Page 73 of Back in the Saddle

Her hands blindly found the front of his jeans. Fingers trembling with excited anticipation, she undid the belt buckle, the button and pulled the zipper down.

‘I think we’re both still overdressed,’ she teased, her right hand reaching below the waistband of his underwear.

Hunter grinned, standing up. He took his jeans and socks off, staying in just a pair of black boxer shorts.

‘Better?’

Caroline’s eyes caressed every inch of his spectacular chest and legs. ‘Well, no – you still aren’t naked.’

‘I think we should first rid you of your jeans, don’t you think?’ He smirked, kneeling on the bed beside her.

She shook her head in mock annoyance and started wiggling her bottom and thighs to take them off. ‘You could help me, it’s not as easy as it looks when you’re lying down.’

He chuckled but grabbed the fabric and rolled it down. He pulled her socks off and sat down next to her.

Covering her hand with his, he took in her body. She smiled without a hint of embarrassment this time. She was wearing one of her favourite sets of lingerie: emerald with gold lace, which she had bought not only because it was her favourite colour, but because the shop assistant had commented on how good it would look with her colouring.

Hunter clearly shared this sentiment as he coaxed her up to a sitting position as well and grazed his finger over her nipple through the fabric.

‘As much as I think this looks great on you,’ he said, nowlifting his left hand up as well, ‘I think you’re going to look even better without it.’

Eyes not leaving hers, he unhooked the bra at the back. All it took was one swish hand movement. No fumbling, no awkwardness, no needing to do it herself.

Caroline pulled away. Wordlessly, she pushed the right bra strap down her arm, inch by inch, her eyes burning into Hunter’s. She didn’t know what had got into her, but she took her time, every movement the slowest motion. Seeing the tantalising undoing etch deeper and deeper into his features every time her fingers grazed her own skin, her confidence surged.

‘You’re killing me here,’ he groaned.

‘Patience is a virtue.’

His eyes darkened. ‘I’ve never been a virtuous man. Or a patient one.’

She shook her head, biting back a smile. ‘So, you prefer this off?’ Her fingers tugged on the left strap, the only thing keeping the bra still on.

Hunter pushed himself up on the bed in between her open knees. ‘Off,’ he growled.

‘Are you sure though?’ she taunted. ‘I quite like it on.’

He stared at her with an intensity that stoked blazing fire at the end of her every nerve.

She swallowed, dragging the strap down in one swish motion. She barely had time to throw it elsewhere on the bed before Hunter was in front of her, so close she thought that their bodies might become one from the maddening nearness alone.

Hunter let out another growl, this one almost primal. Roughly, he cupped her breasts, drawing slow circles over her areolas. He bent his head, and she shivered as his tongue touched the same path his fingers had been tracking.

He worshipped them the way no one ever had – licking, sucking, massaging. With every shot of building orgasm, Caroline’s mind lost some sharpness. She knew some people were able to experience nipple orgasm; never did she think she could be one of them. It was uncharted pleasure territory, one she ached to explore further.

She drew in a sharp inhale. Her nipples stiffened as arousal pooled in her lower abdomen. ‘That feels so good,’ she murmured, not intending to say it out loud.

Hunter chuckled. ‘Darling, this is just the beginning. I plan to make you scream over and over again, until you lose your voice.’

Caroline moaned in the acknowledgement of his promise. Closing her eyes, she lolled her head backwards to give him better access to her neck, which his mouth moved onto.

His penis pressed hard against her belly. She was growing more and more relaxed, wetness between her legs clear evidence of her desire. Without wanting to wait any longer, she tugged at his boxers and pulled them down. Then, she slid her underwear off.

He stood up, heaving deep breaths. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’

‘Yes,’ she said, rolling her eyes as she brushed hair off her forehead.

He nodded.

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