by C S COURT
Hunter takes it all in his stride, and even teased me back about my choice of attire. Just wait until he sees what is underneath it all.
I snicker to myself and garner some questioning looks from my man. I love how that sounds. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of those words.
The restaurant is extremely busy, and I groan at standing out dressed a we are. And sure enough, as we walk through the doors we get bombarded by stares, mostly from women checking out the god i have my linked with. I possessively move myself closer, catching him smirk out of the corner of my eye. Bastard, he thinks this is funny.
Hunter requests that we sit outside, garnering a double take from myself as I watch the crazy fool, who seems to want to eat in the cold.
I soon understood why, once I stepped out the back, a huge barbecue sits in the middle of a circular table, seating at least fifty people easily. No way did they just happen to have a small section free, the whole thing is fully seated, with the exception of four seats next to a stunning rockery and mini waterfall. This is so not what I expected, I was expecting greasy grills and beers.
The swine even selected the best seats in the house. I love how he sits us, so there is an empty seat either side of us and nobody can sit there.
Privacy when there really isn’t meant to be any.
We sit and start to order. I can’t stop myself from looking at the barbecue grill before me, there is one man standing in the centre, and he is turning in a circle, flipping different cuts of meat over as he turns.
The grill before me has chicken on it, and I can’t help but lick my lips when I spot the legs glazed in Chinese dressing. They look delicious, even my rumbling stomach agrees with me.
“So how was the spa?” Oh my gosh, I completely forgot he paid for that too. I blush furiously at how ignorant and rude I must have seemed, my hunger moving to the back of my mind as my idiocy steps up to the forefront. How awful for Hunter to have to force a thank-you from my lips. “Why are you blushing baby? Did something embarrassing happen today?”
He sounds totally perplexed, as if my being mortified by my own rudeness isn’t a cause for blushing.
“No, I’m so sorry. I had an amazing day. It was like a dream come true. I can’t believe how rude I have been. I’m not just saying it because you have reminded me, I truly mean it, thank you so much for today, it was exactly what I needed.” To emphasize how sorry I am, I turn to face him, taking my greedy eyes away from the food and locking on to Hunter’s I lean forward, touching my lips softly to his. Mouthing the words, ‘I’m sorry and thank you’ against them. He smiles and closes the small distance remaining.
As I gasp, he takes advantage and sticks his tongue in to my mouth, kissing me in a deeply erotic way. He is making love to my mouth.
We jump and pull apart from one another on a laugh as the food on the grill spits and hisses.
“Don’t be sorry. I know I sort of threw a lot at you today, but it all needed doing. That kiss was all the thanks I needed, but if you perhaps want to thank me later you could kiss something else, something is fit to burst from these trousers.” He wiggles on his, adjusting his groin with his hand as he says this. I slap his arm playfully, loving the playfullness between us. “I didn’t get the chance earlier to tell you how truly stunning you look. That dress on you, wow, it’s every mans wet dream, and the hair, it makes you appear naughty, and gives you a rebelious edge.” Ha get it, he understands how I feel when I look at it. How can I be so well connected to him already? It’s crazy. “Oh and of course these eyes, were of course beautiful before and used to suck me in, but now I can’t tear me eyes from them even if I tried. You have emphasized your perfections, and made them untouchable. How did I get so lucky?”
Ha, he got lucky? And pefections, yeah right! Has he got shit in his eyes.
I don’t voice this aloud, I choose to look at him with scepticism and end the embarassing moment by a quick tender kiss.
“So what are you going to eat?” I make an abrupt change of subject, needing the distraction from the heaviness. I don’t do soppy crap, and heartfelt words.
They embarass the hell out of me, I suppose that’s what you get for staying with a man like Dan, who continuously put you down.
“Huh,” He answers, and I start to bristle by his tone. “You write down the grill number and how many pieces and hand it to a waiter who collects it all for you.” He grumbles the words, as if he can barely stand to answer me.
What the fuck did I do wrong now? It’s not hard to see I was uncomfortable by having him speak so tenderly to me.
“What, what is it?” I practically demand, my voice raising slightly before I have a chance to stop myself. Thankfully noone overhears, or they choose to pretend not to.
“You,” Me? I didn’t bloody do anything! “You still let that wanker get in to your head. I get that it’s still early days, and if I truly thought you couldn’t take an apology because of your own insecurites then I wouldn’t care, it just pisses me off that that prick got so far in to your head that you can’t see how wondefully beautiful you are, and that you can’t allow someone to speak how they feel without shutting them out. I won’t stand for it, do you understand me Connie. I won’t have you shutting me out because of how he treated you. This stops, and it stops now.” I’m about to laugh in his face when I see how utterly serious he is.
He is not even remotely joking.
How dare he give me an order, like some kind of child. I had enough f that shit with Dan, I am not putting up with it with someone who has been in my life for five minutes, no matter how they make feel. I won’t fall in to that trap again.
I go to tell him where to shove it, but the dick places his hand over my mouth and halts any words spilling out. “And before you decide to lay into me for telling you what to do, think back on why I said it and how it will affect you for life if you do not nip it in the bud now.” I sag in my seat, feeling emotionally drained all of a sudden. This what not how I envisioned my amazing day to end.
