Page 60 of Falling With a Spin

Our lips crash together. It’s a soft, sweet kiss that’s filled with carefulness as if Hunter is scared that I will shatter into pieces. I bring him closer to me, letting him know that I’m okay. That I want - no - need this with him, but he doesn’t budge.

As our lips move together, his hand moves from my cheek down to my neck. Hunter's touch sends a mixture of shivers and heat throughout my body. Nothing like I’ve had before. Sex with Chad was always the basic vanilla; if he came before I did, then I would have to do the work myself. But with Hunter, it’s as if he’s known my body for years.

I pull on the front of Hunter's shirt, attempting to bring him closer. He barely hovers over me, his hand still on my neck while his thumb brushing my jaw. I needed more from Hunter Beckett.

I break the kiss and move back, grabbing the hem of my green sweatshirt. Underneath, I’m wearing a white lace bra that I bought with Taylor. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I cover my arms over my chest, embarrassed over my body, and look down at my lap. I’ve never been the smallest girl in class or any of the friend groups I was a part of, with my thick thighs, curves, and large breasts. Most girls would die for them. When I lean over, my stomach creates rolls, and I have done everything I can to get rid of them.

Hunter gently wraps his hands around my wrist, pulling them away. “Emma, don't hide yourself. You are beautiful in every possible way.” He brings his hand under my chin and lifts it, making me look into his eyes “I can’t take my eyes off of you with how breathtaking you are.” His voice is breathless and heavy.

He kisses me softly as I slide back down onto the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. A moan slips from him, and this time, I slide my tongue in. His hand comes up my arm and to my collarbone, touching me everywhere but stopping right where I want him the most.

“Is this okay?” His voice is hoarse, and I nod my head. “I need to hear you say it, Emma. I won’t continue anything unless I hear you say that this is what you want.”

“Yes. Yes, please continue.” Everything inside me lights up with need and desire when I see his baby blue eyes darken.

He makes a slow movement over my left breast as he trails kisses down my jaw to my neck. He finds a certain spot on my neck, causing me to arch my back as he squeezes me through my bra, and it sets my body on fire.

“You can take it off.” I manage to get out before he kisses that sweet spot again, and a moan escapes from me.

His hand slides under me and unclasps my bra with agonizing slowness. He brings the straps down my arms and removes it, tossing it on the ground. He looks at me, groaning, and lays his head into the crook of my neck.

“Fuck. Emma, you are going to be the death of me.” he growls, causing a shiver to go through me.

No guy has ever said this to me. No guy I have ever been with has made me feel this beautiful, with barely all of my clothes off. He is keeping me safe while also making me feel beautiful.

Hunter turns his head, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck as his hand covers my breast once again. My back arches and my nipples harden at the unfamiliar touch. The warmth of his breath as he moves his kisses down makes my head dizzy, along with how he handles my body. He looks up at me through his thick lashes, “Yes,” I plead to him to continue. To put his mouth where I want it most. To twirl his tongue around my nipple like how his fingers are doing with my other.

Hunter lays kisses around my breast and then wraps his lips around my nipple. A groan leaves me, and my hand goes to his hair, gripping it as his tongue flicks my nipple. He takes his time, memorizing it with each stroke of his tongue before moving over to the other, repeating the same movements.

This feeling. This sensation. I can’t describe it besides the feeling of just needing more from Hunter.

I want, no, need all of him. How he loves and cares for everything. His booming laughter that’s contagious. Those dimples that make my heart melt. The way his eyes light up when the sun hits them just right.

I want it all from him.

Hunter moves down my body, leaving a trail of kisses over my stomach to the waistband of my leggings. I feel a slight tug right before my body stiffens. Should I continue this? Is this really the right thing to do?

Relax Emma.

“Do you want to continue?” Hunter's deep voice breaks my thoughts.

“Hunter, please. I want this,” I whimper, my lust-filled eyes looking down at him. He is looking up at me from between my legs, his hair a mess from my doing. The sight of him like this makes the need for him intensify.

Hunter tugs on the leggings, dragging them down slowly. Kissing my hips, thighs, and ankles as he slips them off and sets them down on the floor. His eyes rake down my body, and lust fills his eyes as they darken. My breathing becomes heavy as he bends my left leg and trails kisses from my ankle right to where I need him the most, nipping at my skin ever so lightly, repeating the same antics to the other side.

“Hunter, please,” I beg and plead.

“Fuck, Emma.” His knuckle brushes my maroon lace underwear and drags it down and back up over my wet center. A moan releases from me, and his name slips past my lips as a growl comes from him. “You’re soaking wet for me, Love.” It’s not a question, but I nod my head because it’s true. I have been since he placed that first soft kiss on my neck.

Hunter softly removes my underwear and tosses it behind him, not caring where it went. My hips lift as his nose brushes against me, and I grip the sheets as a tightness starts to build up in my core. A small chuckle leaves him, “So impatient are we?” He asks.

A small whimper leaves me at his teasing and how my body is craving more of his touch. He slides his arms underneath my legs to keep them open and closes his lips around my clit, flicking his tongue and sucking on the sensitive bud. My body is on fire. Everything is sensitive as the pressure builds, and I tighten my grip on the sheets, my back arching as I call out his name. He teases my entrance with his fingers, coaxing them into my wetness before inserting one. My pussy clamps down on it, and he moans against me as he continues torturing my swollen clit. As he enters a second finger and flicks my clit with his tongue, the tightness in more core snaps at that exact moment. I see stars and scream out his name as pleasure rolls through me as he drinks every last drop.

My body goes weak from the orgasm. I’ve never come that hard before. It was like being on a high, legs shaking, head buzzing from the pleasure. Hunter sits up, and I can see the remnants of myself drip down his face as he licks his lips.

“Do you want to taste yourself?” His voice is deep and throaty.

“Yes,” It comes out in a whisper.

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