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in danger as he continues down my body with soft, nibbling little kisses until he's lifting my legs over his shoulders. When he drags his tongue from my opening to my clitoris, I cry out, the first sound either of us have muttered since we left the beach.
His teeth close over my piercing and tug once before releasing it. He flicks his tongue over my clit, gradually increasing speed and pressure. Each lap shoots sensation through my core, pleasure turning into rapture when I explode. But he doesn’t stop. He makes me come again and again, my cries filling the air until I want to scream. I curl my fingers in his short hair and pull into he lifts his head and scowls at me.
"I need you inside me, Hunter. Please."
His eyes soften and he kisses his way back up my body until we draw even. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, but he holds me still when I try to tilt my hips to take him inside me. Our eyes stay locked while he pushes into me so slowly I want to yell at him to hurry up. It feels so good I hold the words in, though. He fills me until finally he's inside me to the hilt. He's gritting his teeth, his muscles tense and straining, clearly holding back. It's sexy as hell because he thinks I need this. Thinks I need to see a softer side of him. At least, that's my interpretation. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Getting as close as I can, soaking up the passion I see raging in his eyes.
"Do you have to continue the slow and gentle treatment? What if I want you hard and fast?" I ask.
I know how my words effect him in bed. He just gives me a lazy smile though, and lowers his head to nip at my lips.
"I don’t think so, baby. Not yet. Not until you come at least another three times."
There is no way in hell I'll survive another three times. I let go of him and shove at his chest until he rolls over so I can straddle him. He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t protest when I lower myself onto his waiting cock. Damn, that feels good. I lift up then slide back down a few times, slowly, experimenting with what feels best, before I settle into a quicker rhythm. His gaze drifts from my face to my breasts and he reaches for them, plumping them and squeezing my nipples. My head falls back as exquisite pleasure shoots from my breasts to my sex. I feel the flutters deep inside my pussy signaling the next orgasm is coming fast.
"If you come you better take me with you, baby. Or maybe you want me to start all over again?"
Hell yeah. After I recover from this round. I can tell by his tone he is dead serious, though. Of course if he doesn’t come inside me when I do I could suck him off. I've been looking forward to trying that. I almost hope he doesn’t come. Just thinking about it winds me up and I start moving faster, riding him with an abandon I can't remember experiencing before. Everything is so no and intense with Hunter. He moves one hand between my thighs to my clit and squeezes, giving it a little tug that sends me straight over the edge. I see stars, swear to god.
My pussy clenches, trying to hold him deep inside me, and he flips me over. Fucks me through the convulsions while never releasing the pressure on my clit. I have no idea how he does it, and since I'm coming again, I couldn’t care less about the logistics. He joins me with a loud groan, thrusting deep onc last time. I feel the warm jets of his semen shooting into me. I know I'll be sore later and it won't matter one bit. I'll want him again. He rolls to his back, dragging me over him, half hard and still buried inside me.
"Honor?" he asks softly. "You still with me?"
"Mmm," I hum, not capable of real speech yet.
"Would you take up jewelry making full time if you had a husband more than willing, eager even, to provide for you?"
It takes my bliss addled brain a minute to really register what he's said. His arms clamp around me before I can pull away.
"Talk to me, Honor," he orders in his take no prisoners voice.
And oh hell,
His teeth close over my piercing and tug once before releasing it. He flicks his tongue over my clit, gradually increasing speed and pressure. Each lap shoots sensation through my core, pleasure turning into rapture when I explode. But he doesn’t stop. He makes me come again and again, my cries filling the air until I want to scream. I curl my fingers in his short hair and pull into he lifts his head and scowls at me.
"I need you inside me, Hunter. Please."
His eyes soften and he kisses his way back up my body until we draw even. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, but he holds me still when I try to tilt my hips to take him inside me. Our eyes stay locked while he pushes into me so slowly I want to yell at him to hurry up. It feels so good I hold the words in, though. He fills me until finally he's inside me to the hilt. He's gritting his teeth, his muscles tense and straining, clearly holding back. It's sexy as hell because he thinks I need this. Thinks I need to see a softer side of him. At least, that's my interpretation. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Getting as close as I can, soaking up the passion I see raging in his eyes.
"Do you have to continue the slow and gentle treatment? What if I want you hard and fast?" I ask.
I know how my words effect him in bed. He just gives me a lazy smile though, and lowers his head to nip at my lips.
"I don’t think so, baby. Not yet. Not until you come at least another three times."
There is no way in hell I'll survive another three times. I let go of him and shove at his chest until he rolls over so I can straddle him. He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t protest when I lower myself onto his waiting cock. Damn, that feels good. I lift up then slide back down a few times, slowly, experimenting with what feels best, before I settle into a quicker rhythm. His gaze drifts from my face to my breasts and he reaches for them, plumping them and squeezing my nipples. My head falls back as exquisite pleasure shoots from my breasts to my sex. I feel the flutters deep inside my pussy signaling the next orgasm is coming fast.
"If you come you better take me with you, baby. Or maybe you want me to start all over again?"
Hell yeah. After I recover from this round. I can tell by his tone he is dead serious, though. Of course if he doesn’t come inside me when I do I could suck him off. I've been looking forward to trying that. I almost hope he doesn’t come. Just thinking about it winds me up and I start moving faster, riding him with an abandon I can't remember experiencing before. Everything is so no and intense with Hunter. He moves one hand between my thighs to my clit and squeezes, giving it a little tug that sends me straight over the edge. I see stars, swear to god.
My pussy clenches, trying to hold him deep inside me, and he flips me over. Fucks me through the convulsions while never releasing the pressure on my clit. I have no idea how he does it, and since I'm coming again, I couldn’t care less about the logistics. He joins me with a loud groan, thrusting deep onc last time. I feel the warm jets of his semen shooting into me. I know I'll be sore later and it won't matter one bit. I'll want him again. He rolls to his back, dragging me over him, half hard and still buried inside me.
"Honor?" he asks softly. "You still with me?"
"Mmm," I hum, not capable of real speech yet.
"Would you take up jewelry making full time if you had a husband more than willing, eager even, to provide for you?"
It takes my bliss addled brain a minute to really register what he's said. His arms clamp around me before I can pull away.
"Talk to me, Honor," he orders in his take no prisoners voice.
And oh hell,
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