Page 97 of The Mating Game
“Next time,” he promises quietly, pressing one last kiss between my legs before he pushes back up again.
I can’t do anything but watch as he starts to shove his pants down broad thighs that are dusted with the same dark hair that covers his chest, thick and corded with muscle that he surely got doing wilderness tasks that make the cavewoman part of my brain purr. But none of that really compares to the shocking size of him—long and so heavy that even fully hard it sort of hangs between his legs instead of jutting upward. I didn’t have time to fully appreciate it last time with how frantic we were, but I sure as hell do now.
I’m not a virgin by any means, but that doesn’t mean I’m not equal parts excitedandnervous when I see all of him, knowing that this is really happening. That he’ll be inside me. Not that I have any real time to dwell on it, given that Hunter seems to be single-minded right now.
He crawls up next to me only to urge me to turn onto my side, then wraps an arm around me to pull my back against his front as easily as if I were some cotton-filled doll rather than a fully grown woman. His hand makes my thigh seem tiny when he curls his fingers around it, lifting and pulling it back to drape over his so that my injured ankle hangs safely behind his calf.
At first I’m a little put out by the fact that I can’t see his face in this position, but then Hunter starts to lick at a spot where my shoulder meets my throat, and I sort of forget where I am. I feel his fingers skimming back up my thigh before he reaches between my legs to tease my swollen, slick folds, running his knuckles between them in a slow up-and-down motion that’s only interrupted by the periodic rubbing of my clit, which makes me squirm against him.
“Talk to me,” he says into my neck. “Can you take my cock now? Tell me what you need.”
Idon’tsay that if it weren’t for my somewhat busted ankle I would be pushing him to the floor and taking advantage of him in utterly obscene ways, forcing a nod instead, because I am sowetalready with the climbing heat threatening to take over me.
“You can—I can—Hurry.”
Oh.
The head of his cock is so broad and sohot, but in a way that makes me want to sink down farther, to feel his heat deeper. I would too, if it weren’t for the sheer fuckingsizeof him. I can say with utter confidence that I haveneverexperienced anything like it.
I reach behind me to tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to my throat to encourage him to keep going. His kisses are sloppier now, with a staccato rhythm, as if he loses just a little more focus with every inch that he gives me. I can feel warm breath puffing against my skin from his nostrils in that same sharp rhythm as he holds his breath again and again like he’s simply forgotten how to breathe properly, and I tilt my head back in pleasure as he fills and fills andfillsme until it feels like he’s touching every part I knew about and a few that I didn’t know even existed.
“Fuck.” His entire palm flattens between my legs to cup me, and he slides a finger on either side of where we’re joined. “You’re so tight.”
“I can handle it,” I urge.
He tenses above me. “I don’t want to hurt y—”
I let my hand slide down my body to circle him, feeling the throbbing length of him between us as I urge him forward. He hisses when he bottoms out, and I can’t help the whine that escapes me at the feeling of being so full of him.
“It’s…Fuck.I don’t want to come yet.”
That is theoppositeof what I want to do. I would like to come very much. I even press back against him to try to wordlessly let him know, but this only makes him groan into my hair as he shivers.
“Hunter,” I practically beg. “Can you—? I need you to—”
“I could come just like this.” His hand slides back up between my legs, only enough so that he can press his fingers against the swollen bud of my clit, rolling it in a steady pattern as I sort of rock into it. “But I want to fuck you. I wanna feel you come.”
“I’m—Keep doing—Yes, yes,right there.”
Honestly, this alone would probably be enough for me if he keeps touching me like that, but then I would be robbed of the utterlydecadent sensations that spark inside me when he starts tomove.Even with the extreme fullness, it’s an easy glide in and out, given that I’m probably more aroused than I’ve ever been, and I find myself chasing after each thrust, trying to push down onto him even when he’s barely pulled out. Not to mention the subtle swell of his knot inside me, something I never could have anticipated would feel so good. Right now it’s only a hint of what it could be, but still, something inside mewantsit more than my next breath.
“Don’t move,” he grunts. “You’re going to make me—Fuck.I just want to feel you a little more.”
Another thick arm works its way underneath me to wrap around my middle, effectively trapping me and holding me in place as he continues that same dizzying circling of my clit that has me fighting to chase after more.
“Be good,” he coos. “Be still for me.” I feel goose bumps pebble over my skin despite the warmth of the fire and the heat of his body, his lips finding my ear so he can nibble at the lobe as he whispers praise that has me half out of my mind. “You feel too good,” he huffs. “Can you come like this?”
“So close,” I manage. “Just—Don’t stop—Just keep—”
His mouth goes a little slack against my neck when he pushes a little deeper, a little faster, a littleharder—hitting some spot inside me that has hot, liquid pressure swelling deep in my belly and between my legs, even bleeding warmth down my thighs as everything seems to tighten like a coil that’s being wound too tight.
“Hunter.Hunter.”
“You’re squeezing me so much,” he groans. “Sowet.Can you take my knot, Tess?”
A tremor of unease runs through me at the unknown of it all. “Will it hurt?”
“You’re so slick for me,” he says, rolling his hips so that his cock glides in and out to accentuate his point. “Feel that?”
