“I’ve missed you so desperately,” she says in a seductive voice as she tilts her head, giving me the green light to explore her as much as I want.
“Ditto, sweetie,” I answer. “Feeling your body against mine like this is so damn amazing.”
She reaches up and drags her fingers through my damp hair once, twice. “Do you know what I missed about you the most?”
“This?” I ask, grinding my impossibly hard cock against her.
“Duh. That’s so obvious.” We both laugh. “You know I can never get enough of your ten-inch cock.” Hearing those filthy words come out of her mouth does something to me. “As much as I missed your impressive erection, what I long for the most is what comes out of your mouth.” I look at her, confused. “I love giving you pleasure. When you moan, grunt and growl with such carnal passion as if you’re about to lose control, it’s such a high because I did that to you.”
Fuck. Her eyes lock into mine. I wouldn’t dream of looking away. We’re both silent, as if we’re absorbing the depth of her confession. The next thing I know her hand is gripping the towel around my waist and pulling at it.
I stop her and bend at the knees so our eyes meet. It should be a go for me, but something holds me back. Sexy banter is one thing, taking things to the next level after so many weeks is a whole other. “Miranda. Wait, sweetie.” I stare at her for a long moment, fighting the urge to devour her. “Are you sure?” I ask. “After everything you’ve gone through?”
“I am,” she says, biting her lower lip.
“I just want to be certain we’re not rushing anything,” I press.
She frowns. Her flirty mood changes to something darker. “What is it, Hunter? Don’t you want me anymore?” She looks so devastated.
If she only knew. “Why would you say something like that?”
She shrugs. “I haven’t been able to thank you properly for the last few weeks. You’ve been so patient with me. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to say thank you enough. The way you’ve taken care of me…” Her voice breaks. “Maybe I was pushing my luck. Maybe I needed too much. I mean… we’ve been living more like roommates than boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Seriously?” I reach out and bring her closer to me. “Taking care of you was my number one priority. And you may not have been able to speak the words, but the way you looked at me when I had you in my arms let me know that you were aware I was there for you.” I pause to sweep a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I just… I mean, you haven’t been to work since you brought me back here. You’ve been by my side every single day without fail.”
“Because I wanted to be.”
“You’ve given up so much for me. You’re so selfless.”
“What did you expect?” I ask, baffled. She shrugs before focusing her attention on her fidgeting fingers. “Miranda, look at me.” She lifts her eyes, uncertainty clouding her gaze. “I’ve got people who can take care of the day-to-day and don’t forget Jake was here as well as my backup.”
“But he left his girlfriend behind because of me.”
She has it all wrong. I guess this is the first time we’ve had an opportunity to talk about this. “Stop it right there, sweetie,” I scold her gently. “No one forces Jake to do anything against his will. Don’t you get it?” She shakes her head. “You mean so much to me.” Her eyes tear up at my revelation. “My friends and my family know that. Heck, most of them knew it before I was willing to admit it. I’m certain by now your grandmother and mother also know how I feel about you. The people in my life dropped everything for you because they know you’re worth it to me.”
“God.” It’s only one word, but it encompasses so much more.
“Sometimes being girlfriend and boyfriend involves what we just went through. Setbacks and unforeseeable circumstances are as much part of the relationship as the sexier moments. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” she says simply.
“Good. As for this ridiculous notion”—I chuckle—“that I don’t want you anymore? I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”
“You don’t?” She sounds surprised and relieved at the same time.
“Nope. You know why?”
She shakes her head again. “Why?” She beams.
“Because I love you too much.” The words I’ve wanted to say to her for weeks now flow out so effortlessly.
A war of emotions play on her face—astonishment, shock, stupefaction, bewilderment and finally sheer joy. “You… You actually… I mean… Seriously?” It’s hilarious to watch her struggle to string a coherent sentence together.
“Am I serious about loving you?” I nod. “You better fucking believe it.”
