Page 27 of Tame Me

“Did you like it?” The pleading in his eyes confirmed how important my response was to him.

“It was delicious. The flavor was interesting, complex.”

“That was my lemon meringue. Limoncello and a touch of coconut meringue in a dark chocolate cup.”

“Wow, yes.” I ran my tongue around my mouth, savoring it all. “That’s exactly what I can taste.”

He handed me a glass of wine, and the deep red color of the liquid caught in the down-lights.

“Tell me about Italy,” I said.

His eyes lit up, and as I sipped the liquid heaven, he mesmerized me with tales about all the wonderful people he’d met and how complete strangers had welcomed him into their kitchens to share their family recipes.

He spoke with passion and with his hands. His stories were interesting and fun, and I could have stayed there and listened to him all night long. We drank the wine, we savored the chocolates, and the more stories he told me, the more I wanted to hear. Hunter was living my dream, and every new place he mentioned convinced me of what I already knew: I needed to travel.

Hunter’s perfectly kissable lips couldn’t be ignored any longer, and I leaned forward, placed my hands above his knees, and kissed him. It wasn’t an innocent kiss, like shy Jane would do—this was a Memphis kiss, filled with a fiery passion that would leave him with no doubt that I wanted more.

Our tongues danced in a delicious tango, and when he moaned, I slipped off my chair and hoisted up my dress. As I straddled his hips, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he opened his mouth, allowing my tongue to explore him more.

He ran his hands up and down my back, and our passion became more heated by the second. Before I knew it, we were both naked, and he was rolling a condom onto his enormous erection.

I led him to the bed and pushed him backward. He chuckled as he fell onto the sheets, his cock bouncing up and down with the momentum.

I crawled up the bed and straddled him. As he squeezed my breasts and his cock prodded my butt cheek, I kissed him, driving my tongue into his mouth, determined to taste more of him.

Hunter was an incredible kisser, and I’d be happy to do this all night long, but my throbbing pussy wanted more. . . demanded more.

I reached down between my legs, wrapped my hand around his cock, and used his hard-on to pleasure my clit. As I squatted over him, I rubbed his cock along the length of my pussy.

His cock was hot and hard and teased my clit in all the right ways, and in a flash, I cried out as I climaxed.

Our eyes met, and the inferno of desire blazing in his enlarged pupils was mind-blowing.

Arching my back to get the right angle, I aimed his cock at my pulsing hole and sat down on him, impaling myself with his length. He filled me right to the hilt, and it felt so fucking good.

With my hands on his chiseled torso, I locked my eyes with his as I eased up and down. I pushed back as I lowered so his length was hard against the inside front of my pussy, and it was a delicious move that I repeated over and over.

Within seconds another orgasm hit me as his cock slammed into something truly exquisite deep inside me.

Hunter clutched my shoulders and pulled me sideways onto the bed. He remained inside me, and with my left side on the bed, he stayed on his knees and positioned us so I had my left leg between his legs and my right knee folded up to my chest. I played with his nipples, squeezing, flicking, and rolling the hard buds between my fingers.

In this position, I was able to rock my hips in time to his penetration, and his cock played with something new inside me that begged for more. He thumbed my clit, and I gasped as the sensation overload nearly shot me right off the covers.

With each thrust, he flicked my clit, timing it with intense precision. The orgasm building inside me was enormous, mammoth even, and I raised my leg, pointing my toes to the ceiling, giving him more to play with.

His thrusting hit fever pitch, and he rammed me fast and hard. I screamed out, and he released a guttural growl as he drove his cock deep, deep into me. After a few more thrusts with his jaw clenched and his fingers vise-like on my ass, he cried out as he came inside me.

We were both gasping for breath as he began to slow, and I was truly sad when he pulled his cock out of me. He crawled up beside me so we lay facing each other. I had a close-up view of my hero, and I loved what I saw.

He cupped my cheek. “I’m so glad you called.”

I chuckled. “Me too.”

He curled his arm under my neck, and I nestled into his chest. This simple move had my heart fluttering, and a wonderful sense of contentment enveloped me. I rested my hand on his chiseled abs, closed my eyes, and listened to the steady beat of his heart.

I’d officially fallen into heaven.

I started to nod off to sleep, and it required great effort to drag myself up from his side.

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