Page 24 of My Mail Order Valentine

In a wanton move I never thought I'd do, I open my legs, offering myself to Hunter. He gets into the bed and caresses my legs up and down. My heart is beating fast, and I see he is also affected. I'm waiting for him to connect our bodies once more, but he hesitates.

He crawls on his hands and knees on the mattress and stops when his face is right between my legs. Is he? When he starts kissing my inner thigh, I realize he is going to kiss me in the most vulnerable part. And I am dying for him to do it.

"Hunter, please."

I don't care that I'm begging him. I need him to put his mouth on me and make me come.

"I've been dying to taste you, Elena."

He lowers his head and places kisses all over my mound. Around and around he goes but never reaches my slit, which is slick with my arousal. After torturing me for what seems like forever, he runs his tongue up and down my slit.

I almost jump out of the bed when I feel his delicious tongue against my tender skin, and I instinctively grab his head and try to pull it towards me.

"Mmmm, so sweet."

My face grows heated, and I imagine it must be red by now, but I love all the attention Hunter is giving me. I want him to touch me and kiss me everywhere. That's when he finds my clit and twirls it with his tongue.

The pleasure intensifies inside me, and when he inserts his fingers inside my channel, I become desperate for the inevitable explosion.

"Yes, Hunter, please!"

His fingers start a steady rhythm inside me, and he takes my clit in his mouth, sucking it gently. My hips begin to move against his face so that I'm basically fucking his face. That only seems to encourage him, and his movements become faster.

The coil inside me has finally gathered all the tension in my body and the explosion that follows makes me see stars. I scream Hunter's name, but he doesn't stop finger fucking me. He rides my orgasm with me until I can no longer stand to be touched.

Hunter looks up at me from between my legs and gives me a bright smile.

"You look beautiful when you come for me, baby."

He crawls up the bed and lies on his side next to me. I'm shy about looking at his naked body, but not for long. He's in perfect physical shape because of his job, and I want to run my handsall over him. Perhaps I want to mark what is mine. I think I'm getting ahead of myself, though.

I grab his hand and twine my fingers through his. I realize his cock is still very much hard and red and looks delicious. I lick my lips and try to be brave.

"Do you want me to…?"

"Not this time. I want to…"

"What?"

"We started this all wrong."

I tense up at his words. Does he regret this?

"Hey, no, it's nothing bad." He hesitates. "I should have worshipped you from the beginning, not start groping you like a caveman."

"Maybe I like you like that."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes. Come back here between my legs. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up to the hilt."

"You're not too sensitive or sore?"

"I want you, Hunter."

Hunter wants to take things slow this time, but I won't let him. I touch him brazenly, stoking his fires until he has no choice but to open my legs with his knees and thrust deep inside me. This time, the pressure is less, but I still feel completely full. I love the feeling.

He has no mercy on me. He starts moving in and out of me, every thrust bringing more and more pleasure. Pretty soon, the rhythm he keeps is punishing with how hard and fast he is fucking me, and I just grab on tight to him.

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