“Oh, my God, Hunter…” She brings both hands to her chest and places them palm down against her heart. “I—I can’t believe you feel this way about me. I thought I was the only one who had fallen hard for you. I never imagined—”
“It would be mutual?” I interrupt and finish her train of thought.
“Yes. I may have dreamt of it, but hearing you say it… it’s earth-shattering to me.” The intensity of her gaze consumes me. “I’ve been in love with you for so long now. I was just too afraid to say anything. I didn’t want to rock the boat. I didn’t want to lose you by wanting too much. I mean, I know things had evolved between us, but I just didn’t want to assume.”
“Believe it. My heart belongs to you, sweet Miranda.” I lean down and drop a soft kiss against her forehead and tighten my embrace around her. “I’ve never in my life felt like this about anyone else and I doubt I ever will. If you had told me two months ago that your kinky little proposal would turn into this, I would’ve lost a lot of money on a good bet.” I laugh.
“You’re all that I want… that I need, Hunter. I love you with all of my heart. Knowing you feel the same way too is giving me wings. I totally could fly to heaven right now.” And I’d fly right at your side.
“That’s one way of seeing God. I have another.” I waggle my eyebrows.
She cracks up. “You’re impossible.”
“Impossibly in love with you? You got that right, baby.”
“Damn you.” She swats my chest. “Your words are making my head spin,” she says before gripping my forearms as if she’s afraid she might tilt backwards and fall.
“Oh, I’m sure I can do better than that.” With a growl, I crush my lips against hers, reclaiming her mouth.
“I missed these passionate embraces,” she whispers in my mouth.
“So have I, sweetie. I missed everything about you. I wanted to wait until you got back to your old self. I needed to make sure you were going to recover from this. Even though I never stopped wanting you, I refused to push you. I’ll be honest, I’m so in love with you, I would’ve been willing to wait forever.”
“God.” I swallow her exhale with another blazing kiss. There’s no doubt from the incendiary way she’s responding to me that she’s as turned on as I am. “Baby, I need you inside me,” she murmurs between kisses.
“As if I wouldn’t give you exactly what you want.” I don’t make her wait long. Without warning I take a small step back and reach for the towel still wrapped around her chest. In one clean sweep, I pull it off, revealing her gorgeous curves. She returns the favor by taking one step towards me and ripping off the white towel around my waist. I bend my knees to take her in my arms. I lift her up and throw her onto the bed. She bounces a few times until settling herself, giggling the whole time. She scoots back as I climb up. We’re both sporting a ridiculously large grin. In my case, it’s a mixture of anticipation, desire and straight-up horniness. I suspect it’s the same for her. “Turn around and lie flat on your stomach,” I order.
She blinks a few times without moving. She bites her lower lip, her eyes still on me. What’s going on in that head of hers? She props her elbows against the mattress and sits up. “After this intense heart-to-heart where we both declared our love for each other, I thought we were going to share
a tender and affectionate moment together. You know… not rushing things… savoring every touch. I thought you were going to gaze into my eyes while sliding slowly into me.” Her eyes are innocent enough, but her tone is brazen, even provocative, and the cocky side-smile she’s trying her darnedest to suppress betrays her.
“Yeah, which fairytale books have you been reading lately? I think I need to remind you how I do things. You don’t come screaming your head off because I take it nice and slow. You lose your goddamn mind because I pound you relentlessly until your eyes are rolling into the back of your head while you ride the waves of your climactic release chanting my name over and over and over again.” Fuck. I’m surprised by how raw and unfiltered that came out. I guess two weeks of being celibate will do that to a guy. And now all the blood in my body is traveling at breakneck speed to my cock. Miranda opens her mouth to throw more sassy repartee at me, but I won’t allow it. “Now don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. On. Your. Stomach. Now,” I growl.
