by Hannah Ford
Everything was wet now. She was soaking the both of them with her juices. Kallie didn’t know she even had this much in her, but it was coming out now, and he was bringing it out of her.
She clawed his back as he worked away at her, drilling further down, bound and determined to hit the right spot.
Suddenly, Kallie was moaning and her every cell was crying out with pure bliss. “I’m coming,” she cried out, unable to control any of it. He kissed her as she came, as her tunnel constricted and released in rapid succession and she felt the veil drop between them.
This was everything, she thought. This was pure soul connection. There was no other way Hunter could have taken her to such a heavenly place. He’d guided her here through his touch, and now she was basking in the moment. It felt like fifty orgasms wrapped in one beautiful big one—and she never wanted it to end.
But finally, after one more shuddering climax, it did end. She was panting, completely destroyed. Everything was loose and relaxed and sweaty. “That felt so good,” she told him.
Hunter caressed her cheek. “I always want to make you feel this way.”
She smiled at him again. “You’re kind of amazing,” she said.
“No I’m not.” His eyes changed, then. He slid out of her and rolled onto his back.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, turning to watch him.
He sat up and pulled his pants off, and his boxers along with them. And then he took his shirt off. “Come on, take that dress off,” he said firmly.
Kallie didn’t think to further question his sudden turn of mood. She pulled her dress over her head and then gently dropped it off the edge of the bed.
“Your bra too,” he told her.
She unsnapped her bra, aware of his eyes being trained on her, watching her every movement.
“Get on all fours, Kallie.”
She looked at him to gauge his expression. His dark eyes were intense, boring into her, and she had to look away. Hesitantly, she got on her hands and knees on the bed.
Hunter stirred nearby. “I’m going to fuck you now, Kallie. Really fuck you. I’m going to show you how amazing I am.” His voice was suddenly darker, full of an intensity that Kallie couldn’t really understand. Was he angry with her for saying that he was amazing?
She didn’t know. All she knew was that his hands were firmly planted on her hips and he was adjusting himself so that he could enter her from behind. The whole thing felt very primal, exciting in a way that it hadn’t felt a moment ago.
Instead of feeling like she was being made love to, Hunter was making her feel like she was being fucked.
As he pushed inside her this time, Kallie groaned with pleasure. It still was just as good. The truth was that she loved it when he fucked her this way. She liked it when his animal side came out and he had his way with her.
Besides, she’d seen the look in his eyes before. She knew that Hunter was truly interested in her as a person—she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this wasn’t just some complicated version of a booty call.
His shaft penetrated her to the core and she cried out. His hands held her hips all the more firmly, rocking her against him as he pounded up against her.
Hunter was rhythmically pounding his hips into her ass, shaking her buttocks with the force of it. His shaft split her open, almost but not quite painfully, as he slid in and out, pounding—pounding—pounding.
The sweat was pouring off them both now.
“Oh God,” Hunter moaned, his voice raspy with desire. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling it as he smashed against her backside.
She was so wet now, just as wet as before. Her breath came in tiny gasps as she felt his enormous cock barrel through her tunnel like a train, over and over again. The rhythm of it was both hypnotic and sensual. She was opening for him, wanting him to go even harder if that’s what he desired.
She loved the way he pulled her hair, his hands controlling her with effortless force and will. He was so strong and so wild, yet there was tenderness underneath it all. Kallie never felt that Hunter was crossing the line and trying to hurt her or even be rough with her just for the sake of being rough.
It seemed as though his rough handling of her was his way of showing his desire, his need, his passion for her all at once.
“I can’t stand how good you feel,” he rasped.
A few more incredible, blissful pumps of his hips and then he was pulling out.
A moment later, he was pulling her to her feet. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s have a shower. Together.”
Kallie was suddenly anxious. Taking a shower together somehow felt more intimate than sex, even. It was something real couples did—married ones. It seemed more like something Nicole and Red would do.
But of course she wouldn’t refuse him—couldn’t refuse him anything. She would place herself in his hands and believe that he knew what was best.
So Kallie let Hunter drag her to the bathroom, where he ran the shower. She couldn’t help but stare at his perfect physique as he waited casually for the water to heat. His thighs were like those of a professional athlete—thick and sinewy. He looked like he could ride a bike for hours on end without tiring in the least.
Those thighs probably helped him fuck you like a wild animal a few minutes ago, she thought, and then tried not to laugh.
Hunter caught her smirking.
“What?” he said, a grin forming at his mouth to match hers. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” she said. But she was still staring at his body. Those abs, those pecs, every part of him was muscular and toned and tight. Even his cock was perfect, she thought. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with him.
When she looked up to his eyes, she saw he was looking at her in much the same way. His eyes were ferociously hungry. Was it possible, she thought, that Hunter felt that way when he looked at her?
Kallie never considered herself a great beauty, and she’d never been told that she was one, either. Living with so many boys, she had done boyish things her whole life. Most of her friends growing up had even been boys, and they’d treated her like anyone else.
