Page 25 of Hunter's Baby Girl

I finally opened my eyes and looked up at him and saw him looking down at me with a soft smile on his face. I wanted so badly to kiss him, to touch him, but he was still holding himself back from me. My hands ached for him, but I didn’t dare try to press any further.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, taking me in with his eyes. I felt a blush rise over my skin, and I turned my head away. Suddenly, I wanted to cover myself up.

“Why do you do that?” he asked. “Why don’t you believe me? Does it embarrass you to hear me say that?”

I nodded and turned my head back to him. “Yes,” I whispered. “I feel so . . . well . . . exposed. And you have me at a serious disadvantage right now.” I tugged gently at his sweater, and it was his turn to look away from me.

“Remember,” he eventually continued, “I’m calling the shots.” Suddenly, his head dipped down to my chest, and he was taking one of my nipples into his mouth. All thoughts of anything other than bliss were swept out of my mind. His tongue swirled skillfully around my sensitive flesh, and I sighed as it sent little shockwaves directly to my pleasure center.

Meanwhile, his free hand was gently skimming my calves, thighs, arms, shoulders, belly. He explored me, and I opened myself up to him, giving him full control over all of me. If only he would never stop.

My hands gripped the blankets, the pillow above my head, anything I could grasp that wasn’t Hunter, or Daddy, or whomever he was right now. And he was the only thing I wanted to touch, but I felt like he was so far away, even though his hand was now cupping my mound and I was moaning and begging him for more.

His fingers slipped into my wetness, and my hips jerked upward. I gasped, still so sensitive. He removed his mouth from my nipple and looked at me, watching me. I kept my eyes closed and turned my head from side to side as he lightly rubbed my clit.

“That’s right, baby,” he whispered, urging me on. “Cum for me. Let me watch you.”

I whimpered, his words sending me higher and higher. I spread my legs wider, opening myself to him, and he continued rubbing my clit with his thumb as he slid two fingers into my wet hole.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, feeling him sliding in and out of me at rapid speed. He pounded his fingers in, his knuckles slamming into me as his thumb flicked my bud. I heard his own rapid breathing, his grunts, his encouraging words. He was urging me on, telling me to cum for him again and again. I was so close . . . so close . . . I felt it building and building and getting closer until . . .

“Yes!” I screamed, my whole body shuddering at once as a second orgasm washed over me. I cried out again and again, releasing all of the pent-up energy that was inside me.

But then, without my trying, my cries turned into sobs. Before I knew it, I was sobbing inconsolably.

I knew this freaked Hunter out, and I heard his frantic voice in my ear, asking me what was wrong. But I didn’t want to tell him, and I couldn’t control this flood of tears. I turned away from him slightly, humiliated by this burst of emotion.

It took a long time for the tears to stop, but eventually they did. I was ashamed of myself for crying, but I knew exactly why I’d done it. As I cried, the reason for my tears was evident to me. I was crying for him. I wanted him. Was I too much for him? It was torture, not being able to touch him the way he was touching me. Did he not want me?

“What happened?” he whispered tenderly. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” I managed to say through the last shuddering gasps for air as I calmed down. “Believe me, that was amazing. It felt incredible, the whole thing.”

“So why did you cry like that?”

I couldn’t lie. And I didn’t want to. “Hunter. Do you not . . . want me? I mean, is this all we’re ever going to do together? Am I just too much for you? Don’t get me wrong. You’re great, and you make me feel great, and what we have is great. But . . . is that all we’re ever going to do? Because it’s awful, feeling like you’re off-limits.”

I saw what light there was in his eyes go out, and I instantly regretted sharing my feelings. But then I reminded myself that I had nothing to be ashamed of or sorry for. I was entitled to my feelings, and in that moment, I wanted him more than anything or anyone. It was awful not to be able to so much as feel him under my hands. So I stood strong and waited for him to respond.

“Hayley . . . I told you before, about how my ex got me started on the BDSM thing. Remember?” He glanced at me, and I nodded. “Well, see. She . . . We didn’t break up. She died. A couple years ago. She was my wife.”

I gasped. He hadn’t alluded to anything like this. He’d only called her his ex. That was it.

“Oh my God, Hunter, I am so sorry,” I said. Here I was, trying to get him to screw me, when he was still getting over his dead wife. I felt like such a tool. I placed a tentative hand on his arm.

“It’s okay. You can touch me,” he whispered. “Really, I don’t have a phobia or anything.” He chuckled half-heartedly. He lay down on the bed, on his back, and I propped myself up on one elbow.

“It was a car accident,” he said, throwing one arm over his eyes. “We were meeting for dinner, and I was running late. I had just started the business and was working insane hours, and it was our anniversary. I left her a voicemail, telling her to hold our reservation, and I sped over to the restaurant. But she wasn’t there. She’d never gotten there. Some kid, texting and driving. He crossed the median and hit her head-on.”

I placed a hand on his chest and felt my own heart breaking for him. I couldn’t imagine.

“I haven’t been with a woman since her. I know I told you I’ve had playmates, and I have. But it’s only gone as far as you and I have gone. Actually, the bath we took together was the first time I was naked with another woman in all this time. I just can’t . . . I don’t know, I still feel like it would be disrespectful to her. I know it’s fucked up, but that’s how I feel.”

He removed his arm from over his eyes and looked at me. “But, Hayley, believe me. I do want you. This isn’t any reflection on your desirability or anything else. It’s just . . . something I’m trying to get over. And what we do together, it’s sort of my way of trying to get over it. You know?”

“I get it. I wish you had told me before, but of course I understand why you didn’t. It’s something only you understand. I’m really sorry. I wish there was something else I could say or do,” I whispered. Now that I knew how much pain he’d been in, and was still wrestling with, my heart went out to him even more than it had before.

I took a chance and laid my head on his shoulder, then extended my arm over his chest. After a few long moments, I felt his arms wrap around me. We lay there, just like that, for a long time. Not saying a word.

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