I move my arms outside the cage of his to stroke up his shoulders, shaping his muscles with my hands, admiring his strength as I settle my hands at either side of his neck. With Hunter above me, our abs pressed together, his lips hovering above mine, I’ve never known a need like this before.
How does any sixteen-year-old handle this? This overwhelming hyperawareness that seeps into every single pore of my skin?
I palm his scalp, digging my fingers in to massage the skin, bringing his mouth that much closer to mine. When I speak, our lips touch, transferring the meaning into his body.
“You are the sexiest man I have ever seen,” I whisper against his mouth. Hunter holds himself still, like the words have never been said before and they’re a surprise. “You are kind and generous. You might even be cooler than Batman,” I get a twitch of his lips against my mouth, “but we’ll have to see about that. You’re strong and brave, and you’re a good Dad. You make me want you, just with a look in your eye. You make me crave your kiss so that it’s the last thing I think of every night. You make me feel sexy, when I’ve never felt sexy in my entire life.”
I kiss him, moving our mouths together until it’s me putting my tongue in his mouth, stroking it against his, even sucking on it as the ache inside of me grows and grows. God, I want him inside of me, I want to taste every inch of his skin, trace his muscles with my tongue, learn all his tattoos by heart. I want to suck on his nipple piercings, and nibble on his six-pack. I want, I want, I want.
I move my arms so my hands can now caress his ribs, going up to stroke his thick lats as I feel him flex against me, his hard cock against my hip, moving in circles as I slowly roll my hips into his thigh.
I moan his name, panting as I go back to sucking his bottom lip, nipping it with my teeth as I drag him closer, having more of his weight settled on me. My hands squeeze between our bodies, exploring every ripple of his abs, the sex lines on either side of his hips arrowing down to my destination.
“You don’t- Fuck, baby, you don’t have to do this, Sera,” Hunt says, voice gruff, like it’s being pulled out of his chest. God, I did that, I made him make that sound. He groans into my mouth when I find him, hot and ready for me, still in his boxers and his half-open jeans.
I don’t know what I’m doing, or what technique is needed now that he’s in my hands. I get both hands around his thick length, so hot and hard, and smooth, unlike anything I’ve ever touched.
“I want to watch you come, Hunt. I want to give you that.” I get drunk on my power over his body, over the sounds he makes, the way his body bucks into mine. I never thought I would be able to get this kind of reaction from a man, that my body or my touch would ever be appealing, but to him it is.
And I’m going to use that power, and watch him unravel before me.
“It’s supposed to be the other way around. I want to touch you, I want to make you feel good. I want my name coming out of your mouth like that over and over, baby,” he groans, bucking slowly into my hand. I’m crazed by his movements, so slow and controlled. So perfect.
I shiver, the vibration going through my hands and into him. He groans and rolls his hips deeper into my hands as I gently squeeze him, taking my cues from the pitch of his voice, the way his body moves into mine to vary my pressure on him as I stroke along his length.
Words tumble out of my mouth that never would have if I were still Josie Geller. I say whatever comes to mind, what I want him to do, what I want him to feel.
“Pretend you’re already inside me, Hunt,” I whisper, watch his blue eyes blaze as he watches my mouth, like he can’t believe what’s coming out of me, either. “Am I hot? Am I wet and slippery for you?”
My breath hitches as he rolls his hips into my working hands, as I twist them on him, pulling on him and he works himself deeper into my grip, sliding back and forth. God, he’s beautiful. His abs contract with each movement, rippling under the skin.
“Sera...” he growls my name, rolling his hips deeper into my hands, faster now, quicker movements. I feel him move harder into my hands, and it’s like he’s moving inside of me. “Sera, please...”
I squeeze a little harder, moving my hands as fast as I can as pressed close as we are. His breath comes in pants, his mouth sucking on the skin of my neck between each inhale and exhale. I burn for him, and watching him slowly come apart has more dampness soaking my panties.
“Hunter,” I moan in his ear, while mouthing the words I love you to the ceiling. He growls and gasps and groans as his hips move even faster into my hands, rough now as he reaches for that final push into oblivion. As he comes, he pumps into my hands three more times, like he can’t get enough of the friction. He groans in my neck, nearly crushing the air out of me. What a glorious way to die.