Giving Hunter the benefit of the doubt and thinking back on what he said, it doesn’t take me long to realise how right he is.
I suppose anybody would get the hump when the person they have started to care for shuts down so easily, and won’t allow you to say a good word about them. It is Dan, he’s right. I just don’t know if I can ever like myself again, let alone love.
I bite my tongue, hating admitting I was wrong and overreacted, this is a bitter pill for me to swallow.
I hold his gaze, forcing my apology in to him, not just through my choice of words, but through the truth in my eyes. “I’m sorry. Again! Hunter this isn’t going to go away over night, and you need to understand that big gestures, and compliments like that do embarass me, but only because I don’t know how to react or how to accept them. It’s far easier to change the subject, then have to react under pressure. I will try though, I promise I will. Please have patience with me.” His lips hold a small smile, seemingly pleased with my actions. “And just for the record, don’t ever order me about again. That’s the quickest way to set me on the defensive.” I bite out the last part between my teeth, still partially pissed that he ordered me about.
Hunter bends his head a little bit, writing his food selection down, still with a smile on his lips. The infuriating sod hasn’t even acknowledged the last part of what I said. I wonder what he’d do if I picked up a chicken wing and walloped him on the head with it?
I bite my tongue hard to rein in the giggles threatening to spill out from the image in my mind of Hunter getting a bit of chicken to the head. I can picture now the shocked expression on his ruggedly handsome face.
“Baby,” I glance over at him at his words, “If I need to tell you what to do I will, and if I deem it necessary, you will do as you’re told. That’s not me controlling you, that’s me ensuring your safety. I will never tell you what to do unless it was a situation like a second ago, or one of you in danger.” He doesn’t wait for my repsonse, calling
the waiter over and handing two pieces of paper to him. Huh, I see he took the liberty of ordering for me.
The arogant sod. If I don’t like his selection, I will deliberately kick up a fuss now. Even if I am being unreasonably childish.
Of course, Hunter’s selection for me had to be spot on. I couldn’t be given the satisfaction of him ordering something I’d hate. From the steak, to the tall glass of coke, he got it all right.
There was practically one of every type of meat on my plate, he even avoided the spicy foods, that I absolutely detest. It’s just wrong how perfect he is.
We make small talk as we eat, the only heavy bit of conversation being how I am so desperate to get back to work.
When he asked what I want to do, I didn’t hesitate in informing him of how much I love dancing and would give my right arm to have the opportunity to teach it again. He actually seemed pretty happy with my choice, retireiving his phone from his pocket and making a note.
By the time our meal has been consumed, I am becoming increasingly desperate to strip him of his suit and have him all to myself.
So when he asked what I wanted to do next, there was no hesitation in throwing myself at him and kissing him roughly.
Getting from the restaurant to Hunter’s bedroom passed by in a blur of heavy petting whilst he drove, kissing and groping sessions between getting to the car and making it to the elevator that leads his apartment.
The sexual tension in the air of his bedroom is so thick it almost suffocating.
He stands before me, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip in a calculating fashion. I squirm from the intense look, and rub my upper thighs together, trying to gain some friction down below to squash the throbbing of my clit.
“Remove the dress.” I grasp the bottom between my shaking fingers, willing myself to breathe and act as cool and collected as he is.
It’s impossible, I am far too turned on and am at the point where I will do anything he asks to get my release. “Slower.” He demands, his husky voice sending shivers to wrack my body.
I drop the dress to the floor, and I get a huge amount of satisfaction from his harsh, sudden intake of air.
“Come here.” I walk on shaky legs, closing the small distance between us. “If I had known you had this on under that dress, we would have never made it out, I would have fucked you then and there, regardless of who was around to witness it.” I don’t doubt for a second he would, although I’m sure Lottie wouldn’t have been too pleased by it.
“As much as I love this bra, I want you to remove it.” I hold his gaze, mine heavily hooded and lean forward very slightly, pushing my cleavage in to line of sight as I unclasp the back.
I drop it down my arms in a teasing motion, hoping to warm his blood enough that he pounces and puts me out of my misery.
I need him now.
“Pinch your nipples, hard!” My face flushes. Surely he doesn’t want me to put on some kind of porn show for him, I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. This is too far out of my comfort zone for me. “Do it baby, or I’ll take you over my knee.” He wouldn’t? “Don’t tempt me, I will do it.” He answers my unspoken question.
I pinch my nipples, feeling bolts of pleasure shoot straight to womb. I close my eyes and throw my head back on a moan.
Hearing finger’s being clicked gain my attention, I look back at him, struggling to see clearly through the haze of lust that has coated my eyes. He nods, and mouths the words ‘better’ at me.
I lightly brush my fingers over the tightened buds, gasping in pleasure but not removing my eyes from his own hands.
I do as he asks, trembling when my fingers lightly brush their way down to my bald pussy.
My fingers reach the bundle of nerves at my centre, and my legs nearly buckle.