“Damn, I love it when you’re like this.” This time, she doesn’t fight me. I move slightly to the side to give her room to flip over. As she shimmies her body until she finds a comfortable position, I can’t help but admire the beautiful ass I’ve missed so much. Instinctively I reach out to caress it.
“I can’t tell you how much I love your ass. I can’t wait to claim it as mine.”
She whimpers. “What?” She panics and tries to turn around, but my hand resting in the small of her back keeps her in place.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. It won’t be today. It wouldn’t be fair to you and it wouldn’t be as delectable for me. I need to prepare you well in advance for that. If I do, then we’ll both enjoy an insane amount of pleasure when your ass milks my cock. That said, I’m going to need to spend some time worshiping your fine ass this morning before breakfast,” I say, drawing a line at the bottom of her left cheek before doing the same to her right one.
“Oh,” she purrs in contentment. She raises her ass higher as an offering, silently begging me to explore her rounded cheeks with my mouth. I lean forward, stick my tongue out and lick a sensual line from between her legs all the way up to her hip. When I’m done teasing her right cheek, I move to the left. “Jesus,” she lets out softly. I press my teeth against her taut and supple flesh and bite gently. “Ahhh.” She jerks and I grunt as my arousal hits peak level. Fuck, I need more. My voraciousness for her is insatiable. I spread her ass cheeks open with my hands and my mouth closes in, tonguing her from behind. “Holy Christ,” she cries out before trying to get away from me. Not a chance. I grip her firmly, preventing her from escaping.
Slap.
“You wanted to feel my hand against your ass? Well, your wish just became a reality.” As if to push my buttons she tries to get away again. Little minx. She really loves being punished. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. I alternate hitting her cheeks without allowing for a minute of respite. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you, but keep it up and I’ll gladly spank you all day long. At this rate, tomorrow you won’t be able to sit down,” I warn. She giggles with delight and finally settles down. “Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, feasting on your perfect ass.” I slide my tongue into the crack of her ass before closing my lips once again right where her nerve endings meet.
“Jesus,” she gasps. My tongue sweeps her from her asshole to her wet pussy. I lift her ass higher up to have easy access to her clit. I tease her from hole to node, lapping ravenously. This is so freaking amazing, I could die right here with my face trapped between her ass cheeks. “I’m going to lose my mind,” she shouts.
“If you weren’t, we’d both be wasting our time,” I mock.
I bring my eager tongue against her tight asshole. Lifting her glorious ass up, she pushes herself further against my mouth. This is surreal. I stroke her clit with my finger, rubbing mercilessly over and over as my tongue toys with her backside. Miranda tosses her head back so hard the ends of her long hair whips against my upper back. “Yes,” she hisses, shaking. “Your tongue is going to drive me crazy.” I can’t tell if it’s a plea or an observation. My tongue probes deeper into her, more demanding, more ravenous and more voracious. I’m so turned on by the noise of my tongue against her slickness. I grip her ass tighter and lap at her in long languorous strokes. It’s pure filth and it’s all good. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” The more she groans and squirms the more I pick up steam. I lick her with such urgency it’s fucking blowing my mind. “Hunter, I can’t take it anymore. It’s too intense. I’m breaking apart here.” Her voice is laced with a potent combination of desire and desperation. She’s struggling to keep it together. So am I. My whole body is overtaken with raw carnal need. My cock is so hard it’s throbbing from the excitement of this naughty foreplay. “Mother of God,” she says breathily. She’s trembling so hard, I know I only need to stroke her clit once and she’ll explode all over my hand—that’s not what I have in mind. I don’t want her to come just yet. I move away from her delicious ass and she grunts in frustration. “No. Please don’t stop. I like what you’re doing to me.” She yanks up her ass higher to entice me to continue. Instead, I sit on my knees, determined to get her as wired as an electric switch until she begs me to fuck her.
“I want to mark, kiss and touch every inch of your body to make up for every single day I had to go without.” I say.
