Page 44 of Fumble

Chapter Fourteen

FAITH

With my legswrapped around his waist, Hunter stumbles down the hallway, our lips locked in a ravenous kiss. We can’t get to the bed fast enough, and the moment my back hits the mattress, I start fumbling with his buttons. It’s like my fingers have lost all dexterity. Frustrated, I fist my hands in the material and literally rip his shirt open, buttons flying across the room, sending a jolt of animalistic desire shooting straight to my core.

Hunter breaks our kiss just long enough to grab the hem of my dress and tug it up the length of my body, pulling it over my head before throwing it to the floor. My heart is beating too fast. I’m scared it’s going to leap from my chest.

His lips move to my neck, the scruff of his jaw tickling my skin in a tantalizing juxtaposition to the softness of his lips. Reaching down, I make short work of his belt and unzip his pants, pushing them down just enough to let him know my intention. He pulls back, moving to stand at the edge of the bed. My stomach lurches at the thought of him putting a stop to this, but a devilish grin pulls at the corner of his lips as he lets his pants drop to the floor. Sliding his fingers under the waistband of his boxer shorts, he slowly, agonizingly pushes them to the ground, ripping his socks off before standing before me in all his glory.

Fuck.

There’s no going back from this. The sight of him naked and aroused causes a cataclysmic shift. An awakening of something primal inside me. I drink him in—every last inch. His cock is rock hard, and with a self-satisfied grin, he watches me eye him with greedy hunger, a starving woman with a buffet laid out before her.

“You want it?” His voice is dark, thick with desire.

“More than I care to admit.” I sit up, reaching back to unhook my bra, my hands shaking. I watch in awe as Hunter wraps his fist around his cock, slowly sliding up and down, his mouth open, flicking his tongue out to wet his lips. It’s so erotic, I can barely breathe.

“Show me how much. Take off your panties.” I’m already slick, my body buzzing, radiating heat. For the first time, I’m self-conscious with him, scared that I want him too much, and petrified that I won’t be enough to satisfy him.

I can’t stop staring at the way his hand caresses his cock, desperate to touch and taste him. I attempt to strip off my panties like a vixen, but they snag on my foot as I attempt to kick them off, but it doesn’t seem to faze Hunter.

“I want to…”

“Want do you want, Faith? Tell me. It’s yours.”

“I want to taste you. I want to feel you hard on my tongue.” A devious grin dances on his sensuous lips.

“Not before I taste you.” He grabs my ankles and pulls me toward the edge of the bed before dropping to his knees. His hands grip my thighs, pushing them wide as he lowers his mouth, flicking his tongue over my clit, followed by one long, languorous lick.

It’s torture. Divine. Agonizing. Mind-altering.

I try to scramble back to slow the onslaught of sensation threatening to take over, but he holds me in place, pressing his lips to my naked flesh, darting his tongue into lady jay. Holy fuck, that’s unbelievable. Squirming beneath him, he starts to move, kissing, nipping, licking with expert ease, driving me wild. His groans of pleasure vibrate against me making me insatiable.

“Hunter, oh my God! Don’t stop. I’m so close.” His fingers bite into my thighs, holding me steady.

“You taste so fucking sweet. You don’t get to come yet. I want more.” Right on the edge of madness, he slows down, holding me there in torturous delight. Trying to grind into him, he pins me down only allowing a gentle caress of his tongue on my clit.

“Please… I have to come.” My breasts are heavy, aching for attention. I cup them in my hands, kneading, teasing my nipples until they’re tightly budded, straining against my palms.

His kiss becomes urgent, his tongue frenzied as he lavishes me with his touch.

“I could kiss you forever.” I’ve never had a man go down on me with the same fervor he’d give my mouth. It’s mind-altering. He’s ravenous.

I let myself get lost in the moment, my only focus the onslaught of sensation that radiates from where his lips suckle at my core, pleasure building until I can’t control it another second. As my release washes over me in wave after wave, I grab his hair, holding him in place, grinding against his face while screaming his name.

“Hunter! Fuck… Hunter… I’m coming! Holy shit!” Lapping at the evidence of my arousal, he lets me ride his mouth with wild abandon, all inhibition gone. I want this man more than my next breath. As I explode around his tongue, I get lost in an ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve had orgasms—self-inflicted and boyfriend-induced—but this is on an altogether different level. Writhing beneath him, I can’t stop. Aftershocks roll through me, but I want more. I need more. Crashing over and over, every muscle in my body tightening in reply.

When I can’t take it anymore, I scramble up the bed, my breathing labored as I struggle to form a coherent sentence.

“Hunter… condom… now!” He stands, wiping his mouth, slick with my juices.

“You dirty talker.” A playful grin tugs at the corner of his lips, but this is no time for jokes.

“I need you inside me, so shut up and fuck me.” His eyes darken before me, his cock twitching at my words. Stalking around the bed, he reaches for his wallet on the bedside table. “Hurry.”

The snap of foil ripping between his teeth has me so wound up I think my heart is going to flatline. Watching him slide his fist down over his cock is so freaking sexy, but I’m not prepared for the sight of him crawling onto the bed, nestling between my thighs. His hand trails from my ankle all the way to lady jay before thrusting two fingers inside me. I’m soaking wet and beyond ready for him.

His lips find mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue moving in time with each delicious drive of his fingers.

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