Hunter takes hold of my hips and starts to rock me against him in a slow, sweet torture. I’m so slick for him that he has no trouble finding the right tempo.
With my head thrown back, I grip his forearms with all my strength as I ride him. His cock hits my sweet spot on the downward thrust and his groin is stimulating my clit as I grind my pussy against him.
“God, Gia. I need to pound into you,” he moans.
I smile because I know he can’t move, otherwise, we’d both end up beneath his bike.
He bends his head and starts to suck my nipples into his mouth before massaging them between the roof of his mouth and tongue. “You taste so good.”
My breathing becomes erratic. My movements over him become frantic. “Help me. Oh God, Hunter. Please, help.”
Gripping my bottom with his hands, he spreads me open and begins to rock me back and forth on his dick in a fast pace.
I can hear how wet I am, but that doesn’t bother me because my orgasm is fast approaching, and I’m determined I’m not going to see stars without the man who is buried deep inside me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I join in the frantic pace of back and forth with my hips and feel his hands tighten just as I start to climax. I hold him to me as I pant and moan through the most amazing pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Just as I start to see straight again, I feel Hunter lengthen inside me and start to jerk. His release splashes against my walls, and the thought of him releasing inside me without anything between us is so hot that I start to
have another orgasm. Not as powerful as the first, just enough to squeeze and milk Hunter’s cock to completion.
“Fuck. That was…wow.”
Hunter kisses me on my shoulder before pushing me away from him. “Are you, okay? I didn’t hurt your arm.”
“I’m okay. I don’t think I’ve ever been this okay before.” I giggle.
With a quick kiss to my lips, Hunter holds me tight against him and climbs from the bike. Turning he places me back on the seat before he slowly withdraws from me. Grabbing his T-shirt, he holds it between my legs and wipes me up before wiping his dick and groin.
I’m in a daze after the most amazing sex of my life, and on the back of a Harley as well, when Hunter breaks through to my thoughts.
“We need to talk, but we better get dressed first.”
I suddenly don’t want to look at him. How can he ruin a perfect time between us by bringing reality into it? I knew he’d be leaving, but I’d wanted tonight to be just about us, enjoying each others company.
Shakily, I drag my yoga pants back up before I start to struggle with my T-shirt, which Hunter takes from my hands and helps me back into it.
“Gia, look at me,” he asks. “Please.” He takes hold of my chin and moves my face closer to his.
A lone tear escapes my eyes, running down my cheek to the corner of my mouth, which he captures on his finger. Then another one falls, and another.
“What’s wrong? God, don’t say I’ve hurt you. Gia, please tell me what’s going on.”
The tears flow out from my eyes and I don’t bother to keep them to myself anymore. He’s seen some so the rest don’t matter.
“Shit, Gia.” He pulls me into his arms and holds me while I sob against him. “Baby, I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. Is it your arm?”
“I don’t want you to leave,” I whisper.
Hunter freezes.
“What? I’m not going anywhere. Well, I’ll have to go into the office, but I’ve no intention of leaving you.”
I pull out of his arms and walk a few steps away. “You’re not leaving me?”
“Hell no! That’s what you thought?” he asks, looking pissed.
But then he walks over to me and cups my face gently in his large, warm hands. “I’ve fallen for you. You’re under my skin. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. Do you understand me, Gia? You’re mine. I don’t share.”
Nodding my head, I go back into his arms and hold on tight. “I love you, Hunter. It was breaking my heart thinking that you didn’t want me.”