As such, she’d never had any sense of feeling pretty, beautiful, feminine. She was just Kallie Young. Sean’s little sister. She was the little wisp of a girl who didn’t mind playing in the mud or throwing a baseball.
She’d never been a total tomboy, hadn’t been quite athletic enough to fit the bill, and as she’d gotten older, her interests had changed to things more typical of a teenage girl.
But in all her life, no one had ever made her feel sexy.
Until now, that is.
Hunter was looking at her with so much heat, his eyes were practically burning holes in her skin. She could feel him, she could sense the urgency of his wanting. It was beyond sex, she thought, because they’d only just finished having sex.
No, what Hunter wanted from her was something psychic, something powerful beyond the physical realm. Hunter wanted her body and soul, he wanted to possess everything.
He stepped into the steamy shower first, and then he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside with him.
The water splashed across their bodies, leaving watery beads everywhere on their skin. The steam was fogging up the bathroom and making them even slicker. Hunter pulled Kallie close to him and began kissing her passionately as the water sprayed and sprayed.
She was getting turned on again—impossible and yet it was happening. And even more strangely, she could feel Hunter becoming erect again as they kissed. She reached down and started to stroke his enormous shaft.
His lips hungrily kissed her lips, his tongue dove into her mouth. He tasted minty and also manly.
“You taste so good, Kallie,” he said, echoing her thoughts about him.
And then he picked up off the floor of the shower and pushed her back against the wall. He was still kissing her as he pushed his stiff cock into her slit, penetrating her with startling ease.
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p; She hadn’t realized how wet she was until his huge shaft slid right inside with almost no effort.
She relaxed against the wall behind her, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles just above his buttocks.
Hunter slowly made love to her like that, his hips working against hers, his stomach and chest flat against hers. He was all the way inside her now, not really pumping in and out, but more of a side-to-side, swinging motion that was hitting her in new places.
Her stomach was tightening with expectation as the sensations in her lower parts continued to build and build.
Hunter was so strong, her held her up effortlessly, his body working its magic on hers as she came closer and closer to finishing yet again.
The pounding of the water against their bodies and the wall, the pounding of Hunter’s body into Kallie’s body, the sounds of her wet skin slapping against the wall. It was so sensual and exciting for Kallie that she was starting to lose herself once more.
She’d felt this way only a very few times with Hunter, times when he’d turned her on to the point where she lost all sense of who and where she was. Times when she stopped caring about being good or proper or pleasing anybody but herself.
Now was just one of those times. She climaxed with an a primal scream of elation as Hunter fucked her against the shower wall, his mouth on her neck, his hands grabbing her thighs as she pulled him even tighter with her legs.
“I’m going to come too,” he gasped. She climbed off his body and took his whole cock into her mouth—or at least most of it—he was too big to take everything at once. She sucked as he came, his entire body going stiff, the cords in his arms and legs standing out as he moaned.
“The shower’s cold,” he said, laughing as she stood up and hugged him.
“I don’t care,” she told him. “Really, I don’t.”
***
Despite the coolness of the water, they did manage to finish washing up (Hunter got out first, and Kallie took an extra minute since the cold water actually felt exhilarating). Kallie put on one of the soft, white bathrobes that Hunter had offered her previously. Hunter put on a fresh pair of silk boxers and nothing else, which was just fine with her.
They went back and lay down on the bed together, and Hunter began massaging Kallie’s feet as they sprawled diagonally across the mattress.
She thought to herself that she’d never seen Hunter appear so relaxed before. His whole demeanor had changed. He was smiling, laughing, joking around without much of the darkness that she was accustomed to sensing in him.
“I wish we could just spend the entire night like this,” she said, sighing, as he rubbed his thumb up and down the middle of the sole of her bare foot.
“I bet you do,” he grinned. “What about when my hands fall off from all this massaging?”
“That would be unfortunate for you,” she replied gravely.
“You should stay the night,” he said, after a brief silence.
She sat up on her elbow and looked at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
Kallie considered it. “I don’t know. What would Red and Nicole think?”
“They’re your bosses, not your parents.”
She fell backwards again, groaning. “Speaking of parents, I have my big family dinner tomorrow. And my parents will probably be pretty curious what happened to me tonight. I don’t think they thought I was really sick for even a moment.”
Hunter didn’t say anything. He’d stopped massaging her foot, too. Kallie lifted her head to look at him, concerned that she’s somehow upset him. But he was smiling at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I just figured out what I’m doing tomorrow evening,” he said. “I’m going with you to your family dinner.”
“Hunter, please don’t joke around about this.”
His smile faded. “Oh, I’m not joking at all. I’m going.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why? We’re together, Kallie. I want the world to know that you and I are in a relationship.”
Kallie wasn’t sure which was worse—if Hunter was just messing with her head or if he really was serious. The thought of him meeting her parents and brothers was literally horrifying, and the thought of them meeting him, equally so.
