Page 93 of Pinkie Promise

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whisper, setting the ribbon on the nightstand.

He glances over at the ribbon and then absently slides one of his palms through my hair. His fingers feel so good that I arch into his touch and make a quiet moan.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, baby. It hurts, but it’s good. So good.” He moves one of my hands back to his boxers and he murmurs, “Do it again.”

I bite my lip, my breathing shallow.

“Guide me?” I ask, my eyes imploring.

He swallows hard and drops his gaze as he nods. Slowly, he pushes our hands beneath the cotton waistband and I nuzzle my face into the tan curve of his neck as he presses a kiss against my temple.

As soon as he has my hand wrapped around him his chest expands, his hips thrusting on instinct. The power in his movement makes my eyes widen and heat spreads wildly through my aching breasts.

“S-sorry,” he murmurs, kissing his way down my cheek. I tilt my head back to meet his eyes and he looks down at me with pained adoration. I grip and stroke firmly around his base, although his arousal is so large I haven’t even felt the tip yet.

Hunter ducks down to press his lips against mine and his free hand slips under the bottom of my jumper. When he feels my bare skin beneath the thick material he lets his palm roam higher, his strong hips meeting the tentative movements of my hand.

His fingers meet the back of my bra and he thrusts faster, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and growling in pleasure.

“You’re not wearing a top,” he murmurs against me, and his voice is so deep that my thighs fall open.

He grunts, sliding his tongue back inside, and he pulls our hands from his underwear. He shoves my arm around his shoulders before he pushes his hand up my skirt.

“Under my hockey sweater,” he rasps, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties. “You ain’t wearing anything under there other than your bra.”

“Is that so?” I whisper, teasing him with his words from earlier.

I may or may not have taken my top off before Winter and I went to watch the game.

Hunter smiles and heaves up onto his haunches, his hands moving from beneath my skirt to the hem of the jumper. “Feels that way to me, baby,” he murmurs.

I stretch my arms up over my head and rub my heat against the large bulge in his boxers. “See for yourself.”

Hunter keeps his eyes on mine as he rolls the jumper up my body, pulling it up my arms and then tossing it to the floor. His cheeks are ruddy and his breathing is fast, his gaze still locked on mine as if he won’t allow himself to look down.

I sit up on my elbows, wearing nothing but my bra, my skirt, and my panties, and I tilt my head to one side, biting back my smile as I wait for him to look at me.

His eyes drop down to my chest and he scrapes a hand down his jaw.

“Christ.”

He slips his fist back into his boxers, cursing quietly as he begins frantically stroking his cock.

“They’re uh…” He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

“You’rebeautiful,” I whisper, and he immediately shakes his head, laughing. I reach up as he lowers himself down, and we laugh breathlessly as we kiss.

“You gonna let me touch them?” he asks, his hands moving up to grip tight around my waist.

“With or without the bra?” I ask, giggling when he groans against my neck.

“Uh… I uh…” He pulls back and scratches at his jaw, unable to tear his eyes away from my chest. “Any way you want it, baby.”

I arch up, rubbing myself against his pecs, and Hunter drops his face into the pillow behind me with a desolate groan in his throat.

I use his moment of distraction to roll over onto my belly and Hunter is instantly positioning himself behind me, pushing my skirt over my ass and palming eagerly at my soft cheeks.

“The clasp is at the back,” I explain innocently as I watch him from over my shoulder. He pins me with a heated stare because he knows that I’m being a little tease.

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