Sex, Not Love

I felt wired with energy. “We should go out and celebrate! I can’t believe it!”

“I’m going to do my celebrating inside. Inside of you.”

Hunter unraveled the sheet I had wrapped around my body and kissed my neck. “I’ve never had sex without a condom—except for that minute last night.”

I smiled. “So it’ll sort of be like your first time then?”

“It’s always felt like my first time with you. But this time, I want to come inside of you. I want to bury myself so deep and come so fucking hard that you’re legs will shake and the people in the room next door will know my name. I want my cum inside of you, just like you’re inside of me—so far that it’s lost and never coming out again. I want to mark you as mine.”

“God, Hunter.”

He lifted my hands over my head and clasped them together using one hand while the other reached down between my legs. “Spread for me, beautiful.”

I did, and Hunter’s head dipped down to suck one nipple into his mouth while his fingers worked my clit. I moaned while he rubbed circles with his thumb. He slipped two fingers inside of me to make sure I was ready and then shifted back to align himself with my opening.

He never took his eyes from mine as he entered me. I was so wet, so incredibly ready for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed in deep. Hunter’s arms began to shake. “Fuck. You feel…so, so good…”

He started slow, moving in and out and studying the reaction on my face to each thrust. Closing his eyes, he looked like he wanted to savor every minute of the first time inside me bare, but when I moaned and said come inside of me, his willpower snapped.

What started out as making love elevated to fucking. Pure, primal fucking. Hunter pounded into me hard, his face desperate with need. Our bodies soaked with sweat as we moved in unison, me meeting each of his strong thrusts. The sound of wet, slapping bodies echoed through the room and was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

“Hunter…”

“Fuck. Come, baby. Come with me. I’m gonna come inside your sweet pussy.”

We both exploded at the same time. I yelled his name and moaned, the heat of him emptying inside of me fueling the most intense orgasm of my life. It was the single most incredible feeling I’d ever experienced.

As we slowed, Hunter brushed the hair from my face and continued to glide in and out while we both caught our breath. “I love you, sweet pea.”

“I love you, too. I think you stole a piece of my heart the first night we met.”

“I’m charming and hard to resist.”

“Umm…I think I did a pretty good job of resisting. You had to chase me for almost a year and come three-thousand miles to wear me down.”

“I got news for you, babe. A year was nothing. And I would have chased you across the globe. I thought I couldn’t get you out of my mind, but it was my heart that wouldn’t let go.”

Epilogue

Natalia

Two-and-a-half years later

I snuck out while Hunter was still sleeping and ran over to Anna’s house to pick up the gift I’d bought him.

He was awake and in the kitchen when I attempted to sneak back into the house. Since the music was on, he didn’t hear me come inside, which gave me an opportunity to ogle him from behind. The four years since we’d first met at our friends’ wedding had done nothing to dull the desire I felt for this man. Little butterflies fluttered in the pit of my belly as I watched him shirtless, swaying to the music while he fixed his coffee.

Sex, not love. That’s how it all started. I smiled, thinking of how grumpy my man had been the last month when I’d declared Love, not sex for the thirty days leading up to our wedding.

Hunter yelled without turning around, causing me to jump since I didn’t think he’d known I was watching him. But he always knew, didn’t he? It was like he had a sixth sense. He walked to me with two mugs in his hands and passed me one as he planted a firm kiss on my lips.

“Where’d you take off to so early?”

I flashed a sneaky smile. “I had to pick something up.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tight. “Lingerie for later? Hope it wasn’t too expensive because I plan to rip it off of you the minute the minister says you officially belong to me.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “First of all, it’s not lingerie. I’ll be commando under my pretty white dress this afternoon. You’re not the only one who doesn’t want to waste time removing another layer of clothing. Secondly, we have to get through the dinner with our friends and family before you rip anything off. And lastly…” I brushed my lips to his. “I’ve belonged to you since the day you showed up at my mother’s house and won over all of the women in my family.”