Page 61 of Falling With a Spin

He stays hovering over me, just staring at me, his eyes roaming over my face. I wonder what he’s thinking? Before I can form words to ask, he kisses me roughly, and I lose all train of thought. A moan escapes from him as I tug on his hair. I can feel the hardness of him through his jeans, causing the heat to build back up but more intense. I reach for his belt buckle and tumble with it as a frustrated growl comes out of me, and he chuckles against my lips. He pulls away from the kiss, leaning back and unclasping the belt, taking off his pants, pulling his shirt over his head, and my breathing hitches.

I know Hunter works out frequently when he isn’t practicing with the band or in class. The six-pack and chest muscles are evidence of that, but what catches my eye is the tattoo on his left chest. It’s a cross with thorns wrapped around it, and underneath it says, “Memento Mori.”

“Remember, you will die.” The words come out in a whisper. I look up at him with confusion. “Why?”

“So I know to live each day like it’s my last.”

“I love that.”

My eyes continue to roam down his body to his boxers and stop as my eyes go wide. He is fucking huge, and that’s just the outline from the boxers too.

“How the fuck,” I point to his boxers, “is that going to fit inside me?” I look up at him. “It’s the size of a fucking Gatorade water bottle.”

“Did you really just compare my dick size to a Gatorade water bottle?” Hunter replies, giving me a questioning look.

“Yeah, I sure fucking did.” I put both hands in front of me. “It should be illegal for you to be that big,” looking up, I see him holding in his laughter.

“We will take it slow, baby. Tell me what you would like to do?” He asks as his baby blues look right at me.

I sit up, crawling towards him on my hands and knees. A low noise comes from him as he watches me. Once I reach him, I lift my shaky hands to the waistband of his boxers as his rough hand covers mine, and I look up at him through my lashes.

“As much as I want your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, you don’t have to do this,” He brings his hand to my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I want to though. I want you everywhere.” I wrap my hands around him, not even covering half of him.

“Oh fuck,” He moans, squinting his eyes shut.

I don’t have much experience in this department. Anytime I suggested it to Chad he would say, “Maybe next time”; it never did happen. Hunter kneeling in front of me right now, not pushing me away makes my heart swell. I want to make him feel the way he made me feel. Out of control. On a high. I wanted it to feel good for him and me.

Stroking him a few times, he throws his head back, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw. I bring my mouth to him and kiss the base, licking my way up to the tip. Hunter's hand slams onto the side of the wall to keep him steady as his breathing turns heavy. Wetness builds up between me again, and I rub my thighs together to ease the tension.

“Is this okay?” I ask quietly.

“You couldn’t do it wrong even if you tried,” Hunter says through gritted teeth.

I slowly wrap my mouth around him, taking him as deep as I can without choking. His free hand grips my hair, guiding me back and forth gently.

“Fuck Emma. Please don’t stop.”

A small smile appears on my lips as I twirl my tongue around him, moaning at the feel of him. Bringing my hand to my clit I start rubbing as I continue to suck and stroke him.

“Oh, baby, are you getting yourself off?” He asks, bringing the hand that was in my hair to my cheek.

I nod my head. “If you continue that, then wont last that much longer,” He growls.

I look up at him through my lashes, pulling away from him. “Hmm, what are you going to do about it?” I tease.

He pushes me on my back, a squeal leaving me before his lips are on mine. I can still taste myself on him as it mixes with his arousal. Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, I can feel him at my entrance. My body immediately locks up.

What if it’s not good for him? What if I freak out in the middle of it?

Hunter pulls back from the kiss, looking at me.“Do you want to stop?” He asks quietly, placing his forehead against mine.

I shake my head, “I don’t want to stop but I'm scared that you won’t like it and you will leave me once this is over with.” I quietly say, looking away.

His hand comes up to my cheek, turning me towards him. “Emma, you are amazing and beautiful. Fuck. I’ve been wanting you since the day you ran into me in the hallway. There is nothing you can do that will deter you from me. There is so much I want to do with you, but we have time for that. Be here with me right now.” What the actual fuck is this man doing to me. “I'm here for the long hall. You and me, baby.”

Hunter reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a foil packet. Tearing the packet open and detangling from me, I watch him slide it on. He hovers over me and gently pushes inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut, letting out a slow breath as he fills me. He stops and looks at me with wide eyes, “It’s okay, I will be okay.” My voice comes out hoarse as I try to adjust to him.

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