Body Rush (Masters of Pleasure 1)

“Please, what? Please continue?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck, you’re a delight. Such a sweet delight.”

His finger slipped inside her once again, while the fingers of his other hand caressed her clit. Jeanette writhed and moved in time to his strokes. When she squeezed her bottom, Hunter growled.

“Such sweet torture. I’m going to love fucking this cute little butt.”

His finger penetrated deeper, the fingers torturing her little nubbin suddenly disappearing. The only warning she got was the rush of air before his hand came down harder than before on her ass. He swatted one cheek, then the other, his finger moving in and out, pumping faster. Her skin burned, her body alive with sensation. Every heated touch took her higher. Three more swats, then he began massaging the ache he’d created.

“Two fingers now, sweetness. I need to prepare this virgin ass for my dick.”

As a second finger joined the first, barriers dropped away. Jeanette went wild. She gyrated against Hunter, begging him and aching for everything he had to give.

“Play with your clit, baby. Take the edge off.”

Jeanette reached down and took her clit between her finger and thumb, pumping and driving herself mad. Suddenly Hunter cursed and leaned down, then bit her hip.

Jeanette’s climax came from somewhere deep inside. She screamed hard and loud, her back arching as her body flew apart. Everything she thought she knew about sexual pleasure seemed to pale in the wake of what she’d just experienced.

Hunter’s rough voice just barely broke through the quagmire of her mind. “I want this ass,” he hissed, then he moved his fingers out of her and cupped her dripping mound. “Look at me, little love.”

She tured her head, already limp and sweating from her orgasm. When she saw the intensity, the insane yearning etched into Hunter’s not-so-perfect features, her body went from sated to hungry in a heartbeat.

As she watched, Hunter squirted lubricant over his sheathed cock. She hadn’t even been aware he’d grabbed a condom, much less lube. When the heavy weight of his erection entered her bottom, inner muscles clenched. Fear had her attempting to close her legs, panicked and scared.

“Hunter,” she cried out, her body tensing further.

He pulled out instantly and caressed her buttocks. “Shh, it’s okay. There’s no rush, sweetness.”

Jeanette relaxed, relieved by the soothing tone. Hunter appeared as if he had all the time in the world. He kissed her shoulder and she rocked against him. His tongue flicked over a sensitive spot behind her ear and her panic disappe

ared.

10

Hunter stared down at Jeanette on all fours in the center of the rumpled bed. The low lighting turned her alabaster skin into a creamy latte. Her luscious body and plump bottom were mere inches away from his eager fingers and cock. The sight had him nearly whimpering like a greedy pup.

“You’re a feast for my starving libido, Jeanette.”

She turned her head to speak, flipping her long hair, the color of milk chocolate, over one shoulder.

“You’ve been with other women, Hunter,” she said, her voice small and unsure. “Probably a lot of them more exciting and prettier.”

“I don’t deny I’ve been with other women, but none could compare to you,” he told her as candidly as he knew how. “All I want is you. All I need is this.” And then he touched the soft curve of her ass. The sleek skin, softer than any silk he’d touched. “So round and firm and kissable,” he murmured. And so far away from my mouth.

On his knees between her legs, Hunter leaned down and licked one smooth cheek. The startled sound Jeanette emitted urged him on. Already Hunter recognized her sounds. The needy little whimpers and anxious groans were for his ears alone.

He touched the cleft of her ass and stroked her intimately. “Only desire at my hands, never pain, sweetness.”

She didn’t speak, but her body told him all that he needed. She trusted him. It was the type of confidence he hadn’t expected from a woman he’d met only hours ago, but he treasured it nonetheless.

Hunter caressed Jeanette’s collarbone and shoulders, then moved to massage her long, elegant neck. Damn, so delicate and vulnerable. His teeth ached to nibble on the velvety-soft skin.

As he skated his palms down her arms to her wrists, he could feel the wild pulse beating there. “You’re excited, aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes.”