Page 44 of Naked

Into oblivion

Tilley

His hands reached under my shirt—well his shirt—and splayed over my belly, pulling my back against his front as we stood in front of the mirror. I wanted slow and he wanted to see everything, so here we were, breathless just from touching.

I watched his eyes follow his hands under the shirt, cupping me. The intensity of his gaze was, in a word,hot.Althoughscorchingmay have been a better synonym. For the last two years I’d gotten to know this man through his humor, his kindness, and his loyalty to his friends and me. And after wanting him to see me as a lover, to have that heated look directed at me took my breath away.

He used his fingers to play with me, arousing me, watching it all unfold. I enjoyed watching him play with me. It fascinated me how my body reacted to his hands just as much as it fascinated me when he transformed in mine.

His fingers touched my breast and felt good. Those same fingers circled my nipples, pinching lightly and, somehow, my inner muscles responded. He massaged my clitoris and I grew swollen and wet. All physical.

Then there was the emotional side of things. His focus on me, his soft kisses and nibbles, his whispered praise. It all brought my mind to a place that yearned to be pleasured—where nothing else existed but sex and love. And then there were the things he said. The words he chose to use brought out that other side of me.

The hellcat.

Spread for me.

Take me.

You are so beautiful when my cock is inside you.

One, two, three, the locks tumbled and Tilley fell away. I arched backward, wanting him inside me.

“Already?” He tutted. He rolled my nipples and I moaned. “But I want to enjoy you first.”

“Then enjoy me.”

He spun me around and lay me back against the dresser, nipples in the air. I turned and watched our reflections as he took my nipples into his mouth one at a time, pulling on my invisible strings, toying with me until I was panting. Then he was on his knees tasting me before he turned me back around and entered me from behind. We watched each other. Our open, shocked mouths as he fought his way inside me, his straining muscles and my flushed skin.

He drove deep and then stopped, stretching me wide with his thick invasion. From there it was a tug of war. His pulls, my pushes, using the leverage of the dresser to take more when I needed it. He slowed our rhythm by taking my hips in his hands and holding me still, rocking slowly into me with just the head of his cock until I was gasping for air.

Then he thrust deep inside, filling me completely, as I came all around him.

I could barely stand when he took me in his arms and carried me to the bed. “Get ready. We’re not anywhere close to done.”

This statement sent a thrill through me. Nearly two weeks of being together should feel exhausting by now, but knowing this was it for many more weeks to come made me greedy.

He kissed my skin everywhere as I came back down and found my breath. Then he rolled on a condom and pulled my hips up his thighs, exactly as he did our first time together in Seattle.

“For the record, this position is my favorite.” He said it to himself as much as he did to me. Hunter seemed to be lost in his thoughts and fixated on getting inside me again.

I mumbled something incoherent as he pressed the head of his cock into my channel. All I could think wasyes. More. More!There wasn’t enough to keep me satisfied while we were apart. I didn’t care if I passed out from orgasm exhaustion. I just wantedmore.

Mostly I wanted more time together, but since that wasn’t possible, I was going to make the most of the time we did have.

He worked his way back in inch by inch, grunting deep as he watched my body take him in. He fingered my clit and then surged forward for more before lowering his body over mine, our noses nearly touching. “I like when you’re under me.”

“I like when you're over me.” I looked down so I could watch him move inside me, watch his abs as they tensed and moved. I let my gaze travel over his chest and arms, and finally back up to his eyes. The intensity took my breath away.

“I love the way you look at me,” he murmured.

“I’m going to miss you.” I groaned and arched as he slammed into me. I got the distinct impression his goal was to make me sore so I’d remember him on my trip back.

I would remember him. Every time I touched myself it would be with memories of his mouth and his fingers. He’d so completely entranced me that I couldn’t imagine getting pleasure any other way. His tongue, his moans, his cock.

As he thrust into me over and over I confessed. “Every day I’ll miss your fingers on my nipples so I’ll stand in the shower and touch myself, pretending it’s you.”

He moaned, eyes wide as he looked down at me plucking myself.

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