I’ve never seen a man naked in real life before. Hunter’s body is incredible, hard and smooth, chiseled and sculpted as if by a gifted artist—or maybe the gods themselves. It’s a little overwhelming taking in the whole sight of him, but my gaze drifts back to his dick as if forced by some irresistible magnetic pull.
He has a really beautiful cock. Long and thick, slightly curved with pronounced veins. I want to run my fingers over every ridge, explore and memorize every inch of him.
I guess I can, can’t I?
I sit up on my knees before he can climb on top of me again. Hunter is on his, too, his heavy cock hanging there, begging to be touched.
I grab him gently, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. He tenses when I do. My gaze jerks to his face as a little grunt-like noise slips out of him. Judging by the lines of strain on his face, it’s pleasure, not pain, so I resume my exploration.
Slowly, still trying to be gentle since I’m not sure how this all works yet, I slide my hand up his length. I run my thumb over the smooth, velvety tip, pressing into the little dip there. Hunter growls, his fingers locking around my wrist.
I gasp at the suddenness of it. My gaze shoots to his hand on my wrist. His grip is fairly tight. His veins there pronounced, too. It’s the strangest thing to find sexy, but the sight of those veins, of him holding onto me like that… I like it.
I let go of his cock as he moves toward me on the bed. His vibe hasn’t changed since he grabbed my wrist. He feels almost predatory, and it makes electricity vibrate through my whole body.
On instinct, I start to crawl backward. Before I can, he sweeps a hand behind me and plants his other hand on my chest, slamming me back on the mattress in one slick movement.
My heartbeat kicks up as he climbs back on top of me, this time with his cock free. The evidence of his arousal presses into my belly, making me feel warm all over.
“Spread your legs.”
The tone of his voice brooks no argument. I meet his gaze and slowly open my legs to make room for him.
I can’t believe this is really happening. I try to tamp down my nerves as Hunter repositions himself between my thighs. He slides his hand between my legs again, pushing a finger into me. This time he doesn’t just play with my clit, though, he pushes deeper into the narrow space, rubbing my walls like he’s getting the lay of the land before he claims it.
I don’t know if it’s the feel of him caressing me or the way he maintains eye contact the whole time, but another shiver of pleasure courses through me. I clench my legs shut on instinct, but he’s planted between them so I only succeed in brushing his thighs.
The clench must alert him to my nervousness again, because he gentles a bit. With his free hand, he caresses my breast, leaning down so he can kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck, shifting my hips against his hand as he continues to explore the inside of my body.
He keeps kissing me until I’m not afraid anymore, until the warmth is back and I feel languid. I’m moving rhythmically against his hand now, chasing the pleasure he gave me before.
He pulls his finger out of me before I can get there.
He grabs his cock, bringing it to my entrance.
I tense as I feel his soft skin against mine. He deepens the kiss to distract me. My heart lurches as his tongue invades my mouth, heightening the sensitivity of every nerve in my whole body.
He pushes the tip of his cock into me and kisses me harder. I can scarcely breathe. Every breath I draw, he steals.
He pushes a little deeper. I gasp against his mouth, my body tensing as he hits an uncomfortable barrier.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs against my lips, not moving forward any more until I relax. His roaming hand comes up to cradle and caress my face. He gives me another few soft, gentle kisses, coaxing me to relax.
It works. At least, until he pushes through the barrier. I arch up off the bed, gasping at the sudden throbbing shock of pain.
Hunter’s hand slides around to my back as I arch, cradling my body against his. I breathe heavily as I try to adjust to the feeling of my body being stretched open. I know it’s natural, but it doesn’t feel natural. He feels too big inside me. I know I wanted more than his finger, but I’m rethinking that desire because this is quite uncomfortable.
With my body pulled tight against his, Hunter’s lips find my neck easily. His soft, gentle kisses on that sensitive column ease some of my discomfort.