Page 76 of Ropers Can't Tie Knots
From his knees, he pushes my pants and boxers down my legs and rests his head against my thigh. Calloused fingers trail over myexposed skin, lighting every fuse in my body as my dick swells with every breath of air I take, like it’s connected to my breathing and not the worship of the man in front of me.
Sex with Hunter has been hot. We fuck with unbridled passion or make out like lust-driven teenagers and even get each other off while laughing. We connect every time, and it’s never disappointing, but there’s a very definite shift when I grip his hair in my hands as he finally parts his lips to swallow me down.
Looking down at Hunter with his mouth full of my cock, eyes looking up at me with this…this gratitude? I’ve never seen him like this, and a part of me fears he thinks he has to do this to get me to forgive his actions.
“Doll…” Hunter moans around me, and I lose my train of thought for a moment, but I tug his hair and pull him off my cock. “You know you don’t need to make up for anything, right? I love you just the same as I did this morning.”
He kisses his way up my body until he stands again. His eyes tell me everything I need to know, no matter what his lips might say. “I love you. I love us, and we’re going to make mistakes. Just love me, okay?”
“I’ll love you as long as I breathe, Gabe. Probably even longer.”
“That’s all I need.”
Hunter’s body relaxes, and I know I was right. He always wants to do the right thing and hates letting people down. The divorce situation sucks. I won’t deny that I wish I didn’t have to experience that ache as I signed my name, but what matters to me is that he’s my husband. Obviously, it’s what he wants, too, and while I appreciate the romance, love it, to be honest, I want him ravishing me because he wants to and not for any other reason.
Candles flicker as we let the rest of his clothes hit the floor. His playfulness returns, and I’m once again under the spell of the hot cowboy I never thought I’d have. He pulls me onto the bed with him, our legs tangling until he hitches my leg over his hip and grins against my lips.
“Have I told you lately I love your ass?” His fingers run through my crease, and I shiver.
“I don’t think so, but don’t let me stop you from telling me again.”
Hunter reaches up and pulls a bottle out from under the pillow. After flipping the cap, he places my hand on my ass cheek. “Pull it apart for me, beautiful.” Of course I do as he asks, and he squirts a line of cold lube down my ass. “Sorry about the chill, but you’ll be too hot to care in a few minutes.”
He tosses the bottle behind me and, because he knows what I like, he wastes no time pushing a finger inside. My hips press into him, and he hovers his mouth over mine. “How many do you want before I have you ride me again, Gabe?”
His lips tease me with quick kisses, and I can taste the caramel sauce from his cheesecake on his tongue.
“More.” It’s all I can pant as he fucks me with his fingers and holds me so tight I can’t even get a hand to my dick.
“I could make you come like this. Do you want that?” He pauses as he slips another inside, and we both groan. He knows all the right spots to make my body keen for more.
“Not this time,” I groan. “I want to come on your cock.” Hunter bites my shoulder with his fingers in my ass, and I moan in frustration. “Please…”
Hunter lingers, dusting his lips on my neck before he gently rolls me onto my back. He runs his finger through the puddle of pre-cum on my belly with a smirk. “You sure do like that, don’t you? Next time, I’ll remember those toys you teased me with at Christmas.”
We haven’t made time to have proper fun with those yet, and right now I regret it. Hunter rolls off the bed and walks to the closet, leaving me naked and needy on the mattress. The candles cast a glow on his body as he rummages in the closet.
“Picking out tomorrow’s clothes already?” I joke, but it’s breathless and needy, and he looks back over his shoulder.
“More like picking out your attire for the rest of the evening.”
He returns with a giant white box and sets it on the bed before making himself comfortable next to me.
“Open it and put it on, counsellor. You know what to do.”
Not the best time to give me a gift that’s not his dick, but I won’t complain. I lift the lid and my jaw drops.
“No way.” Inside is a cowboy hat, and Hunter’s gaze darkens as I place it on my head.
“I prefer you wearing mine, but you look damn good in a cowboy hat, Gabe. Even with clothes on.” He grins as I scramble over his body. My lips press to his and I kiss him before straddling his hips.
“You are amazing. Every day. All day. I love it.” Smashing my lips to his again, he smiles against them, and I slide my ass back and forth along his dick. “Gimme something to ride, doll.”
He holds himself steady as I sink down on him with an appreciative moan. My fingers splay across his chest, his chest hair coarse under my palms as I adjust to him. The soft scent from theroses and the flickering of the candles couldn’t be more perfect to reflect the softer side of Hunter.
“Christ, Gabe, why do you always feel so good?”
Hunter’s fingers curl into the flesh of my hips, and I bite my lip and sit up. With a hand on my new hat, I roll my hips. “You were made for me, doll.”
