Page 82 of Falling With a Spin

“I love it. It’s your place and everything in here shows who you are as a person.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he places his hands on my hips.

“I love you, and thank you for coming with me.” He whispers before kissing me.

I rise on my tiptoes to deepen the kiss, and his grip tightens on my hips, bringing me closer to him. He backs us up till my back hits the bed, and his hands go from my hips to my neck, brushing my breast on the way. A moan vibrates through me as he pushes against me; the feel of his hard length straining against his zipper has me already wet for him.

He removes his mouth from mine, our breathing heavy as we try to calm our racing hearts. “Fuck Emma.”

I pull on his shirt to bring him back to me, and this time it's rough. More of a need than a wanting, and I give it to him. Every last bit.

He kisses my lips down to my neck, and I tilt my head a little to give him more access. My body is on fire, and the need for him continues to grow with each touch, kiss, and moan. Running my hands down his chest, I go to reach for his belt buckle, but Hunter puts one hand around my neck, squeezing it lightly, forcing me to look up at him while his other hand pins my wrists to the bedpost. His stare bores into mine, and he leans in, our lips barely touching. I rub my thighs together to alleviate the pressure that's building.

“Oh, I don’t think so. The only way you will be coming is either on my dick or on my mouth.” He presses into me, and it takes everything in me not to wrap my legs around his waist.

“But what about your family? They could hear us, right?” I barely get out as he tightens his grip around my neck.

“Looks like you will just have to be quiet.” His hand on my throat moves down to my left breast, squeezing it, causing me to arch my back into his touch.

He moves his hand further down, flips my pant button undone, and slowly pulls the zipper down while watching me lose control.

His hand dips into my pants and touches the sensitive part of me through my underwear, and my eyes roll back at just the slightest touch. I hear him chuckle, and he continues to move circles around my clit, my breathing becoming heavy with each moment. When his hand dips into my underwear to repeat the process, a moan slips out, and he covers it with a kiss. His fingers move from my clit to tease my entrance.

“Hunter, p-please.” I look up at him, begging for what I want most.

He smirks and quickly removes his hands from my pants. They are covered in my wetness, and my eyes go wide when he places them in his mouth.

“Oh, you taste so fucking good.” He pops his fingers out of his mouth, giving me a smirk and licking his lips. “Now take these off,” he pulls at the waistband of my jeans, “and get your ass on the bed.”

He lets go of my wrists, and they fall to my side as my breathing slowly starts to even back out. I throw him a glare as I push off the bedpost. Turning around I bend over as I pull down my jeans. Making sure he has a clear view of my ass and the red lace thong I put on this morning. I hear him groan, and it causes me to smirk. Once the jeans are on the floor, I crawl onto the bed and look behind me to see Hunter striding towards me with a burning heat in his gaze.

“Stay right there.” His voice comes out hoarse and strained, filled with desire and lust.

Not moving an inch, I stay where I am as he gets on the bed, kneeling in front of me. Tilting my head back in order to look at him, I still see that fire blazing in his eyes and the desire to do so much to me right now. I feel it, too, the burning heat anytime I’m with him. It’s a constant need that can only be fulfilled by him.

He lays down against the pillows and calls me over with two fingers. I crawl towards him, and I swear you can hear my heart racing in my chest when I place both of my legs on either side of him. His hands move up my legs to my waist, bringing me closer to him, and my hand reaches the headboard to hold myself up.

“These are going to need to come off.” He flicks the waistband of my thong and then hooks his finger in it, tearing it off and causing a gasp to come from me.

I shoot him a glare, and he gives me a shrug as he throws them across the room.

“Those were my favorite.” I give him my best puppy dog look, but who am I kidding? This is the devil I’m talking to.

“Now, I’m going to lay back, and you’re going to scoot up on me.” He starts moving down on the bed, and panic rises in me.

“Wait, what?” I squeak out, my eyes going wide.

He reaches up, cupping my cheek with his hand. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Suddenly feeling self-cautious, I attempt to get off, but Hunter holds me tight. “No, you’re staying right here. You’re not going to hurt me or suffocate me. Your body is perfect, and I love every single part of it. What you see as imperfections, I see as perfection.” If I wasn’t already in love with him then, I definitely am now.

“Okay,” A smile spreads onto my lips while I look down at him.

His mouth closes around me, and I have to grip the bedpost in order to keep myself straight. My eyes roll back, and I start moving against him as his tongue and mouth bring me to the brink of orgasm. I cover my mouth and throw my head back as pleasure racks through me. My body goes limp, and Hunter lifts me off of him, placing me down on his lap.

“It should be illegal with how good you are at that.” It comes out breathless as I’m still feeling the effects.

He chuckles and gives me a soft kiss, except when he pulls away, I pull him closer, not wanting to stop. But a knock at his door, in fact, stop us, and I don’t move a muscle.

“Hunter, Emma, lunch is ready.” Aubrey's quiet voice rings through the door.

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