Page 48 of Pinkie Promise

I don’t want to let myself believe him but the hurt in his eyes looks painfully sincere.

“Okay,” I whisper. “I’m sorry, yes, okay.”

“No apologising,” he murmurs, pulling my body higher against his chest. “I’m glad you said yes, but no apologising anymore, okay?”

My palms slide up his pecs and his breathing turns shallow, his chest rising and falling in quickening pumps.

“I need… I need to tell you…” he says again, but then we’re closing the space between us and he crushes his mouth on mine.

His touch is warm and firm, and I moan with relief as soon as he kisses me. The large hand in my hair travels down to grip my jaw and the palm on my hip skirts dangerously around the hem of my dress.

“I think about this every night,” he murmurs, pulling back slightly so that he can watch me stroke at his chest.

“Your body’s so big,” I whisper, as my fingertips rub up the length of his happy trail.

“Fuck,” he grunts, and suddenly he’s rolling me onto my back. He grabs my hand with one of his and leashes it around to the back of his neck. “Don’t do that, baby. We’re just making out tonight. Touching me there makes me wanna do stuff with you.”

He dips his mouth back to mine and presses my body harder into the mattress. I stroke my fingers into his hair and he moves one of his hands to my inner thigh. I gasp in shock, and the parting of my lips is all that Hunter needs. He eases me wide open and slides his tongue inside my mouth.

My hips squirm wildly beneath the soft cotton of his joggers and he grunts hard as he shoves my dress up to my belly. He rolls his groin against mine, making my brain blackout completely, and he rubs his tongue in long hot strokes against my own.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby,” he grunts, pulling away and cupping my cheek. “Can I keep doing that?” he asks. “Can I keep kissing you like this?”

“Please,” I whisper, pulling him back down to me with weak arms. He releases a gruff satisfied sound as soon as he’s kissing me again and my body splays bonelessly against his soft dark comforter. He slides his tongue back inside my mouth and lets out a long low groan, before he begins rubbing me so fast that I feel the pressure in my belly. His hips grind slow and hard between my legs, his bare chest occasionally brushing painfully over my aching nipples.

The long muscle in his joggers jerks hard against my heat and he groans into my neck, his breathing erratic. “Didn’t mean to do that. Not wearing boxers.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and whisper, “I can tell.”

“Sorry,” he murmurs before pressing a series of slower kisses against my lips. He licks at my tongue gently, his back muscles rolling in time with his hips.

“Hunter,” I gasp, as his fingers suddenly grip at the curves of my chest.

“Yeah,” he says hoarsely, eyes on his hand as it rubs a careful circle over me. He squeezes slightly and I stifle a sob.

“We need to stop,” I whisper. “Someone could come in here.”

He glances in a daze over to his door and then shoves his hand through his hair, panting hard. “Sorry,” he says again, dropping his entire bodyweight on top of me. He presses a hard kiss against my temple as he tries to calm down his breathing.

“I don’t think I’m ready to… I want to, but I’m not ready yet,” I admit, feeling a little embarrassed.

His breathing is heavy as he holds me firmly against his chest. “Didn’t mean to make you think that I was tryin’ to fuck you,” he says quietly, groaning in anguish when his length jerks against me again. “I know we ain’t there yet.” He thinks for a moment and then adds, “Fuck, I don’t even have condoms.”

He rolls over onto his back and brings me along for the ride. I end up straddling his groin while my breasts remain compressed against his abdomen. He strokes one palm down to my ass and gives my cheek a rough slap.

“It’s hard to take it slow when I’ve got you on my sheets is all.”

He pulls me up his body and then cups his hands around my face.

The action is so sweet that I let out a happy laugh and Hunter does a half sit-up so that he can kiss me.

“You ever had a boyfriend?” he asks, stroking at my jaw. When I shake my head he grins and says, “You want one?”

I laugh as if he’s teasing me, before gripping my fingers into his pecs for push-up leverage. He groans when my nails dig into him and it’s such a beautiful sound that I decide to dig them in even harder.

“Ugh, yeah, keep doing that,” he grunts, closing his eyes briefly as he shoves my hips down onto his lap, pressing me forcefully against his rigid cock. His mouth is set into a sexual sneer, his chest pumping hard. “Don’t know if you can tell,” he murmurs, “but I swear to God I could… I could finish just from this.”

My thighs squeeze and Hunter sits up so that he can look down at me. He gives me a slow but firm kiss and warmth spreads deep in my belly.

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