“They arrive tomorrow morning,” Hunter says two days later, hands smoothing down the sides of my arms where I stand at the window overlooking the city below. It was midday, the streets were heavy with traffic, and it looked like the snow would be staying away for another few days, though, the wind was freezing, and ice clung to the ground.
I roll my head to the side, letting Hunter in to nuzzle my neck, his warm breath chasing away any coldness I feel. His teeth scrape across the soft spot between my neck and shoulder and then he licks it, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I have a problem,” Hunter whispers, trailing up my neck to my ear, “A serious one.”
“What’s that?” I breathe.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,” He muses, “Three years is a long time and now I have you, I want you every second of the day. Naked. Aching. I want you on your back and your knees, I want to taste every inch of you, and I fear that still won’t be enough.”
“We have time.”
“No one has time,” he rasps, shifting my hair so he can get to the back of my neck. “People always say they have time, but they don’t. Tomorrow never comes. So, I will worship you, Snow, now, and if tomorrow comes by some grace, I’ll worship you then too and the day after. I will love you for all the days I have left. And by the time I die, I will go knowing I have lived my purpose by being by your side.”
My eyes close against the sting and I swallow the lump in my throat. A monster perhaps, but mine.
I spin in his arms, grasping his face as I slam my mouth down against his. I push everything I am into the kiss, my tongue sweeping through his mouth, teeth knocking on his. It isn’t pretty but he takes it, takes me, crushing me to his chest while his hands grip my hair, holding me close.
I let him back us up, I let him take the lead as he falls backwards onto the mattress, bringing me with him until I straddle his hips, his cock pressing up into me where I can grind against it. He groans into my mouth as I bare down.
“Fuck, I need you,” I whisper, “I need you.”
He presses his forehead on mine, “You have me. Take what you need.”
I shove the t-shirt up and over his head, skimming my nails down the hard plains of his abdomen, feeling the bumps and ridges catching on my fingers. I shuffle off him to remove his trousers, leaving him in just a pair of white boxers, his hard cock straining against the material. He watches with hunger, neck strained as he keeps himself still for me.
I slip from my clothes, reveling in the way his eyes darken and his hands curl into fists, bunching the sheets into his palms.
I climb back on top of him, positioning myself so I’m rubbing up against his cock, my arousal coating him. His hands come up to land on my thighs, but I knock them off, leaning down to pin them above his head.
“No,” I kiss him, “This is mine.”
He bites my lip, “Then put me out my damn misery, Snow.”
I chuckle against his lips, rolling my hips and pressing friction against my clit while I rub up his shaft. “Do you want me, Hunter?” I ask.
He rumbles his yes from his chest, the word more growl than voice and I smile, grinding against him, working both of us up until I can barely see straight. My breath saws from my chest as I reach beneath me and line his cock up, slowly sinking down, feeling it stretch and fill me. I take him all the way, baring down until I’m seated fully in his lap, his cock jerking inside. His eyes blaze but he keeps his hands above his head, fingers curled around the bars in the headboard.
I rock against him, bringing him out of my body a few inches before sinking back down, my toes curling as the position allows me to add stimulation to that little bundle of nerves.
“You ride me so beautifully,” he praises.
I dig my nails into his chest where they rest against his pecs, leaving red welts in his skin. He hisses through his teeth with the pain it causes, but he keeps his hands away, leaving this to me.
I liked having him beneath me, at my mercy, I liked giving him the pleasure of my body and how his eyes blazed with each roll and grind of my hips.
I can feel the tension in me building, so tight and aching it almost becomes unbearable. I can’t stop but I ache. It’s right there.
“Come on, baby,” Hunter growls, “take it.”
“Hunter,” I cry, lifting only to sink down, the blinding pleasure making my whole body tremble.
“Let me help,” He begs.
I nod.
In a second, we’re flipped, his hand coming behind my knee to lift my leg and sink in deep in one harsh, fast thrust. I scream, that edge so close I’m almost afraid to fall off it.
“You can take it,” He says, “You can take me.”
My head pushes down into the pillow, body rocking in unison to his every thrust. When he places my leg on his shoulder and brings his hand down hard on my clit, the slap loud to my ears I detonate. My orgasm rips through me, intense, so powerful white spots dance behind my eyes as I squeeze them closed, feeling him ride me through, hips slapping against mine as my pussy convulses around his shaft. I know I squirted again, I feel the wetness of it beneath my ass on the bed, feel it on his skin as he presses into me, over and over, pounding hard and fast, his groans like damn music to my ears.
“You’re going to give me another,” he rasps breathlessly, “I want to feel you come on my cock again, Snow.”
“I – I can’t,” I moan.
“You fucking can and you will,” He demands before he pulls out and abruptly gets to his feet. His cock is soaked with me, the bed even more so, “Get up.”
“Hunter,” I groan.
“Get. Up.”
I roll from the bed, knees weak, the aftershocks of my orgasm making my muscles languid. He lunges for me, grabbing me and hauling me up until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me hard, tongue inside my mouth, fingers biting into my ass as he walks through the room. I don’t know where he’s going until a moment later, when the freezing cold glass of the window presses into my back.
I squeal against the shock.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, Snow, where the world can see,” he speaks against my mouth, “I’m going to make you come again, and they’re all going to see.”
I groan. We were twelve stories up, it was unlikely anyone would actually see unless they were truly looking. He slides back into me, groaning as he fills me and pushes all the way to the hilt. I hear the wetness of me, feel it as he pushes in and out, slow, my back squeaking against the window.
He grinds against me, rolling his hips as my legs tighten around his hips and my arms circle his neck, head falling into the crook there. The pleasure builds and builds, a scream blooming in my throat and to stop it, I sink my teeth into his flesh, biting down hard. He hisses and thrusts so hard I swear my bones rattle.
“Vicious little Snow,” he growls and slams forward, letting me keep my teeth in him. He likes the pain.
He rubs against my oversensitive clit and just like he demands I come again, clenching around his cock, my teeth biting in harder, hard enough that I taste the metallic, coppery taste of blood on my tongue.
He roars as he comes, filling me with him, hips slowing but not stopping as he works himself through his climax. When I finally take my teeth from him, I feel the wetness of his blood at the corners of my mouth and see the evidence of the damage rolling down his shoulder.
He wipes away the blood with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth, licking it clean.
“Addicted,” he whispers, “I am addicted to you.”