Page 94 of Reverie

“Hunter!” I gasp, and my thighs tense, seeking more, more, more….

When I try to open my legs against the restriction, I grunt in frustration when Hunter presses them back together.

“We’ll get there, baby,” he says, and it’s clear he’s enjoying this.

“Stop teasing me,” I say, frustration eking into my words.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” he replies.

“Because it’s been forever and a day since I last had your cock inside me, and I miss it. So hurry the fuck up!”

He laughs outright, and I’m so grateful for the sound. I didn’t realize just how much I’ve missed him like this. A flash of our first date pops into my consciousness. He was so happy.Wewere so happy.

I pout, but it turns into a smile. Then that smile turns into an open-mouthed groan when he uses one arm to pull my thighs together even more and uses his other hand to slide between my pussy lips.

“Shit!” I swear. He laughs again, and I decide to take matters into my own hands and push my pants down further. They drop to my ankles, and I kick them off.

“You can go slow next time. This time needs to be fast,” I say.

God, I need to come. I need him to come with me. In me.

Hunter pulls my legs apart and rests on his heels, staring at my pussy for entirely too long. I pull on his hair, trying to spur him into action to do something. Anything.

But he pulls my hands from him and folds both of them over my navel.

Then he places his mouth over my cunt.

My back bows off the bed, and I struggle to keep my legs flat and my hands on my stomach. I want to race off and reach my height so badly. A part of me recognizes that I want to get there with him now, immediately, because I’m so uncomfortable with how things have been with us lately.

The distance. The cold.

I can’t stand it.

“Hunter, please,” I plead. I’m begging him now, but I don’t move my hands. I just stare down at his dark head as he laps into me.

Our gazes meet, and something in mine must make him pause because after a heartbeat, he pulls away, breathing deeply as he looks at the floor.

Please.

Hunter stands and whips off his shirt and shoves down his pants. His cock is so hard that it points toward his navel. I’ll never get tired of seeing him like this.

He leans over me so slowly until we’re face to face, and he kisses me, stealing my soul from my lips.

He puts his arms under my back and lifts me so that I lie in the middle of the bed, putting me on my side with a pillow wedged behind my back. With smooth movements, he climbs over me until our bodies meet in full, and he wraps my top leg over his hip. With aching slowness, the tip of his cock runs through my folds before notching in the mouth of my pussy.

“You never have to beg me for what you need, baby.” Inch by inch, he sinks into me, and darkness covers my field of vision as my eyes roll back. “We might play together here, but I’ll never withhold what you need.” He rocks into me, fully seated within my body.

I am so close to coming, I can taste it.

Hunter’s lips find mine again, and I place my hands on his shoulders, pressing my fingers into the tense muscles as my body coils tight. He rocks in and out, dragging himself over my most sensitive parts. But it’s when he pushes all the way into me, his pelvis kissing my clit, that he uses shallow movements to bring me there.

Right there.

One, two, three strokes. Then he says, “I’ll always take care of you, my precious, precious Winter.”

Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as I tip over, tumbling into an orgasm so consuming that I lose my sense of sound and sight.

“Fuck yes,” he swears as I clamp onto him, but he doesn’t change the languid pace. Instead, he kisses me, pressing us tighter together.

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