Page 37 of Operation Wolf: Hunter
I shook my head, sinking my hands into his ass so I could push him back inside me again. “No. You feel good. More,” I encouraged.
He began thrusting inside me again. The throbbing inside me eased and then increased with every thrust, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of bliss. But I held on, wanting this moment to last as long as it could.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he rasped, staring down at me.
I gazed into his gemlike eyes, sucked into the storm of emotion and hunger I saw there that mirrored my own feelings so well. Wanting more, I increased the pace, forcing him to match my thrusts as we raced closer to the end. All too soon, it came, but the blinding rush of pleasure was so all-consuming that I was filled with bliss from head to toe, something that had never happened to me in my entire life.
When I finally came back to myself, Hunter was lying on top of me, pressing me into the dirt and hay as he caught his breath, and I realized he must have come too. Gently, I stroked his back through his shirt, and we lay there for a long while as our heart rates evened out.
“That was incredible,” Hunter said finally, levering himself up onto his elbows to look at me. The raw hunger in his face was replaced by a peaceful expression, his facial muscles relaxing.
“Yeah, it was.” I stroked the side of his face, enjoying the way his stubble teased the backs of my fingers.
“Especially the hellacious light show,” he muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing, darling,” he answered with a smile. “Just a hallucination I had while experiencing the best sex of my entire life.”
“Your entire life, huh?” I arched a brow.
“Hell yes!”
“Well, goddamn! I feel special.”
“You are special,” he answered before kissing me hard on the lips. “To me,” he finished before pulling back to stare at me.
My heart raced, and my tummy got tied up in knots from his unexpected compliment.
“You know, Hunter . . . you’ve seen me naked twice, and I haven’t seen you naked yet.”
Hunter laughed and then reared up onto his knees. “Well, I can’t promise you a full show right now,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he discarded the condom and buttoned up his jeans, “on account of wanting to be prepared and everything, but I guess I can take my shirt off for you.”
He slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt, revealing a tawny expanse of chest and washboard abs that I could definitely do laundry on. He allowed the shirt to slip down his broad shoulders and then stood still as I came closer, enabling me to inspect him by the light of the moon.
“Do I meet your standards?” he asked, his amusement evident.
I ran my fingers through the curls on his chest and then followed the happy trail disappearing down beneath the waistband of his jeans. His lower abs tightened a little as my fingers hovered there, barely dipping below, and I swore I saw his manhood swell a little beneath the denim.
“I think you’d meet most male-model industry standards, yes,” I teased. Then I smoothed my hands back up his chest and down his shoulders, running them along the dips and valleys of his triceps. “Shit, would I love to photograph you sometime,” I murmured, entranced by his muscle definition.
“Maybe you can.”
“Huh?” I glanced up at him in surprise, but there was no mockery or sarcasm in his expression.
“Maybe you can photograph me sometime,” he said, smiling. “I’ve never posed nude before, but I’d be willing to do it for you,” he said, waggling his eyebrows again.
I laughed. “I haven’t had to photograph a nude male in a while, but I have a feeling I’d enjoy doing you.”
Hunter raised a brow. “I’m pretty sure we’ve discovered that you already enjoy doing me,” he said as he snagged me by the waist, covering my mouth with a bone-melting kiss.
“Smartass,” I muttered against his lips before he lowered me to the hay-covered ground again.
