Page 44 of The Lie
I nod, speechless as the pressure rises within me. Dipping down lower, he presses his finger into me. I’m so wet. When he adds a second finger, pleasure rolls through me. He flattens his thumb over my clit as his fingers find my G-spot, and I’m in heaven. I hold on to his biceps to keep myself from levitating off the bed.
“I’m close,” I warn him. He said he wanted to taste me, and I still want that.
Hunter grips my shoulder as he starts moving his face down my body until he’s at my belly. Looking up at me with a smirk, he takes his fingers out and puts them into his mouth and moans. “So worth the wait,” he says with a smirk, and I throw my head back.
His tongue finds my clit, and as he swirls it around, I buck off the bed. He doesn’t let up, holding me as still as he can while he sucks my clit into his mouth. I melt into a puddle of bliss. My hands reach for something to hold on to as I crest over the edge. My orgasm slams into me like a freight train, fast and hard, and still, he doesn’t let up. He teases each and every moan from me until I have nothing left but a hoarse throat, and I sink into the soft bedding.
When he kisses me slowly, I taste myself on his mouth. It doesn’t matter that I just came; I need more. I pull at him, flipping him onto the bed. As I reach for his jeans, he throws his hands behind his head and winks.
“My turn,” I say.
His button and fly undone, I push his jeans down with his boxers, and he lifts himself so I can take them off. His erection, caught between the fabric, finally springs free and slaps his stomach. Hunter chuckles.
I take his silky cock into my left hand. With a cast on my right hand, I’m not sure I can do this as well as I want, but I will manage. As I slowly stroke his hard length, Hunter moans my name, jerking into my fist. I start to stroke faster, twisting my fist on the up motion and moving back to the base. His eyes are on mine, and his once easygoing position has changed to gripping the sheets and rushing after his own orgasm.
I love this. The feeling I get from watching him come undone is glorious.
He bucks a few more times before reaching for my wrist to stop me. “Fuck, your hand is magic, but I need to stop or I’m gonna come.”
I smile playfully…my handwriting might be terrible, but my stroke work is on point. And I don’t want to stop. Bending down, I lick the head of his cock. He watches as I taste the salty pre-cum and moan with his cock in my mouth while I suck it in as deep as I can.
“Mila, babe. As much as I want to come in your mouth, I…want…ugh,fuck.”
I suck harder and twist my mouth, and I’m rewarded with his body bowing toward me, his fingers gripping my hair as he grunts out his release. I swallow down as much as I can before pulling free.
His eyes are glazed over, and when I smirk, he shakes his head then groans, throwing his head back and running his hands over his face.
“Babe.” Hunter smiles and reaches for me, pulling me onto his chest, his cock still hard between us. “That wasn’t what I had in mind when we walked in here.” He rubs my arm, and I pout up at him. He kisses my forehead and chuckles. “I’m not complaining at all, babe. Fuck, if any guy ever complained about getting head like that from the girl he loves…fuck, he’d need to get his head checked.
“I just was thinking this could have gone a little…longer. But your mouth is wicked, in all the best ways. That’s the fastest I’ve ever come. It took me by surprise.”
I giggle, and he tilts my mouth up to his, his big brown eyes on mine. I love the way he looks at me, like he can see all my deep, dark secrets while promising to keep them too.
“I love you, Mila Hart. Always have, always will. I’m yours.”
My heart races at the words. He’s never said that before. No one has ever said that to me. My breath hitches as I pull his face to mine and kiss him softly. I draw away, tracing his lips with my thumb, and look into his eyes.
“I love you, Hunter West. Always have and always will.”
Hunter’s the first to hear those words from me, and I thought it would be hard to tell him that, but it’s perfect. It’s everything I wanted it to be.
He rolls his hips, and his cock is hard against my thigh. The height thing is kinda funny. I like it, though. I reach down and stroke him as his hands cup my ass, trying to gain more friction.
“You have a condom?” I ask him.
Nodding, he reaches for his jeans which lay precariously on the edge of the bed. We don’t have to move as he reaches for the little foil wrapper and puts it on.
He pushes my hair behind my ear and, in that moment, I wish I had a hair tie. I want to watch everything between us.
“I love you.” He kisses me, and I slide my leg over and straddle him.
Reaching between us, I position him at my entrance and sink down onto his thick cock.Fuck. I arch my back and break free from the kiss as I gasp at the feel of him seated in me. I place both my hands on his chest, and the cast makes it harder but he holds me steady as I rock on his cock.
His warm fingers skate up my skin, leaving traces of pleasure in their wake as he cups my breast and rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb. I moan as I rise then sink slowly. This is making love. Slow and steady. This is how I always imagined it would be.
My body is waking up again, my orgasm waiting for me on the other side, but slow is not what my body needs. I can’t finish with slow.
Faster. Harder…justmore.
