her eyelids flutter open.

"Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see me as I eat you out."

Her gaze widens. She opens her mouth, but I’ve already slid down until my face is above her pussy. I blow on her lower lips, and her hold on my hair tightens. I sink to my knees and bury my mouth in her cunt, and she groans. "Hunter, please, please, please?—"

She cuts out with a gasp when I stab my tongue inside her soaking wet channel. I twist my tongue inside her, and she screams as she orgasms. Her cum soaks my tongue and runs down my chin. I glance up to find her eyelids fluttering down. I squeeze her thigh. "Eyes on me, baby."

She raises her eyelids and glances down as I lick her pussy lips. I circle the swollen nub of her clit, then tease it with my teeth. Her entire body jolts.

I straighten, then grip her arms and twist them over her head. I lock them around the edge of the table. "Hold on."

I take a handful of the pudding, slap it over her pussy, and her gaze widens. She bites down on her lower lip as I sink back to my knees. I throw her legs over my shoulders, then bend my head and swipe my tongue from her puckered hole to her clit.

She writhes under me, locks her thighs about my neck, and I begin to eat her out in earnest. I nibble on her clit, lick her pussy lips, then stab my tongue inside her slit. I close my mouth over her cunt and her eyes roll back in her head.

"I can’t come; not again."

"You can."

I fit two fingers inside her pussy and scissor them in and out of her. I suck on her clit, add a third finger inside her, and her entire body jolts. I curl my fingers inside her, and she shudders.

"Ohgodohgodohgod," she chants.

I tease her puckered hole and she cries out. Her entire body jolts as she orgasms. I lick up the cum from her slit, from the crease between her pussy and her inner thigh, then surge to my feet. Her chest rises and falls, and her eyes have drifted closed. I press her thighs further apart, position her legs so she can lock her ankles about my waist, then shove down my sweats. I fit my cock into her slit, and she flutters open her eyelids.

Her golden eyes are almost colorless, her features are flushed, and her hair flows about her face like the halo of a goddess.

"Again?" She draws in a breath and lets out a sigh.

"And again." I plant my hand next to her head, then thrust my hips forward. Her gaze widens, and in one smooth move, I bury myself inside her. She parts her lips, and I close my mouth over hers. I absorb her scream, then thrust into her with enough force that the entire table moves forward. Cutlery falls to the floor, and one of the plates hits the wooden floor and rolls away. She jerks, but I don’t release her. I deepen the kiss as I pound into her, again and again. I slide my palms under her hips, angling her just right, then slam into her. My balls slap against her inner thighs. I tear my mouth from hers and check her face. "Open your eyes."

When our gazes clash, I pull out of her, then plunge forward again. I slide my hand between us, then grind the heel of my hand into her clit. "Come with me," I order.

She opens her mouth, and with a silent cry, she shatters. I thrust into her once, twice, thrice, then follow her over the edge.

"Umm, what was that?" She rubs her cheek against my chest.

After she came with me, I carried her to the bathroom, where we showered. And I went down on her and made her come again, then turned her into the shower wall and fucked her in the arse, and she came. Twice.

"That, baby, was me warming up."

She laughs, then groans. "Shut up, you egoistical monster."

"It’s true. I’m only now finding my stride."

"Right." She turns her face into my chest and inhales deeply.

"How do I smell?"

"Like sex and mint and lust and something sweet. You smell like us."

I lock my arms about her and pull her closer. She melts into me.

"How many, baby?"

"How many what?" Her voice is muffled. Her muscles relaxed. Her still wet hair lies in long coiled strands about her shoulders.

"You know what."

"No, I don’t." She clears her throat.

"It’s the reason why you’ve been screaming my name over the past few hours."

"That’s because you like it when I call your name."

"Which I do, of course. Guess you’ve forgotten why you did it though. Maybe I need to remind you?"

I begin to turn, and she slaps my shoulder. "Fine, fine, you asshole. Fine. That was because you made me orgasm."

I make a circular motion with my fingers, indicating she should keep speaking.

She huffs. "That was five orgasms?—”

“Six—” I smirk.

She throws up her hands. “Fine. It’s six so far, are you satisfied?"

"Not until I make you come another twelve times."

I made her come another three times, back-to-back, after which we both napped for a few hours. I woke up with a raging hard-on a few minutes ago and reached for her, only to find she, too, was awake. I reached over and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms about my shoulders and pulled me even closer. Now, I position myself between her legs, and she draws in a breath.

"I can’t, Hunter. I can’t," she whimpers.

"You can, baby. Lift your hips; let me in."

She obliges, and inch by inch, I slide inside her.

"Oh god, you’re stretching me, you’re so damn big," she groans.

Even after I’ve buried myself inside her again and again, it still feels like it’s the first time. I plant my elbows on either side of her head and peer into her eyes. I hold her gaze, tilt my hips, and sink further inside. Her gaze widens.

Strands of hair are stuck to her forehead. Her face is flushed, and her eyes, those gorgeous golden eyes, had turned silver and now, they’re a shimmering, translucent gray. The purple smudges under her eyes cause my heart to stutter. "I should let you sleep." I begin to pull out, but she locks her ankles about me.

"Not so fast, buster. You owe me another nine orgasms."

I rub my thumb over her cheekbone. "You could always take a rain check on it."

Her face pales. She looks away, then back at me. "I’d prefer to cash that check in now."

It was worth a try. I hoped to seduce her into agreeing to meet me again, but maybe it’s too early to get that commitment from her.

I brush my mouth over hers. "You sure, baby? You look tired."

Oh? She flutters her eyelashes at me. "Or maybe it’s you who’s tired."

"Oh?" I rotate my hips so my hardening cock slides even deeper inside. Her breath stutters. My lips kick up. "Does that feel tired to you?"

"That feels…so good." She wraps her arms about my shoulders. "Why does it feel like it’s the first time every time you fuck me?"

Her words echo my thoughts from earlier. I run my nose up her jawline, and she shivers. I curl my tongue around the shell of her ear, and she moans. "Hunter, please."

"What do you want, baby?" I nibble little kisses down her cheek to the edge of her mouth. "Tell me."

"You know what I want," she whines.

"Not unless you tell me, I don’t."

"I want you to fuc—" She gasps as I pull out and thrust back into her with enough force that her entire body moves up the bed. I lunge forward again, then bottom out inside her. Her back curves, her body stretched so tight, her muscles vibrate with tension. She’s close, so close.

I pull back, then peer into her eyes. "What are you thinking of now?"

"You."

"Who are you going to dream about, Fire?"

She swallows. "You, Hunter."

"Whose cock are you going to fall apart around?"

Her features flush, and her lips part. "Yours, Hunter, only yours." I lower my face to the curve of where her neck meets her shoulder, then bite down.

She moans, "Hunter, oh god, I’m going to?—"

"Come with me, baby."