Never Been Kissed(128)

It’s all just so good, too good.

“Please, Hunter.”

“I shouldn’t’ve let you touch me. Shit.”

I’m rubbing myself against his body, loving the feel of his weight over me. He’s everywhere and I love it. It feels all too soon that he’s spreading my thighs open with his knees. I look down to see his cock jutting proud, pointing at me, slick at the tip. My hips are arching, silently seeking him. I don’t even know where he got the condom from, but it’s in his mouth as he tears it open with his teeth.

My hands move over my body, touching my sensitized flesh, the only thing that calms the fever-pitch heat of my skin, the tingling that has my body shaking. “Please, please, please...”

My hands go to his forearms, and I feel a coolness against my inner thigh and I know that this is the moment. And I couldn’t be giving my virginity to a better person.

“I’m gonna go slow,” he rumbles, voice low enough that it feels like a caress between my legs.

I bite my lip, but moan anyway.And then it comes – the head of his cock slowly pushing into me, stretching, burning me on the inside. I hiss out a breath and watch with mute fascination as beads of sweat pop on Hunter’s forehead.

My hands go to either side of his ribs as I watch him slowly sink into me. He goes so slowly, letting me get accustomed to his body. Stretching me, filling me, until finally, finally I have all of him.

“Are...” Hunter pants on top of me. His hips settle against the softness of my inner thighs, my knees coming up to his waist, my hands holding onto his biceps.

“You...okay?” He groans, shoving his face in my neck, licking up the side of it.

He broke a part of me I thought I would never give away. I feel my body get used to him, and reluctantly, I squeeze my inner muscles on him, feel his teeth sink into my neck like he’s a lion and he’s reprimanding me. More wetness flows out of me, making him settle easier inside of me.

“I want more,” I tell him. “Please, I need more.”

Hunter pulls out of me, igniting nerve endings with every pull, only to thrust back into me, making the same nerve endings spark to life. He goes to his forearms on either side of my head, his pace increasing, gliding inside of me, deeper, harder each time.

“Baby, you’re so fucking good...” he groans in my ear, rocking harder into me, making me run to the edge of oblivion. With every in-stroke, his cock kisses my clit, sending wildfire through my veins, licking up my spine, making my whole body crackle with energy.

I whimper with every deep thrust, I moan every time he goes harder into me. He gives me wings to fly with, all while keeping me safe in his arms with every stroke.

“Baby, please, you need to come for me.”

I feel it coming, a thunderstorm of sensation radiating outwards from my sex. I hold onto him tighter, lifting my hips higher, getting him even deeper inside of me. I spread my thighs wider, searching, searching for that final push into bliss.

“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter,” his name falls from my lips as I moan it in his ear, whimpering as he moves even faster. Every muscle I have locks down on him, everywhere I touch as the pleasure consumes me, rips me apart and reforms me just in time for Hunter to come inside me, pumping two, three more times. Searching for my mouth, he kisses me deep as he pumps three more times, each one slower than the last, ringing out every last bit of the aftershocks I have from my tender flesh.

His kiss is different now, sweet and apologetic. I don’t know why, I loved ever fraking second of it. He sips at my lips with his own, slowly gliding his tongue into my mouth, letting us lick at each other like we have all the time in the world.

My hands go into his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp. I want to tell him without words how I feel – how much he’s changed me, how much I love him. I pour all that feeling into my kiss, wishing that he could understand what I mean, how important he is to me, how important Matty is to me, and how very grateful I am that I can have him in my life.

For a few moments, it feels like he understands. It’s exactly what I feel in his kiss, too.





Hunter manages to wake me up twice more during the night, stoking this new hunger inside me, and the only way I can sate it is to indulge in his body. I never thought I would be like this – that I would want to touch him and taste him, learn what he likes, what he doesn’t, that now that I’ve had it, I want more and more and more.

I find myself letting him do things to me I never thought I would be capable of. Does this mean I’m a slut? A whore? A slore? Does it even matter?

I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on sex for this long.