Page 31 of Playing With Secrets
“I feel the same about you.” I line him up and hold him between my lips as I flick my tongue over his tip.
“Fuck, you know how to welcome a guy home.” His voice simmers as I take him into my mouth.
I get him slick with a few glides and licks as I take him in and out of my mouth. I suck hard and show him all my desire to do this. When his shaft is wet enough that my lips won’t stick to his skin, I move my hand away.
Hunter tilts his head and watches me with hooded eyes. “That’s it, beauty. Just the way I like it.”
I slide him in and out between my lips. Down my throat, letting him gag me just as he loves. I cup his balls in my handand I roll them around in my palm with the perfect amount of pressure.
He gathers my hair into a fist and uses it to set the pace. His heated gaze flicks between pleasure and desire.
“Take all of me, my queen.” He pushes farther down my throat.
I moan, telling him to keep going if he wants. He thrust into my mouth faster and harder.
The wetness that trickles between my thighs is filled with a desperate need, yet it’s denied any chance of release.
My sex will go untouched, and that thought has the pressure building inside me until I can’t help but move to escape all the reasons I’m out of commission.
I rock in rhythm with him and rub my clit. As he pushes into me, I twist my hips in search of that perfect friction that’ll bring me to a release.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His eyes, full of love, stare at me in awe.
I need this so much right now.
Breaking our gaze, I take him down deeper. I’m not in the mood for love. I want control and power. That gives me an idea.
I tease him to the edge of his release and then change it up. He holds my hair tight and tries to get me to take him over the top, but I don’t let him. I lick him slowly as his balls pull high and tight.
This is something I do well, so I focus on it and force the pressing images of all that I lost today far down in the back of my mind. Hunter is my solace, helping me heal in ways I can’t on my own.
“Make me come, my love.” He thrusts harder, using his hands against the bed as leverage. “Make me come.”
I torture him a little more as I rub myself. If he’s going to get off, so am I.
“As sexy as you are, you should know I’m dying over here.” He gasps and grunts. “Beauty, stop teasing me.”
I moan and suck him a little more than I was. I work my fingers over my clit in circular motions until I’m ready to buckle and shake.
My stomach clenches down and my orgasm sputters from me as I try not to bite down on his shaft. I attempt to keep my eyes connected to his, but they flutter as I shudder out of control.
“Fuck, that was hot.” He pumps twice more, holding my head in place as he does. “Get ready. Here it comes.”
His salty, thick cum spurts over my tongue and then down my throat, pulse after pulse as his release seems to go on and on. Once he’s done, I swallow as much as I can.
There, I consider that a job well done.
His lazy eyes smile down on me. As I pull away, he falls to his back. I bring myself to my feet and stand before him.
Without moving, his eyes cast toward me. “I don’t know what that was about, but I’m not complaining.”
He runs his hands over his face while I gaze over his magnificent body. I take my win and strut off to the bathroom, sinking into this feeling and pushing aside everything else.
About an hour later, I feel sick to my stomach. Jami warned me it could happen, but I didn’t think it would be so soon. That means there’s no reprieve in sight for me, at least not for a while.
Hunter holds out two pills. “Here, take these for your headache. I’ve got your bed set up, so all you need to do is get in and let me care for you forthe rest of the night.”
I pop them in my mouth and take a sip of water. “You don’t have to stay with me tonight. I know you hate my bed.”
