He was careful. He never put all his weight on me, but I felt him everywhere. My hands roamed over his chest until I couldn’t wait any longer and moved down, fumbling with his pants.
I struggled with the fly, but before it was undone, he moved to my chest. The descent down was torturous. He took his time at the column of my neck, his hand pressed against one side, while the other side was covered by his mouth. He nipped and bit. I tried to pull away, not quite ready for him to be so aggressive. Though part of me quivered at the prospect.
“Shh, not that tonight, I promise.”
Hunter moved down my body, his lips leaving a burning trail in their wake as he moved to my breast. He moved to wrap his lips around my nipple and my eyes shot open. I swallowed hard as his tongue swirled and the air left my lungs. My eyelids fluttered shut, while warm sensations zipped through my blood. I grabbed onto his head as an irrational fear gripped me that he might leave my breast. My hands twined in his hair. I felt my lower half tingling with arousal.
“Hunter…”
It came out as a whimper. I had to call his name. He had to know what his sweet tortures was doing to me. His hands tightened around my waist when I involuntarily bucked my hips toward him.
He removed one hand from my hips and up to my breast while he moved his mouth to my other breast, treating it with the same care as the first. He rubbed his callused hand against my soft nipple while his own hips moved in a dangerously, thrusting motion.
I needed more. I needed it more than I needed air. I wasn’t sure how to tell him, so when he started to leave my breast and trail kisses down my stomach I sighed with relief. His tongue flickered right above where the button of my jeans laid. I jerked once, my eyes closing at the sensation.
Hunter unbuttoned my pants, taking an eternity with my zipper. He pulled down my jeans, his fingers looping under the boy-shorts I was wearing as underwear. I didn’t have any “sexy” underwear; these black ones were the best I had. I was blushing hard, and kept my head down as his knuckles brushed against my legs. Thankful for my attentiveness shaving.
He pulled my jeans all the way off. I kept my legs pressed closely together. What would he think? I was blushing so hard that I was sure that my neck and my chest were cherry red. His large hands wrapped around my legs as he slowly moved back up. I swallowed hard when he helped guide them apart. I was parting them but his light touches made it easier to just let go.
I was terrified. Not of him but this was so new, this was the most exposed I had ever been in my life. I started to pull away when Hunter’s face came into my view.
“Please don’t be afraid.”
He kissed the side of my mouth. I moved to kiss him. He had moved one hand to my inner thigh while we kissed and oh. I had to pull away, I couldn’t breathe. His touch was gentle yet tempting.
His fingers brushed against my most sensitive spot, causing me to gasp and writhe. I had no control over my body. I was his completely.
Hunter groaned and pressed his head into my neck.
“Colette, you’re so wet,” he whispered, the tip of his tongue gliding along the shell of my ear.
His words sent another zing right down my gut. I bit my lip when his hand brushed against me. My head was foggy with need. His simple touches against my flesh weren’t enough. I carved more.
“Hold on,” he moved down my body, much quicker this time, and pushed my thighs apart. His breath fanned against the sensitive skin in my inner thigh.
My heart felt like it was in my stomach. There was a momentary battle of fear and excitement with a huge splash of desire. When he draped my legs over his shoulders, I clutched the sheets. I felt the first stroke, everything after that was desire. He tongue circled my sensitive nub. I was going to fall to pieces.
“Hunter…”
Hunter’s response was another stroke of his tongue, and a finger in addition. All I could think was oh shit as he pressed in. At first it hurt, like a pinching, but his digit slipped