Page 72 of Hunter

“I was hoping you would,” she told him, curling her hand around his head and bringing his lips down to her breast. His mouth opened around her nipple, and she melted under the exquisite tugging sensation as he drew on her.

“That’s good,” he said, raising his head to look at her in wonder. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to do it.”

“I told you. I want the same things you do,” she whispered. “And—” She swallowed.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me all the things that feel good to you.”

“If you want to, you could do that with your mouth on one and your fingers on the other,” she whispered.

He experimented with that, then lifted his head, watching the play of emotions on her face.

No one had ever focused on her like this. No one had ever devoted himself so completely, so unselfishly to pleasing her. Each thing he did brought her delight, and that delight was multiplied by the light in his eyes as he learned the secrets of her body.

“Here. I need to feel you here,” she told him, taking his hand and guiding it to the hidden warmth between her thighs.

“Oh—” he exclaimed, then watched her face again as he explored her, learning what she liked best.

Still, his touch quickly became shaky and his breath ragged, and she knew that she’d better end the preliminaries.

“There are lots of ways to manage the last part,” she whispered. “This time, let me do most of the work.”

She asked him to lie back, then dragged his briefs off and straddled him, her eyes locked with his.

His face was a study in awe as his hard flesh touched her softness, as she brought his erection sex inside her.

“That is—” He seemed to have no words to finish the sentence.

Then she began to move, and the awe changed to astonishment.

She found a rhythm that captivated them both, watching his features tighten as his body trembled in its climb toward the high peaks. She saw his face contort. Heard his shout of surprise and gratification. Felt him spasm within her. Then she was driving for her own completion, moving in a frantic rhythm that brought her up and up to heights she had never reached. She called his name, feeling her whole body convulsing above him in tremors of raw pleasure that went on and on, leaving her limp.

Afterwards, she lay on top of him, her skin slick with perspiration, her body boneless as she felt him stroke her hair and shoulders, felt his lips against her damp cheek.

“Thank you for that,” he whispered.

She moved to lie beside him, snuggling against him. His arm came up to hold her close.

“The thanks are mutual,” she answered.

His fingers skimmed her lips. “You’re a good teacher.”

She laughed. “Well, you forgot one thing I tried to teach you.”

His eyes clouded in alarm. “What?”

“Didn’t I warn you not to get undressed in front of a woman?”

His cheeks colored. “This was different. We were wet and cold. I was trying to get us warm.”

She gave a little laugh. “Well, you did that, all right.”

“I guess I did. Very warm,” he said, his lips breaking into a grin.

She smiled back.

“I like this,” he said.

“So do I. I like making you happy.” Finding his hand, she stroked her fingers against his. “I like being happy with you.”

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