Page 64 of Educating Arrogant Mr. Hunter

Her lips trailed down and across my chest.

I didn’t want to do or say anything that might make her stop.

“This needs to go.” She gave me a seductive smile and slid my shirt from my shoulders. My oversensitive skin vibrated at the sensuous warmth left in its wake. I had a feeling she was going to make me pay for going so slow initially. While I loved being in control, the desire to please her allowed me to sit back and let her continue. She dragged the tips of her fingers over my defined pecs and abs, mapping my body, her eyes lighting up in satisfaction as my breath caught.

“Too many layers,” she complained and tugged at my belt. The curve of her hand rubbed at my dick as she freed the strip of leather from the loops in my pants. I shuddered when she boldly cupped my cock and squeezed hard. I needed more.

My decision to give over control short circuited and I reared up, needing to touch her. I peppered kisses down her neck before pushing her upright. “You’re right, there are too many layers between us.” I made quick work of her wrap dress. When she stood before me in only her lacy turquoise bra and underwear, my dick punched at the seam of my pants, demanding to be let free.

Desire burned through me at the unobstructed view of her luscious curves, her wide hips, and soft stomach. The paleness of her skin tone was highlighted by the contrasting turquoise blue of her lingerie. She was so fucking gorgeous. It was like every erotic fantasy I had was standing right in front of me.

Wren’s beautiful tits taunted me, silently asking me to honor them, to give them pleasure. My hands skipped up the sides of her waist and slipped to the clasp of her bra. Her breasts burst free, and I moaned at the perfection of her body. I leaned forward and licked one large nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Needing to have my hands all over her, I pinched her other nipple until she gasped. “Too much?” I asked, only wanting her pleasure.

“A sting, but not too much. Keep going,” she pleaded. Her hands dug into my hair, her fingertips massaging my scalp after each tug. A shudder ripped through me at the knowledge that the simplest touch from her drove me crazy.

“God, I love the taste of your skin on my tongue,” I groaned. I blew cool air across her wet nipple, waiting for it to bead into a hard point before I did the same to the other. I nipped and sucked until Wren’s hips began writhing. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded.

“Touch me,” she begged in a broken whisper.

“I am.” I licked her nipple, a smile on my lips.

She thrust her fingers into the sides of her panties and huffed as she tried to tug them off, only getting them partway down her legs.

Not releasing my hold on her waist, I pressed kisses down her chest and across the softness of her stomach. She pushed at my shoulders to force me to go lower. “You can’t rush me as I worship your body.”

“I need more,” she begged.

I swept my palms down the outside of her thighs and then ran them up the inside, taking the time to note what she liked. Her hips rocked, and a slight tremble shook her body. She wanted me. Needed me. The thought warmed my heart and turned my dick to solid stone. I pushed one finger inside, then a second and a third, giving her as much as she could take.

“Like this?” she felt impossibly tight.

“Fuck yes,” she gasped.

My lips slid down and my nose brushed against the curls at the apex of her thighs. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing and pinching them, as my tongue flattened and I licked up her slit and curled around her clit. Watching her touch herself drove me to pleasure her even more.

She hissed out a breath.

I circled her engorged nub and then flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. Her knees pushed at the sides of my head while her hips bucked erratically until I banded my arm around her waist, holding her down. My eyes drifted up to catch her mouth dropping open into a wordless ‘o.’ Her belly rippled, and her legs shook as her orgasm ripped through her.

She was so fucking sexy.

I held tight even as her sighs and moans turned into shrieks. “Oh God. You need to stop.” She jerked against my mouth. “I’m too sensitive.”

Wren shuddered as I withdrew my fingers and nuzzled my lips against her stomach.

“I need to sit, or I’m about to end up in a puddle on your floor,” she finally got out.

I lifted her and gently laid her back on my bed. I skated my fingers downward and slipped her underwear the rest of the way off her body and carefully removed her knee high black heeled boots. As she settled on the mattress, she gave me a sexy as fuck look and crooked her fingers.

That was all the encouragement I needed as I tore off my pants. My eagerness rivaled the first time I’d ever had sex. I kicked them aside, cursing when they caught on my shoes.

She giggled at the sight of me hopping from one foot to the next, tossing off the offending pieces, not caring where they landed. I grabbed a foil packet from the nearby nightstand, opened it with my teeth, and slipped the condom on before crawling up her body. It didn’t matter that she had an IUD. I’d wrap my cock until she permitted me to do otherwise.

Her thighs parted as I slid between them, and her ankles hooked around my back. My erection, large and painful, nudged at her entrance.

“Are you sure?” I asked one more time.

“Yes,” she said with a deep sigh of contentment. “I need to feel you inside me.”

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