Page 15 of Gunner

He nudges his hips between my thighs and presses his rigid cock against my pussy. “Sunshine, you’re fucking beautiful. Don’t you see what you do to me?” The sincerity in his voice hits me in the chest and I turn my head to stare into his eyes. He doesn’t look away as I take note of the little flecks of gold and amber, and wish his words would sink into my head.

You’re beautiful.

I want to believe them, hold on to them and replay them in my mind on dark days when I feel my worst. But the truth is I’ve grown to resent my body, and every time I’ve tried to build myself up, someone comes along and tears it all down.

During the few fleeting relationships I had before my son, I watched as their gaze would drift to someone prettier and skinnier. Cute girls with cute clothes and confidence I’ve never possessed. I’ve always liked the person that I am, but I’ve never been happy with how I look, only hearing words of criticism floating around in my head.

Wow, Lily. You sure filled out over the summer.

Are you sure you want to wear that? It might look better on someone a little thinner.

Sweetie, you could get more dates if you lost a few pounds.

I could be wrong, but I don’t believe people were intentionally trying to be mean, even though their words hurt all the same. And as much as I want to forget them, they’re always there in the back of my mind, occasionally resurfacing and bringing me down.

It certainly didn’t help that I dated frogs instead of Prince Charmings who always seemed to be keeping their options open. But that just made it easy to walk away, choosing to be alone rather than wasting my time on a jackass with a wandering eye. Yet I often wondered if they would have treated me differently if I were slimmer or sexier or more confident. The beauty industry and society as a whole definitely make a girl feel that way.

I swallow, struggling to let go of my insecure thoughts. “I’m not beautiful, James.”

He growls, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Look at me.”

Rather than glancing over my body, as I expect him to do, James bends forward and presses his lips to mine. It’s not a desperate kiss, nor is it forceful. No, it’s something different, conveying unspoken words of reverence and adoration.

“I see you, Lil.”

How is it that such simple words are enough to make my worries disappear, even for just a little while?

He gently pecks my lips before his mouth forms a devilish grin. Then, he slowly inches his way down until he’s flat on his stomach with his shoulders wedged between my legs. “Last night was for me. Well… for you too.” He smirks. “But this is all for you.” He nibbles the inside of my thigh, sending a shudder through my body. “Now, lie back and feel everything I’m doing to you. And you better be quiet, or you’ll wake up Caleb.” There’s a mischievous spark in James’s eyes that says he’s giving me a challenge, not a warning.

Then he lowers his mouth to me and I claw at the sheets while his tongue drags along the center of my core. My head tilts back and I’m lost in the sensations, completely turned on by the not-so-subtle noises he makes while he enjoys eating my pussy.

“James…” I hiss, my feet flexing and my back arching off the bed.

“I fucking love when you say my name. Keep saying it.” One hand reaches up to knead my heavy breast while his fingers circle around my nipple, pinching and tugging until I let out a loud moan.

“Shh… be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

I know he’s right, and any minute now, Caleb could come barging into my room only to find James with his face buried between my legs.

I slap at his shoulders. “Then hurry?—”

He gives my pussy a sharp smack, emphasizing how wet I am. “I won’t rush this. You need to feel it. I promise I’ll get you there, but you’re gonna enjoy every fucking lick I give you until you get tears in your eyes because it feels so fucking good.”

My breaths quicken, but I nod before lying back and relaxing against the mattress.

Then he really gets to work, as if trying to make me scream, while he pins my writhing hips with his forearm and thrusts two long fingers inside me. I flinch at the sudden intrusion but there’s no pain, only a craving for him to give me more. His tongue laps at my slick pussy lips, bringing me closer to climax when his fingers curl against my G-spot. He adds a third digit and roughly fucks my pussy with his mouth latched on to my clit while he alternates between hard sucks and swirling licks. My head thrashes, and my hands dive into his thick hair while I struggle to quietly hold on, having never experienced anything like this. But when he removes his mouth and uses his free hand to rapidly rub back and forth over my clit, I come apart, grabbing the nearest pillow to scream into.

I momentarily blank out, floating off into a blissful space, only drifting back down when I feel his hot, wet tongue gently licking inside my opening as if he’s trying to capture every drop of my orgasm.

His beard brushes against my tender pussy lips, and I moan, “James…”

He groans as he slows his movements before placing a final kiss to my swollen clit. My legs shake, and blood rushes through my ears, yet I feel sexy and desired, knowing this man wanted to give me this.

“So fucking gorgeous when you come for me.”

I stare down at him as he dotingly kisses the stretch marks that line my inner thighs and lower stomach. I can’t help the tears that well in my eyes, watching him lavish attention on the parts of me that I hate the most.

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