Page 13 of Heartless Summer
His gaze locks on mine. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”
The sentiment arrows through the very heart of me. We’ve been together for so long. He’s my everything. The reason I breathe.
The need to feel him deep inside, filling me up, pounds through me as I allow my legs to fall open. His gaze settles on my core and a groan rumbles up from within his chest. The mattress shifts as he maneuvers his way between my thighs, spreading them further apart. As his hands brush across me, his thumbs rest against the outer edges of my pussy. Seconds and then minutes trickle by, and he doesn’t move a muscle. He simply eats up my naked body with his hot gaze.
Unable to bear the thick tension radiating through me, my teeth sink into my lower lip, attempting to trap the groan that’s trying to break free.
It doesn’t work.
With a smirk, his gaze darts to my face. “Hungry for my touch?”
“Always.”
The heat that flares in his eyes makes me feel like I’m being singed alive. “Good answer.”
With that, his mouth descends. A thick shudder of anticipation slides through me as he takes a long, leisurely lapof my pussy before circling my clit with his tongue. That’s all it takes for sensation to explode inside me. It starts in my core before rippling outward until it reaches the tips of my fingers and toes.
When he does it for a second time, I can’t stop myself from twisting beneath him. His hands tighten around my thighs, pinning me to the mattress and rendering me powerless. It's both heaven and hell. It only intensifies the pleasure rushing through my veins.
“Hunter,” I gasp.
His tongue turns demanding, stroking over me before dipping inside. Seconds later, he circles my clit, sucking it gently into his mouth until I have no other choice but to come undone. I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound from escaping as an orgasm streaks through me.
He doesn’t stop licking at my soaked flesh until he’s wrung every last drop. Only then does he press a kiss against me before rising to his feet and stripping off his clothing. The T-shirt and boardshorts get dropped to the floor before he crawls up my length and settles his weight between my spread thighs.
“I love you so much, Skye,” he says, gaze locked on mine.
“I love you, too.”
The head of his thick erection presses against my entrance and I shift my hips, encouraging him to slide deeper. I know how much he loves being inside my body, and I want to give him just as much pleasure as he showered upon me.
“Damn, baby. You feel so good.”
Once he’s buried to the hilt, his movements still. Instead of taking me hard and fast, he keeps the rhythm measured so it can build nice and slow. Even though I just came a handful of minutes ago, already I feel the stirrings of another orgasm as he carefully strokes me with his hard dick.
His gaze holds mine captive, never once relinquishing it.
“I want us to come together,” he whispers into the darkness. “I want to feel you clench my cock, strangling the life out of it.”
The growled-out words turn me on, pushing me closer to the edge as his hips drive into me. Every time he pulls out, I want to cry out and force him back inside where he belongs.
His teeth clench as the muscle in his shadowed jaw tics. The steady tempo of his thrusts continues to propel me to the precipice until I’m dancing on it.
“Please tell me you’re close,” he mutters, voice strung tight.
I nod, knowing I’m a few heartbeats away from shattering into a million jagged pieces.
“Thank fuck.” Relief flashes across his handsome face. “Come for me now, baby.”
With that, he thrusts inside me, hitting a spot deep within. That’s all it takes for me to explode. My pussy spasms, squeezing his hard length. A long, guttural groan escapes from him as he throws his head back until I can see the corded muscles of his throat. My name is chanted repeatedly, breaking the silence of the room. It’s the sweetest sound and only ratchets up the intensity of my own release. There’s nothing better than the feel of his cock jerking, painting my womb with his cum. It’s like he’s leaving a little piece of himself inside my body each time we have sex.
Once his muscles loosen, he huffs out an exhausted breath and collapses on top of me. He buries his face against the delicate hollow of my throat. When his warm breath feathers against my skin, I tighten my arms around him and hold him close.
“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers against my ear.
“I love you, too,” I echo.
I’ve never loved anyone more than Hunter. Not even my parents. It’s impossible to picture my life without him filling it.Nor can I imagine giving myself to another human being the way I do with him.
