Page 93 of 2204 Hunter Lane
The warmth of her body, her chest against mine, the scent of lavender and honey transferring onto my skin. This is what it felt like.This is life.
“Do you like me?” She whispered, both arms still secure around my neck as she leaned back to address me. “I mean… do you still hate me?”
I shook my head, smiling like a fuckin’ kid on Christmas morning and walked us to the bed. “I like you, Bambi.”
Normally, I’d take in my surroundings, see what kind of atmosphere I was working with but all my attention was focused on the girl right in front of me. Christ, she was a tease without even trying; her white tank top tight as tack, those tiny booty shorts and her radiant shiny skin, drawing me in.
I planted her on the bed, bringing my lips to hers once again. Her fingers sifted through my hair, scratching my skull as they made their way down my back.Fuck this is Heaven.
I trailed my lips across her cheek, planting soft kisses all the way down her neck to her collarbone. Every part of her enticed me, tempted me to move further but I didn’t know what she wanted and this was more than I could’ve asked for.
Once her fingers reached the hem of my shirt, she scraped long nails against my bare flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
“Yeah, baby…” I muttered, “I really fuckin’ like you.”
She snickered, balling my shirt in her hands and lifting it over my head, leaving my torso exposed and flushed against her thin tank top.
A soft hand cupped my cheek as her eyes trailed over the tattoo on my chest, reading the inked bible verse I’d gotten for my mom.
“What’s this from?” She queried, tracing over the lettering.
“Romans twelve.Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good…” I chuckled, balancing on my elbows as I lifted some weight off of her. “You read the rest. My mom wasn’t religious, but my grandma was. She loved that quote and my mom had it framed on my wall when I was growin’ up.”
The corner of her mouth turned up, her full, red lips urging me to kiss them. “Are you a sincere lover, Hunter Lane?”
Oh, she’s tryin’ to get the devil outta me.“How bout I prove you that one, darlin’.”
I ran my tongue up her throat, nibbling on the silk flesh behind her ear as I gripped her waist, finding my way to her breasts. My thumb circled her nipple over the fabric separating me from sweet skin.
“How far do you want to take this, Bambi?” I released, letting my fingers dance all over her stomach.
A breathy response left her lips. “As far as you’re willing to go.”
“That’s pretty fuckin’ far, baby.”
Her eyes flicked with desire as she pulled me down to her. “Take me there.”
Ask and you shall receive.My mouth slammed against hers, hungry for her flavour. She fumbled with my belt but I stood up before my button came undone.
I spied her like my prey, watching her needlessly as she flayed out on the bed.
“Take off your shorts.” I commanded, resisting the urge to do it my fuckin’ self.
Brown eyes were gleaming with longing as she fiddled with the pink silk and slid it down her legs.
My cock was rock solid, begging to be released from my jeans as I took in her perfect pink pussy, waiting to be toyed with.
I almost didn’t notice her lifting her top but I threw a hand up in protest. “Leave something on for me, darlin’.” My feet carried me towards the edge of the bed as I tugged her ankles down and spread her legs apart.
Her nipples pebbled underneath her tank top, pursing out from beneath the fabric. “Let me wonder what I can do to the parts I can’t see.”
I pet her thigh with the back of my hand, watching her wait and tremble, silenced by her anticipation.
“Don’t you move.” I ordered, stalking to the kitchen freezer and fishing out a cube of ice.
Walking back to the bedroom, I plopped the ice in my mouth and spotted her unmoving, being the good girl I asked her to be.
I knelt in between her parted legs and lifted one over my shoulder, holding the softened ice between my teeth and letting it graze along her inner thigh.
