Page 28 of Naked

He slid his fingers over my folds and rubbed lightly on my swollen clit. The change in pressure made me ache and my core contract. I wanted him inside me so I slid back down again, taking all of his thick cock.

“Jesus,” he hissed. “You’re like a vice.”

As good as his fingers felt, I didn’t want to come just yet, so I took his wrist and returned his hand to my neck. “Don’t let me go.” I was drifting. Untethered. Lost.

He squeezed my neck with his large, rough hand and brought me right back.

I rose up and took him again.

He groaned.

I began to move faster.

He guided me with his hands. His hips beginning to rise as we found a comfort in this position. I could tell he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm or hurt me, but also desperate to plunge and take. So I stopped and hovered over him, allowing him to take me from below as he held on to me above. I held perfectly still in his grasp, reveling in the feel of him moving inside me. The sight of him straining was so erotic. The fact that I couldn't move only intensified the experience. Then he released me, gripping my hips instead as he slowed his pace to a frustrating crawl, teasing me with the head of his thick cock.

“Come for me. I’m desperate to feel it.”

I couldn’t have stopped my orgasm if I had to. It hit hard and I crumpled forward, writhing as my muscles all tensed at once, pleasure rocketing through my body in wave after wave of ecstasy.

He pulled me to standing, his hands on my face as he kissed me ever so tenderly before catching my gaze. “I want you to tell me all your fantasies so I can make them come true.” He brushed his knuckles over my cheek, down my throat, between my breasts. “What’s the first thing that pops into your head?”

As commanded, a vision appeared in my mind and instantly took hold. Me flushed, Hunter behind me, both of us watching in a mirror. “I want to watch. Us.”

He smiled, his fingers landing on my hips. “I like this fantasy. And it’s easy to fulfill.” He guided me to his wide, sturdy dresser with a large wood framed mirror above. “Will this do for now?”

Oh yes.

I took his hands in mine and moved them over my body before I leaned forward, placing my hands on the edge of the dresser and examining my own body. Breasts hanging, nipples hard, hips wide in his strong hands.Yes.

“You like it.Good. I’ll be right back.”

I looked back at his retreating, fine ass. “Where are you going?”

He tossed me a cocky grin. “I need a new condom and I think you might enjoy having to wait.”

He wasn’t wrong.

The longer I waited the more frustrated—in a needy way—I became. When he returned he surprised me by essentially starting over, taking his sweet time to savor my body—and all my reactions to him touching my body—in the mirror.

He was so gorgeous to look at. All muscle. All power.

And I was wet again. Especially because while I was imagining the way his muscles strained when he pounded into me...or tensed when he tried to use restraint...he was cupping my breasts and fondling my nipples. His fingers might be on the top half of my body, but he was pulling the strings of my lower half. Every pinch made my core contract. Every roll made my clit throb. I began to wiggle my ass against his erection, hoping to coax him into filling me.

But my god this man had the restraint of a superhuman alien because even though I could see he wanted me, he held back, working me up to the point of insanity.

And then hestilldidn’t take me. Instead he moved his fingers inside me.

I moaned, pushing back.

His eyes locked with mine in the mirror. “You want me to talk dirty?”

“I want you to fuck me.” The words surprised me at first, but then I realized it was precisely what I was thinking.

I pushed back again, but to no avail.

“You want me to fill this sweet pussy up with my giant cock?” He thrust his fingers.

His intense words made me hot. Seriously hot. It was like my entire body wept from wanting him to do exactly what he said but knew he wasn't going to do it.

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