In a quick decision, I let go of my breasts and sucked him in as far as I could. His tip hit the back of my throat.
“Oh!” Hunter said in a surprised release of breath.
I backed off quickly and immediately sucked him in deep again, stroking with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. I massaged, stroked and sucked, as fast as I could, feeling that smooth skin enter and leave my mouth.
“Livy—”
That was all the warning I got. He gave a long groan, shaking on the bed as an orgasm stole his speech. As he calmed, I couldn’t help myself. I had to break the mood.
“I’ll just run to the bathroom really quick,” I said as I climbed off the bed.
“Mouthwash is in the cabinet on the right, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
It was exactly what I was looking for. I hastened into the large bathroom with double sinks, his toiletries around one, the other bare, and searched the cabinet. I found the green bottle immediately and took a swig before heading back out to the peacefully resting man molded from the gods.
I crawled up next to him and put my head in the indent of his shoulder. He looped his arm around me and hugged me close.
“I would love to do more, but I am so extremely relaxed,” he said, and sighed. “Give me a minute to recover.”
“I’ll just do the work until you’re ready to join in,” I said, rising up and throwing a leg over his groin.
“It’s been so long since I let a woman lead. I forgot how pleasant it is to be a sloth while still reaping the rewards.” His smile made me blink in a daze for a second. The man was so incredibly handsome.
I laid my body on top of him and kissed those soft lips. His arms came around me as he kissed me back. I reached under me to grab his softened phallus. Gently I stroked, feeling life surge into it quickly. I smiled over his lips.
“You have the magic touch,” he said, probably in response to my smile.
I shifted my body so his growing erection fit against my wetness. I moved along his shaft, closing my eyes with the small points of pleasure firing into me. My breath sped up as he hardened further. His hands gripped my hips as I stroked with my body.
Rising to the top, I tilted my hips, and then slowly slid back down. His girth filled me, making me moan as heat worked up from point of contact.
“God you feel good,” Hunter whispered, eyes closed. His fingers gripped my skin tightly.
I rocked forward as I dropped my hand between my spread legs. I manipulated my pleasure center as I moved him in and out with gyrating hips. Pleasure multiplied exponentially. Immediately.
“Hmm.” I licked my lips and worked myself faster. The outside sensations merged with the feeling of him moving inside me.
I felt his palm against my sensitive nipple. I gasped, sitting down harder than I intended. Stabs of ecstasy pierced me. My breathing turned into panting. My movements became less fluid and more hectic. I rocked over him, strumming with my fingers and leaning into his treatment of my nipple. “Yes, Hunter—yes. Yes, baby.” I rocked and sat, rocked and sat. My fingers worked. So did his.
Something tore loose. My control fled. Pleasure took over.
Pulling my feet under me, I rose up and sat even harder, taking him all the way in with hard, rough movements. He groaned, his hand starting to shake on my breast. My fingers worked faster. My body rose and sat, harder and harder. The bed started to rock. Then squeak. Wood groaned. Still I worked harder, the sensations starting to become unbearable.
“Almost, Hunter,” I said in between rough panting. “Almost there.”
My pants turned into moaning grunts. My body tightened. My muscles followed.
“Almost—” I clenched my teeth, needing a final push. Needing something to send me over the edge.
“Come, baby,” Hunter commanded urgently.
Like a release valve, it all came crashing down. Wave after ruthless wave of body-shaking climax hit me. I half yelled, half moaned from it, going completely rigid. I had no idea if he came with me.
I did not care.
The climax tore through me, never ending. It felt so damn good.
When the last of the quakes drained away, I fell on top of him. My limbs splashed around his body. My head rested in the hollow between his neck and shoulder.
“Did you orgasm?” I asked in a sleepy voice. Because I would roll over and play dead if not. He’d have to do all the work to finish up. I didn’t even want to lift my head.
“Yes, baby,” he whispered in a tired voice. He held me tight. I felt his heart beating against mine. “Thank you, Livy, for putting up with me. For opening me up and forcing me to feel again. I want to do this right with you. I want to try and give you the man you deserve. Regardless of all else, I want to give you a real relationship. I want to try and make it work.”