“Yes.” Another surging wave of pleasure cascades through me as his fingers draw partway out then push back in. His thumb works its magic, skating all around where I need him but not giving the pressure I crave.
I push up on my elbows. “I want to touch you…” He walks to me on his knees, bringing his lower body closer even as his hand still works me.
I wrap my hand around his long erection, stroking upward, making him moan. I trace a fingertip around the rim of him and Hunter rocks himself against me.
“Fuck…”
I wrap my hand partway around him again, squeezing gently as I stroke downward. I’m not sure I’m doing it right, but his breath starts to come in harsh tugs. His fingers, shoved into me, have stilled, as if he can’t summon the coordination to work me while I work him. I suppress a grin, because I love this—giving him pleasure.
He surprises me by stretching over me to kiss my mouth. His fingers slide most of the way out, but he’s still got enough reach to rub around my clit as he kisses me hot and deep and open-mouthed.
“Jesus,” he pants, “you’re so perfect.”
“You are.” I kiss his shoulder and his forehead then his mouth. I nip at his lip. He shifts so his hand leaves where it’s rubbing, and he moves so he’s in between my legs. His dick rubs right where I need it, teasing me as we kiss till I’m trembling and needy.
“Please, Hunter.”
“Please what?” He grins a wicked grin that gentles as he rubs his hot, thick tip against me. I come off the bed. Oh God, I need him inside.
“Give it to me,” I say in a voice that’s weak and shaky.
“I’d love nothing more,” he tells me, with a rakish grin. Then he stuns me, leaning in between my legs to lap with his tongue.
“Ohhh God. God.” My hands are shaking as I grab onto his hair. “Oh Jesus.” He pushes a finger in…and then another one. My toes curl. Then I’m rocking myself, trying to fuck his big hand.
“Hunter!”
“It’s all right. You just relax,” he whispers. Then he laps at me like dripping ice cream, making me moan and grunt and come undone. It feels better than I could imagine. I’m near screaming as my pleasure bursts forth, lighting my whole body up and washing me in pure bliss. It’s a long time before I drag my eyes open. I feel flushed and dizzy as I peer up at him. He’s grinning smugly like some sex god.
“That was…” I blink. “Wow.”
He grins more, somehow. “Yeah? You okay?”
“Okay?” I laugh. “Try…incredible.”
“Now that you are,” he says with kind and earnest eyes, and then he’s reaching for the bedside table. When he sits back on his haunches, I frown, confused till I notice one of his hands in a fist.
His eyes are asking mine questions, and I realize he just grabbed a condom. He’s waiting for me to say something.
“Hunter, put the condom on.” I laugh, and he laughs, grinning and shaking his head.
“Never push a virgin,” he says.
“No,” I giggle, as he rips the packet open. “You just push inside her.”
My face burns as I say it. Hunter notices and leans up again to kiss my cheek.
“I can do that, Miss DeVille. I’ll fill you up and see how you like that. You’re gonna be sore.”
“I hope.”
He crawls off me, and he starts to roll the rubber on. I push up on my elbows again. “Can I help?” I whisper.
His eyes are hooded as he glances at me. “Yeah,” he murmurs.
It’s a little harder than it looks—both the task and his long, girthy erection—so it takes me time to get it lined up right atop his weeping, plum-sized head. I’m worried my fumbling might have ruined the moment, but then I roll it down his shaft and he gasps.
“Fuck.”
Hunter urges me onto my back, dips down and licks me one more time, and slides a finger in. “You’re so wet, baby.”
“Ready for you,” I say, breathless. I’m about to climb the walls—I’m so ready to feel him.
He crawls atop me again, one knee between my legs, and kisses my throat softly. “This is gonna hurt. I wish it didn’t.”
“I don’t mind.”
He moves back down in between my legs, running his tongue between my swollen lips, probing his fingers into me, until I’m moaning sharply. I just need to be filled. “Hunter...”
And then he’s taking himself in hand, pressing his head against my heat and rubbing tantalizingly right where I want him.
“Oh, please.”
“Please what?” His eyes are happy as he smiles down at me.
“Please make me no longer a virgin.”
He rubs his condom-sheathed head against my slickness until I’m thrusting my hips. Then his hand strokes my hip as his other one holds his shaft. His green eyes cling to mine and I can feel the weight of his erection, pressing harder than before.