Page 111 of From Now On

So I simply look up at him, my mouth so dry I doubt I could speak anyway.

“Eve…” He utters my name like a prayer, tone a little reverent and a lot awed, and some of the self-consciousness recedes.

My legs widen another few inches, my calf no longer blocking my view of his crotch. The bulge is bigger than it was when I checked his dick out earlier, and seeing that reaction helps my confidence too.

“It’s short for Evelyn,” I whisper.

He half smiles again. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I reply, resenting the side of his mouth that stays flat. I want to see his full grin.

“Hunter isn’t short for anything,” he tells me.

A surprised laugh bursts out. “I figured.”

He nods, half smile still in place, and then his head ducks down.

I don’t realize what he’s doing until the first swipe of his tongue parts my slit.

“Fuck” slips through my surprised lips, because it feelsgood. His fingers dig into my upper right thigh, holding me spread wide, his other hand lifting my left leg and resting it on his broad shoulder. His tongue circles my opening with teasing licks, then his lips close around my clit and suck.

I swear again—alotlouder. The sudden assault of pleasure is startling. It feels like I’m floating, my only anchor the spots buzzing from his touch. The familiar surroundings of my bedroom are a blur of color, the sparks skittering across my vision otherworldly.

Thisis what it’s supposed to feel like? Oral sex has never been unpleasant, but it has mostly felt like wet lapping. A nudge of pleasure that faded quickly. Not the inferno that’s blazing now.

Hunter’s tongue is stroking with the same skilled focus he kissed my mouth with, and I realize… I’m not going to have to fake an orgasm.

I’mfightingto keep the pressure from shattering, because I want to memorize how this peak feels before I fall. It’s a shimmering bubble I want to remain in forever.

Hunter’s grip on my thigh relaxes, his mouth moving higher and his fingers filling former emptiness. My back arches when he starts to fuck me with two fingers, my inner muscles clutching at them greedily.

I only last three pumps before losing the battle. I come calling his name, strong convulsions wracking my entire body as my toes flex and my fingers fist the comforter so tightly my knuckles turn white.

It doesn’t stop. Doesn’t fade after a few seconds. The waves of bliss don’t disappear until my muscles are shaking and my throat feels raw. Even then, I can still feel the faint echo of pleasure in lingering twitches.

I’m still panting, still stunned, when Hunter raises his head. His lips and chin are glossy with the evidence of my arousal. He smirks at my slack expression, running a tongue along his bottom lip before resting a knee on the bed. The mattress beside my hip dips as he joins me, springs squeaking softly.

“Still cold?” he asks casually.

I manage a “No” between pants as he sprawls out beside me, fully clothed. “Um, thanks.”

When I gather enough energy to glance over, he’s smiling at the ceiling. “You’re welcome.”

Well, aren’t we polite.

I’m waiting for him to make another move, but he seems content to relax on my bed.

I wasn’t expecting him to go down on me. If I’d known he was planning to, I would have told him not to bother, since it’salways ended with disappointment and embarrassment on both sides. I thought we’d come in here, have sex, and then he’d leave.

Be brave, Eve.

I sit up, which is harder than it’s ever been before. My muscles are languid and loose, completely uncooperative. My limbs feel like limp, overcooked noodles. I could have just woken up from a coma.

Hunter’s head rolls to look at me, his blue eyes alert and assessing. They darken to near-navy as I straddle his hips, the ridge of his erection reigniting the needy ache he just alleviated.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask.

He nods. “In my pocket.” His hands grasp the hem of my shirt and lift, skimming my ribs so the fabric bunches beneath my boobs. “Take this off.”

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