Page 19 of One Pucking Wish

“If you say so.” He leans in and says against my neck, “There is another way to figure this out. Do I have your permission?”

He doesn’t even have to say what for because I already know. “Yes,” I pant, my chest rising and falling in labored breaths.

His hand leaves my chest and skims down my body, this time touching me on its descent. Eyes still closed, I feel every inch of it down to my core. His touch is like fire, and my body is begging for the burn. The urge to explode in a fiery rage of pleasure pounds through every inch of me, and we’ve barely started. He slides his hand into my underwear, and I bite my lip, my body clenching as I wait for his touch.

He slips a finger into my wet opening. “Fuuuck me,” he groans into my neck. “You’re fucking soaked. You want me as much as I want you. Admit it.”

“I don’t,” I whine as his finger starts to move inside me. “Ahhh…” I moan as he rubs against my front wall. He inserts a second finger and pulls them out, sliding my wetness over my bundle of nerves. His two fingers enter me again as his thumb circles my clit. “Oh my God,” I pant, my hips moving to meet his thrusts. He works me until my whole body hums on the verge of release. “Tell me you want me, Penny. Say the words.”

“No.”

I feel the crescendo forming inside me, and I’m so ready to explode. He moves his fingers as the sensations build. I’m panting, feeling everything he’s giving me. I don’t know if I’ve ever enjoyed someone’s fingers this much. “Oh,” I cry out. I’m seconds from release.

And then it stops.

He pulls his fingers away, and it’s a splash of cold water to my libido. “What are you doing?” I gasp.

“You said you don’t want me.”

Oh, this prick.

“Gunner,” I plead, needing the release.

“No,” he states, his voice firm.

“Fine! I fucking want you, Gunner Dreven. Scratch that, I fucking need you. Now, get down there and finish what you started!”

A smile crosses his face, and I have to admit, it’s a beautiful sight.

He pulls the blankets off us and moves down between my legs. He shimmies my panties down my legs and discards them on the side of the bed. Placing his hands on my knees, he spreads me open wide. “Much better.” His fingers slide back into me, and I cry out. Only this time, it’s his tongue that moves against the most sensitive spot. Oh, and what a glorious tongue it is.

“Yes!” I scream into the lust-filled air. I can’t even comprehend what’s happening and with who because I’m so overcome with pleasure. Every hair on my body stands at attention as a wave of goose bumps covers my skin. Gunner continues to work magic with his mouth and fingers, and it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m crying out as my orgasm hits hard. He continues to lick me as I ride the waves of release.

When I’m finished, he kisses up my body, removing his shirt from me in the process, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor.

His mouth finds mine, and I kiss him hard, threading my fingers through his hair as our tongues move against one another. He gently bites my bottom lip and pulls his mouth away before he gets off the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him in confusion as he maneuvers toward the windows, opening the blackout curtains.

The room is illuminated with light from the moon bouncing off the white snow. Suddenly aware that I’m very naked, I pull the sheet over my body.

“What are you doing?” Gunner asks. “I want to see you.”

“Why don’t we keep it under the sheet,” I say. I’m aware that Gunner can pick up almost any woman at any given bar on most nights of the week. I’ve seen him leave with women who could be supermodels. While I feel I’ve accepted my full-figured body for the most part, there’s some buried insecurity there. In comparison, I carry more weight than the women Gunner normally sleeps with, and despite just having his face between my legs, I feel very vulnerable.

Gunner shakes his head and closes the gap between us. He rips the sheet off the bed. “Stand up,” he orders.

It’s unlike me to follow commands, but I find myself doing just that.

As I stand bare in front of Gunner, his heated stare moves from my face to my feet and back again. “You are fucking beautiful.” He presses his hands flat against my chest, running them over my shoulders, down my collarbone, and to my breasts. He holds one in each of his hands. Mouth slightly agape, he breathes heavy. He flicks my nipples with his thumbs before continuing his descent over my stomach and hips. He takes my ass in his hands and squeezes. “Your body is a fucking dream, Penny. It’s curvy, and soft, and so fucking sexy. You don’t even know how many times I’ve stared at you in your tight business suits, wanting to know what you looked like beneath it all. I need you to believe me when I tell you that you look better than I could’ve imagined.”

I nod hesitantly.

“Pull down my boxers,” he says, and I do as instructed. His massive length stands at attention. “Do you see what your body does to me?” His voice is gravelly and heavy with lust.

I nod.

“Do you see how much I want you?”

I nod again.

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