Jealous, possessive jerk.
There’s no sting in the words when I think them right now, though. I reach back and run my fingers through his hair, cradling his head and pulling him closer as he fucks me.
He’s a lot to deal with, but I love him so much.
His lips find my neck. I dig my fingers into the soft pillow, my eyes drifting closed. He pounds into me harder and faster every time he pulls out. He wants to make good on his promise. He wants me to ache for him tomorrow.
I ache for him all the time. Surely he knows that by now.
As if he doesn’t and he still has a point to prove, he fucks me harder and harder, forcing me deeper and deeper into my mattress. It gets harder to breathe, especially with his hand covering my mouth, but he never moves it. Not even when my cries and whimpers grow more and more frequent, and he knows I must be getting close.
He shoves a finger in my pussy and starts to flick my clit again as he fucks me and kisses my neck. Butterflies break loose in my tummy, flying over eroding, sinking land. I feel like I’m coming apart.
Desperation to break away from him takes over. I’m too afraid I can’t take it and keep quiet, but he has me trapped, pinned down to the bed. I can’t go anywhere even if I want to.
That ratchets up my arousal even more.
I try to cry out his name, but it’s smothered against his palm.
I can’t breathe.
My heart feels like it’s going to explode.
My insides feel like they’re going to explode.
And then they do.
My broken, euphoric cries are muffled against Hunter’s palm, but even so, he presses my face into the pillow to further smother the noise.
The orgasm rocks me, my pussy squeezing his cock and pumping his cum into me as he lets go, groaning and cursing through his own orgasm.
Tremors of pleasure continue to rock me as I curl up on my side.
Hunter settles in behind me, locking an arm around my waist and pulling my body snugly against his. Tears have gathered in the corners of my eyes, but I’m not sure why. I’m not sad. I’m too fucking satisfied to be sad.
I feel a little shattered, just like I did last time he did that to me. I don’t know how he does it, makes the orgasms more intense. I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, because my mind is literal jelly.
Hunter takes advantage, holding me close and kissing me tenderly, whispering reassurances and endearments and all sorts of lovely words as I try to pick up the fractured pieces of my mind.
He’s not covering my mouth anymore, so I’m able to say, “You’re so good at that.”
Hunter chuckles, pressing another kiss to the side of my neck. “Am I?”
“You know you are,” I murmur, closing my eyes. “Don’t pretend to be modest. We both know you’re not.”
“I wasn’t being modest, just pointing out your limited expertise on this subject. You’ve only ever fucked me,” he points out. “You don’t really know if I’m good at it or not. Maybe all sex is that good.”
“Is it?” I ask.
“No,” he murmurs back, reaching around to take my hand and press it against the mattress.
I snuggle up in his arms like a contented kitten, but I’m not content at all. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“I wish I didn’t,” I mutter.
His voice a touch more solemn, he says, “I know. I haven’t made it easy for you. I’m sorry.”
We don’t say anything more for a while, he just holds me and I enjoy his warmth while I have it.
When I feel close to drifting off, I rouse enough to roll back and tell him, “You should probably go. I don’t want us to fall asleep again. If my mom catches you in my bed, it’s going to be weird.”
“I’ll leave before she gets up,” he promises. “I have my alarm set on my phone just to be safe. Just let me sleep with you for a while.”
“Okay,” I murmur sleepily as he snuggles me closer. “One more thing.”
“Yeah?”
“How did you get into my house?”
“The key that was in your purse the night you left it at Valerie’s. I didn’t think she should have it, so I made her give it to me.”
That’s a relief. I completely forgot to tell Mom we might want to consider changing the locks, but after a while, I assumed Valerie must have thrown it away.
“I was actually worried about that for a while. You could’ve given it back to me,” I tell him.
“Nah. Wanted to hold onto it in case I ever needed it.”
I shift, finding a comfortable place to rest my head on his muscular bicep and closing my eyes. “Stalker.”