Page 21 of Naked

My traitorous, wanton body

Tilley

Iwas a different person with Hunter. It scared me six months ago. Who was that woman who took over my mind and body? I wanted to touch and be touched. I wanted to taste and bite and lick. And be licked. I asked for things I didn’t know I wanted and he showed me things I didn’t know existed.

So yes I ran. For so many reasons.

And now I knew the truth. It wasn’t a fluke. This is who I was with Hunter.

And I liked it.

This woman was powerful. She took commands. She wanted and wanted and wanted. I loved the look of complete abandon that washed over his face when I told him to lay back. Loved that he gave himself to me without question. I wanted to believe I gave him the best orgasm of his life, but I realized now it wasn’t about where I stood on a scale or what my skill (or lack thereof) was. It was the act of being with someone I cared so much about—knewso much about—it made every touch, sound, and taste different.

Nothing would ever be like this because no one else could possibly be Hunter.

He stood up from the bed and backed me up against the wall. Heprowled.“I hate all your clothes because they’re touching you and I’m not.” Then he pulled my shirt up just enough to run his fingers along my belly.

I hissed.

He grinned. “That’s right.” He stroked around my hip and up my spine. I arched into him, loving it but also needing more. My shirt went up over my head and then he was dropping kisses on the exposed parts of my breasts. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

He smiled up at me and his eyes twinkled. “Oh I missed you, too. But I was talking to them.” Then he winked and resumed his sucking, teasing discussion with my breasts.

And honestly? I was lost already. Each kiss obliterated the thoughts in my head and heated me up from the inside out—and he was barely doing anything at all. Until he hooked his index finger into the cup of my bra and yanked it down, exposing my nipple. He watched as it hardened in the cool air and then sucked it into his mouth.

I bucked off the wall. “Oh!” I couldn’t form words. Hell, I couldn’t form numbers at this point. If someone asked me what two plus two was I’d probably say twenty-two. That’s how wild he drove me, especially when he wrapped his large hands around my hips and held me to him. I don’t know what it was about this gesture, but it made me shiver and roll my hips and want to hand over the keys to my car.

He reached behind and unhooked my bra, tossing it away like he was flicking a diving catch to a second baseman, and devoured my other nipple with his luscious mouth. I groaned with want. He smiled against my skin and began working my jeans off. When he got them loose enough he dove into my panties and pressed. I saw stars.

“If I remember correctly,” he murmured against my skin as he kissed his way down my belly, pulling my jeans down my legs as he went, “you enjoyed it very much when I kissed you down here.”

I stepped out my pants and Hunter pulled my right leg over his shoulder, massaging my thigh and opening me to his kisses. I flattened against the wall, palms pressing into the smooth white. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

So many times I stood against my bedroom wall and touched myself, remembering Hunter on his knees for me, but now I had the real thing and it was a million times more incredible. Maybe it was the way he looked up at me like I was the sexiest woman on earth, or maybe it was the pleasure he seemed to derive from tasting me. But I suspected it was the same thing that made me so excited when he was on the bed. There was nothing quite like handing over complete control to someone else, having that vulnerability in the palm of your hands.

That level of trust? It was satisfying and exciting. It brought its own layer of pleasure to the entire experience.

And so here I was, giving my body to Hunter to explore and loving every minute of it.

He teased me, running his tongue in circles over the skin just below my belly button and above my hairline. It tickled a little but also made me want more. His fingers danced along my folds but never pressed or entered. He placed a hand to each thigh and pushed me wide, then licked a slow, warm, shuddering path. I wanted to cock my hips forward, to press myself against his lips, but I held still, eyes closed, andfelt.

I began to moan. Not with want, but with frustration. That’s when he affixed his talented mouth over me and sucked. Lightly at first. His tonguedid things. I wasn’t sure what but it made it hard for me to catch my breath. He took his time, slowly ramping up the pressure and suction, until I grabbed his head and rode his face right into the sunset.

When he stood up and smiled at me...well I’d never seen a cockier man. I was loose and so deep in this sexual headspace I wouldn’t have recognized myself if I looked in the mirror. “Bed. Now.”

He sauntered ahead of me, stopping at his luggage to retrieve a box of condoms. “This bed?” He teased.

I wanted to climb him like a tree, cockiness and all. Maybe evenbecauseof the cockiness. His teasing mixed with his confidence made my heart flutter. I wanted to ride him, but as he cast his dark gaze over me, I knew he was about to ask for something different—and that I wouldn’t want to say no.

“Lie down,” he said softly.

My traitorous, wanton body complied immediately.

“I want to touch you. Tolearnyou.” He skated his hand up my thigh, between my folds and to my entrance. “May I?”

I looked up as he stood over me, fingers petting, waiting for permission. “God yes. Touch me, Hunter.” I didn’t recognize my own voice and I didn’t care. I wasn’t Tilley anymore. I was Hunter’s lover.

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