“Oh, that sounds good too. I’ll take one of each, please,” she responds in a low chocolatey voice—the same one that lets me know she’s sexually aroused. Some things don’t change.
“And that’s just for an appetizer. For the main course, I want to brand you so you know that I’ll never want anyone else. It’s only you, Miranda.”
“It’s been only you for so long I can’t remember any of the others who came before and I know there will be no other from here on in. You’re it for me, Hunter.”
“When you say stuff like that, it makes me want to take you without restrictions.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I lean towards her and brush my lips against the back of her knee. She lets out a tiny, sensual moan that drives me crazy. I move down and kiss her from her thigh all the way down to her ankle. I angle my body so I can do the same to her other leg in reverse. This time I move up her leg with a string of warm kisses all the way to the part of her body that leaves me weak in the knees. I grip her ass cheeks and tilt her hips forward, forcing her to rest all her weight against her folded elbows with her knees resting on the mattress. Every guy hopes that one day his fantasy will come true. Well, this is mine—my girl submitting herself fully to my demands and begging for me to please her.
“God. Seeing you spread open like this for me is like ecstasy,” I marvel. “I can’t ask for much more. I’m going to fuck you so hard we’ll both see God at the same time.”
“Uh-oh. Is it too late for me to change my mind on that whole ‘taking me without restrictions’ part?”
“After surviving two weeks without your sweet pussy, that’s just not going to be possible.”
She laughs.
I lick my lips, too eager for my own good. When I do, I taste her saltiness and I’m ready for more. I bury my face between her legs. This time my focus is entirely on sending her off like a rocket. I could ask her to flip over, but in this position it promises to be a particularly dirty ride. She’s still dripping wet from earlier. Her silky and sweet slickness floods my tongue as I tease her clit from behind. That’s what I’m talking about. I swirl my tongue a few times before licking her wetness, taking in as much of her juices as I possibly can.
“My God, Hunter,” she pants. I lift my head for a brief moment and notice she’s slanted her body slightly to the left and her right hand is playing with both tits. She squeezes them and pinches her nipples—alternating from the left to the right one. Her eyes are closed and she’s taking so much pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I hiss. I’m tempted to ram into her, but I refrain from giving into
my urge. Not yet, buddy. I’m not a patient guy when it comes to fucking her, but I want to prolong this a little more.
She opens her eyes and the lust emanating from them is so heady. “I’m addicted to your mouth, baby.” Her words set me off. I grab the top of her ass and pull her closer to me. I bite her once on each cheek and she shouts my name before letting out a long, high-pitched exhalation. “Ahhh.” Her wails grow louder and louder the more I devour her rapaciously. God. When she responds to me like this, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give her.
“Do you want more, sweetie?”
She turns her head towards me and with lidded eyes she nods. She can’t talk. She’s biting down against her lower lip so hard, I fear she’ll draw blood. I surge my tongue inside her in short, quick jabs as if it’s my cock. In and out. In and out.
“Sweet mother of God. Yes.” She’s trembling so much and grunting so hard, it only adds to my feral nature. I slide my finger between her lips and rub her clit in a circular motion. The more she gyrates against my face the faster I toy relentlessly with her clit. She lets out a string of inaudible prayers as I close my fingers around her clit and press. “Oh, Hunter,” she cries at the top of her lungs.
Suddenly she makes a choking sound and goes quiet for a few seconds. I don’t stop. I keep rubbing and lapping at her until her body collapses on the mattress.
She’s gone, but I’m only getting started. My heart pounds in my chest like a drum and my cock twitches with each beat. It’s all too consuming looking at her spent like this and knowing that I’m the one responsible for pushing her over the edge. My cock jerks again and I fist it. I pump it a few times, hoping to appease my need to pour myself inside her. After a few strokes, I stop. Who am I kidding? If I don’t fuck her, I’m going to go mental. Why waste all this release? I’d much rather fill her up than spill it all over my hand. I need relief. Now.
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