“But we’re not really in a real relationship, Hunter. This,” she said, gesturing to the bed and their naked state, “is hardly the kind of thing my family would consider wholesome and respectable relationship fodder.”
“Really?” he asked, his eyes blazing. “Why, because I spank you? Because we have a certain way of handling our sexual roles that’s slightly outside the norm?” He got up from the bed and began pacing. “You know, I so hate that self-righteous, puritan attitude that some people fling around. People who know nothing about respect, nothing about honesty and monogamy—most of the critics can’t even keep it in their pants themselves. Most so-called “moralists” are people with the same faults and foibles as the rest of us. But because they’re ashamed of their sexual proclivities, we’re supposed to hide ours as well?”
Kallie had to admit, she sort of enjoyed watching him get all worked up like this. Especially in the nearly nude state he was currently in—his passion for the subject was a turn-on. “Forget about the puritan moralists,” she said, breaking in for a moment. “I’m just saying that my family would never accept our relationship in its current state.”
“Well, they will. They have to, Kallie. Because I’m coming tomorrow. You know I have the power to say what we will and will not do, and I say that we show up as a couple tomorrow night.”
She put a hand on her forehead. “Why couldn’t we have just kept going with the foot massage?”
Hunter went to his dresser in the far corner of the room and opened the top drawer. A moment later, his hand emerged from that drawer holding a thin black box about six or eight inches in length. He turned and came back to the bed, the box in his hand. Slowly, he held it out to her at arm’s length. “This is for you, Kallie. I was trying to think of the right time to give it to you, and this is it.”
Kallie stared for a long time. It was as if the moment had frozen somehow, or maybe she was the one who’d frozen. Whatever the issue, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to move a muscle at first—she was too shocked.
And then she reached out and took the box (it was velvety smooth to the touch) and slowly opened the lid, as if whatever was inside the case might bite her if she wasn’t careful.
Her eye caught the glimmer of something sparkling inside.
“What is that?” she said. “A necklace?” She glanced up and Hunter nodded, his expression one of great anticipation.
“Go on,” he said. “Take it out.”
She pulled the lid all the way off and laid it in her lap. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful!”
And it was. She’d never seen anything quite like it before. It was white gold, and she was fairly certain that it wasn’t fake gold or just gold-plated either. The chain was thin and long. The pendant on the necklace was composed of a large ring, made also of white gold, with a small, bright diamond gleaming from its center.
“Come, let me put it on you,” Hunter said. He gently took the necklace from her and then slid the chain around her neck, fastening it in back. When he was done, the necklace hung between her breasts. It would be well covered by most tops, unless she wore something that displayed an awful lot of cleavage.
Kallie looked down at the ring with the diamond in the middle. She picked it up between her fingers. “What is it, exactly?”
“That,” he said, “Is the symbol that I’ve chosen to represent our relationship.”
“It’s lovely,” she told him. It was lovely, but she had questions about it as well. He said it was meant to represent their relationship. Kallie wondered just what it represented exactly. She had an idea that the small gleaming diamond in the center of the pendant was supposed to be her, and so it stood to reason that the white gold ring surr
ounding the diamond was supposed to be Hunter.
Thus, he was encircling her with his protection, much in the same way that the ring was protecting and encircling the precious stone.
She liked it, very much, and yet it also gave her an uneasy feeling.
Kallie wanted to be an equal in this relationship, even if she was subservient in theory. Yet this necklace made her feel that somehow he saw her as this tiny little thing to be looked after, to be enshrined and kept away from the world and its dangers.
Perhaps she was reading much too much into the necklace. And perhaps Hunter hadn’t even given it that much thought—maybe he’d bought it before they’d even met.
“Now you have the necklace and you have the contract. This means we’re officially together, and it’s quite a bit more official than most dating relationships that your family would likely approve of.”
“They wouldn’t even know what to make of this stuff and I’m not sure I do either.” She couldn’t take her eyes off the necklace, though. It was cool and smooth and hard against her skin.
“My point is,” Hunter said, his voice sounding a trifle edgy, “I’m clearly making a commitment to you, Kallie. A commitment to us. And I should hope that means something.”
“It does,” she told him. “It means a lot.”
“And we’re going to that dinner tomorrow. Right?”
She sighed. “Yes. Just, please don’t do anything to embarrass me, Hunter.”
He smiled. “Me, embarrass you? Never.”
***
In the end, she stayed the night.
It was so easy that it rather shocked her. After Hunter gave her the necklace, they went downstairs and he fixed them dinner. He made a salad with grilled chicken and vinaigrette dressing. Simple but tasty.
Kallie wanted to help but Hunter wasn’t hearing of it. Instead, he opened a bottle of red wine and they both drank it while he made the meal. Kallie had a little too much, though, and by dinner’s end she was getting silly.
During the meal, Hunter asked her questions about her family life, growing up, all kinds of boring little things that he seemed to take a keen interest in hearing. Of course, she wanted to do the same and ask about him—but she wasn’t allowed.