off,” he offers hoarsely. I feel a throb between my legs, followed by a rush of needy warmth.
Oh my God.
Somehow I manage to nod, and his hand is fishing in my gown. I can barely stand to watch him. I’m already panting, and my eyes want to squeeze shut. I won’t let them. Fate has given me this gift, and I intend to experience it. I inhale deeply, trying not to pass out.
Hunter swallows as he strokes my calves and traces up my thigh, across my hip. He looks dazed as he lifts my panties with his finger, stroking oh so gently over me.
I whimper, and he moves between my legs, the fingers of his free hand tangling with mine, guiding my hand, stroking me lightly, making me want to burst as he positions my finger, wraps his palm around my hand, and urges me inside myself.
His finger circles my clit, and I can’t help gasping, clenching and unclenching as my hips want to thrust. My legs are locked, my feet arching. All the blood in my body has rushed under our joined fingers.
“You’re gonna like this,” he rasps. Then my finger is joined by his.
This is the most I’ve ever had. I can’t help moaning with the fullness of it. As I reach for him, clutching his forearm, he grins and ducks under my gown. I can feel his body’s heat as he shifts, moving sort of onto his knees. Then I think his head is—
I gasp as the soft heat of his tongue meets my flesh and then pushes, velveteen and slick and tickling, into my slit, parting my lips so I can feel his breath on my clit.
“God,” I moan.
My thighs clamp around his shoulders as pleasure swells in me and rolls like a wave through my lower body. He laps gently at my clit, and I groan loudly, grabbing his head, nearly coming off the bed as he traces a circle around that hot and throbbing button and then tongues his way down, lapping hotly even lower as his finger presses deeper.
“Oh my…God.” My body shivers—like a reflex—and sweat pops out along my hairline as he nips gently at my tender skin.
I hear a chuckle as his finger shoves deeper; he’s pushed in so deep, I can’t help how I lift my hips as his tongue shoves gently in between my lips and back up to my clit, and—
“Shit!”
He’s lapping at me—softly, wetly, not hard enough. I thrust again, a helpless jerk because my legs are shaking too much to work. He moves up and down, not giving me what I want…teasing. Then I’m gripping his hair hard. He makes a sound like a laugh before pressing his hot tongue right where I’m throbbing. He’s flicking lightly over that spot, making me moan—too loud—but I can’t help it. He’s doing voodoo with his fingers, pushing deep in, and I’m crying out—these little breathy cries to keep from screaming like I want to.
The languid circling of his tongue around my clit and then the wet, warm stroking up and down, between my puffy lips.
“Hunter,” I try. His hand is thrusting, and, “I’m going to—”
My whole body shudders as his mouth closes over my pussy and he starts rolling his tongue over my sweet spot. At the same time, he’s filling me so deep, his fingers curling so good that I yell out, and then oh holy shit.
His tongue traces my clit just so, and I’m done for.
Even as I’m throbbing, spasming around his hand and groaning like an animal in heat, I’m shocked and awed, aware that I have never had an orgasm like this one.
In its wake, I realize I’m still shaking; I’m bereft and gasping, humiliated and so very sated. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around myself, feeling like the simpering virgin that I clearly am.
How long can I keep my eyes shut? When at last I peek up at him, Hunter grins, surprising me by stretching his gorgeous body over mine, hovering for a moment just above me before he dips down, kissing me lightly, even sweetly, on the lips. I can taste the salt of him, and—oh God—myself. Mostly, though, he smells like bourbon. When he tickles his damp mouth down my neck, I shudder so hard I think that I might burst.
He cups me over my gown, dragging a fingertip over the spot where I’m still throbbing. Just one little stroke and—