And I want it all, so I edge away from the hot tease of his tongue, turn around, and stare at the man on his knees. It takes all my willpower to pull away, but I want him inside me more than anything else in the world. I grab the lube from the counter. “I’ll be on the bed. I’ll be ready in thirty seconds. You better be ready too. I want fucking and kissing.”
Then I grab a towel, toss it on the bed, and flop down on it. I plant my heels on the bed, my knees nice and wide. As the water in the bathroom sink runs, I finish getting myself ready to take him, wiping the lube off my hands on the towel.
Hunter stalks into the bedroom—naked, lean, and toned. His eyes dark with desire. Thick cock hard and ready for me. God, I want to be covered in him. As he climbs on the bed, condom in hand, I grip my dick, stroking it.
He’s breathing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes eat me up. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rumbles, licking his lips as he settles between my knees.
I push up on my elbows, grab the condom, then murmur against his lips, “I want to put it on you.”
“Do it. Now,” he says, his body shaking, maybe with lust. “I need to bury my cock in you so fucking badly.”
“Boyfriend lesson time. Be patient, babe. You can have me. You can have all of me,” I say as I squeeze his cock, playing with his shaft, pushing back the foreskin till I’m aching for him.
I open the protection, then roll the condom down his length. I grab the lube, drizzle more on my palm when he’s covered, and coat him. He shivers as I go, shuddering with every touch. Then I lift my face higher, press a kiss to his lush lips. He tastes minty, and that’s what I want. That mouth, this cock, my man.
As I lower my torso slowly, I hold his cock, bringing him to my ass. Pressing the tip against my hole while I lift my thighs.
He’s braced on his palms, staring at my face. He lowers his chest closer to mine while he pushes into me.
I tense for a second, then breathe out, relaxing onto him.
“Yes,” he groans, then I let go of his cock once he’s breached my entrance, and I wrap my hands around his neck.
There’s hardly any space between us, and I want it like this.
Want him just like this.
Close to me.
My hands rake over his hair as he sinks, slowly, inch by lubed inch, into my body.
Then, he’s there, all the way in me, and I gasp. “It’s soooo good,” I say.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he groans, his face shifting into my neck. He kisses me as he settles all the way between my thighs.
Then, we stop talking.
And we start fucking. Nice and slow and deep. Our chests are rubbing together. His face against my neck. His breath in my ear. After a few long pumps, he raises his face. “Want to kiss you,” he rasps out.
“Do it,” I command.
He drops his lips to mine, and it’s a whole new kind of kiss. It’s tender and hungry. It’s dirty but needy.
And it feels like the kind of kiss you can’t give up.
This is the kind of sex I want to have again and again. Hot, intimate, passionate sex. With this man I didn’t even know twenty-four hours ago.
Hunter’s arms rope under my arms, then over my shoulders, his hands curling possessively on my flesh. His hips swivel and pump. His lips hardly ever leave mine.
And I am overwhelmed. By the heat of our bodies and the drumbeat of my heart. By the intensity of this unexpected connection. By the whirlwind of lust and desire, of feelings and emotions.
And by the way we are with each other.
Like we don’t want to let go.
All these sensations whip through me, building in a mad frenzy inside my body and my brain.
Especially when he drags my bottom lip between his teeth, sucks hard, kisses me ferociously. I pull my knees up higher, giving him more room to fuck deep.
And the angle sends an electric charge of pleasure pulsing wickedly in my body. “I’m close, babe,” I groan, slipping a hand between our chests, angling for some room.
“Me too,” he murmurs, then pushes up on his palms as I get my hand down to my dick.
I miss his lips, but I am so far gone now. All I can do is jerk. Grabbing my cock, I stroke hard and fast, and my orgasm crashes into me at full speed. It’s not waiting for anything. Not for him to wrap his hand on top of mine, not for him to jerk me over the edge, and not for him to growl my name in the sexiest, most carnal voice I’ve ever heard.