“Slowly work your hands down your body, but don’t remove the underwear. I want you to pull it to the side and circle your clit.” I suck in a shocked breath of air.
I can’t believe I am about to do this, but I am so wound up I’d do just about anything to get a release. He’s so affected, his eyes flaring every now in then in desire.
“Please Hunter, Please touch me. I need you.” I’m not ashamed to admit I begged.
“Soon baby. I won’t you to show me how hot I make you. I want to see you lose control and the ecstasy it ensues.”
Hunter is there with his hands on my hips before I have the chance to drop.
He frustratingly slowly slides the scrap of material down my legs. He sweeps his index fingers between my folds, soaking it in my arousal and humming from the back of his throat, “So wet, so perfect.” He sucks my juices clean off.
Holy fuck! I am so close to passing out it’s unreal.
He brushes his hand ever so softly, and achingly slowly up my inner calf, pausing to draw small circles on my knee.
He lifts his head to throw me a smirk. Oh the tease, he’s doing this on purpose.
He’s building me up to the point of bursting. Well two can play at that game.
As he continues to makes his way up my legs, I place my fingers back at my core, this time rubbing harder than before. I moan, and once again throw my head back.
This is what I needed, and I can’t wait any longer. Let’s see how he likes it.
I cry out in protest when my hand is roughly brushed aside. I don’t get the chance to think on it, before I know it I feel a cold sharp breeze hit my clit, and then a something hot and warm sucks on it.
I scream, the contrast between the hot and cold is so extreme that I nearly cum on the spot.
I tense my legs, eager to hold off until Hunter is inside of me, I ache to be filled!
I try to step back, but Hunter grips my thighs and continues to lap and suck away.
The slow burning in my stomach is starting to make its way to my limbs.
“Oh god, I’m there. Right there.” I scream.
Hunter, noticing how close I am roughly thrusts two fingers deep inside of me, hitting that sweet spot and forcing an orgasm to hit me so suddenly that I collapse against him.
As I come back down, I start to twiddle my hair, highly concious of the fact Hunter has his face buried between my thighs.
I drop, throwing my hand out and grabbing his shaft before he can react.
He growls, picking me up by the backs of my thighs, forcing me to release his huge cock and thrusts into me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to bury himself deeper. He crashes me in to the wall, the jolt causing his cock to hit hard againgst my G spot.
“Hunter, harder.” I shout.
He listens to my request and starts to pound heavily in to me, his face comes down to my neck and starts to kiss the skin.
I’m burning, my skin is on fire, I am shuddering all over and I am seconds from a huge climax, minutes after my first.
Hunter’s head lowers, just as I’m reaching my peak, my legs tighten around his waist, forcing him deeper inside, and he bites down on my nipple, so hard it causes a sharp sting, that ultimately sets me off again.
By the time I am coming down I am sobbing his name, and shaking my head from side to side whilst Hunter’s carries me back to the bed, kissing me tenderly on the lips as he goes.
“You’re perfect. So utterly perfect in every way.” Is the last thing I hear before I drift off in to a deep, peaceful slumber.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The rest of the week pretty much follows the same pattern of the day before.
I awake in Hunter’s arms, he attends to matters at his gyms and I make plans with Lottie, most of which have already been seen to and paid for by Hunter in advance.
I speak to my children, morning and night and listen to their adventures.
The evenings are mine and Hunter’s. He either wines and dines me, or we stay at his and order take out, watch cheesy films and end up ravishing one another in the bedroom.
To say I am happy is an understatement.
The only thing missing is o
f course the loves of my life, my children. But seeing as today is Thursday, I only have two more days to go until I get them back, and I cannot wait
Lottie and I have spent the day job hunting, not for her of course, the lucky cow has taken a week off work from her job to spend it with me, but for me.. I’ve applied to every dance school and group within a five mile radius, but am yet to hear anything from any of them. I know it has been a while, but I have such an extensive background in so many types of dance, that I at least expected a rejection letter or phone call.
By the evening I am ready to crash, exhausted from the rigorous love making and busy days I have had all week.
One look from Hunter though, and my exhaustion flees. A huge bout of energy filling its place.
Tonight was filled with such gentle love making, that I couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. The man was treating me as if I was made of glass and it had me completely on edge.
The only time he left my side was to take a couple of heated calls, in which I’m pretty sure I heard him telling his ex to fuck off.
I can’t say fuck all, look at my car crash of an ex.
I just made sure I paid him extra attention when he came back to me.
We spend the night entwined in each others arms on the bed, barely a centimetre of space between us the whole night.
I awoke like this, sweat dripping from my body at being smothered by this fine male specimen. I wouldn’t usually complain, but I’m so hot it’s incredibly uncomfortable.
Untangling myself from the sheets, I creep my way to the edge of the bed to make by escape, careful not to make any big movements that could wake Hunter.
An arm snaking around my bare waist stops my progress, I spin my head to the side, watching my man who still has yet to open his eyes. “Where are you running off to gorgeous?”
My heart flutters in my chest from the endearment, I’m starting to accept them easier now.