Page 27 of Naked

“Yes,” I croaked. I didn’t know why I liked it when he held me so firmly and kissed me so roughly, only that in Hunter’s hands I wanted all kinds of things I didn’t know I wanted.

He held me in place as he tongued my nipple. (I was right!) It hardened in his mouth as he sucked lightly. I gasped, arched, writhed under his care. His hand didn’t move. The light control allowed me to disengage my brain and give myself over to the “hellcat” as Hunter liked to call me, reveling in the feel of his lips on my sensitive skin, teasing me into a state of heated bliss.

I was floating in the clouds in my head, my body a cotton candy liquid magma, when he suddenly released me.

“My turn.” His eyes danced and twinkled with mischief.

I deflated a little. With just a few more strokes of his tongue I could have launched into outer space. But the twinkling and challenging brought out my competitiveness, and mixed with my inferno of desire, I took the bait. I pushed him to the bed, a little mad on power, and straddled him backwards so that I faced his cock as I sat on his stomach, palming his erection. In reaction, he gripped my hips and surged up, forcing me to grind against the hard ripples of his abs with my center.

It wasn’t wild penetrating immediacy—what my body wanted—it was a slow, sensual teasing and my mind was very, very onboard with that. I stroked his largeness while I ground down on his hardness.

Then I was suddenly sliding backwards, my chest falling to his stomach as he hitched my hips up over his shoulders, planting my lady bits directly on his face. “I need to taste you.”

And taste me he did. It took my breath away to have his lips on me.His tongue. I could write sonnets about his tongue. It was masculine and soft and seemed to never get enough of any part of me.

Which of course made me feel beautiful and erotic and special, and that was a turn-on all to itself. It made me want to return the favor, so I wrapped my lips around his very large erection and slid down his shaft, needing something to fill me since Hunter seemed intent on making me wait for that part.

He broke away gasping for air. “Fuck, that feels good, Til. I love your mouth on me.”

His praise spurred me on. I wanted to do more and more to excite him. Apparently surprising him turnedmeon. I fondled and massaged. Combined my fist with my lips. I licked and sucked and swirled, experimenting with different options and memorizing the results.

He shuddered and pulled away, smacking my ass playfully. “Turn around. I want to see you.” So I happily repositioned myself, legs spread on either side of his hips. His erection trapped between us, sliding along my folds. “Hell yes. Just like that.” Then he cupped my breasts and began to play.

The electricity washed over me and sent bolts straight to my core. My hips gyrated at random as I slid along his thick cock. It felt good to toy with him like this. To draw pleasure from his body with my own in different ways.

“Put your hand here.” He waved to the space beside his right shoulder. It brought my breasts near his mouth where he took them in his hands, sighing with wonder. “You have perfect breasts. Fucking perfect.” And then he devoured them. Feasting really was the perfect description for the way he moaned and sucked, moving from one to the other.

I arched as I ground against him, pleasuring my clitoris against his erection, all while thrusting my breasts closer to his face. I was wild and desperate for more contact, more intensity, anything to ramp the things I was feeling up to the next level.

“You ready for me?”

He was such a tease. A mental gymnast. A brain sadist.

I nodded furiously. “Yes. Please. Yes.”

“You don’t have to beg.” Then his eyes twinkled as he handed me a condom. “But I like it when you do.” He moved his hands over my breasts to my neck, wrapping around and lacing them together, firmly holding me in place, which of course, caused me to sigh in satisfaction.

I loved this connection, this...this tractor beam of physical intimacy. Hunter’s hands locking on and capturing my celestial body were the only thing that kept me from drifting lost through the cosmos instead of anchoring my body on his landing gear.

Or, you know, something like that.

I wanted his landing gear inside me, so I got to work rolling on the condom, getting a thrill of anticipation that in just a moment we’d begin docking maneuvers.

In short. I wanted his very large cock inside me. Who was this hellcat I became in his hands? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Whoever I was with Hunter was safe and open and the experience was mutual. I could think things likecockandpussyandfucking.I didn’t think Hunter ever spoke like this normally. I’d certainly never heard him demand or playfully tease about begging. Maybe together were different because this is who we secretly were deep down inside. Something so special it could only be shared with the perfect person.

Okay, maybe he wasn’tperfectbecause he was definitely too big for me, but he was close to perfect. That was the last thought I had before I sank down, taking the large head of his cock as far as I could stand it, working him inside me stroke by stroke. We both watched as my body transformed just for him.

“That’s right. Nice and slow.” He brushed his thumbs over my skin, his eyes filled with tender appreciation as he gazed up at me. “I love feeling you take me. So hot and tight.”

The dirtier he spoke, the hotter I became. I took in a deep breath as he slipped deeper into my channel, stretching me wide. At first, the sensation was so overwhelming I saw white. I couldn’t breathe. But then the shock was replaced by relief and then pleasure.

“Stretch for me. Take me deep.”

I shook as I rose back up his shaft and then back down a little deeper than before. Then I did it again.

Hunter removed one of his hands from my neck and caressed my breast and then my clit. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me. Do whatever feels right.”

The problem was that everything felt right. Even when it seemed wrong or too much. I wanted Hunter everywhere.

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