He pulled away and arched an eyebrow. “I talk too much?” he asked, his tone a mixture of confusion and amusement.
I bit my lip and nodded as he pushed a finger into me.
“You really think I talk too much?” He slowly pulled it out and then ran his palm over my dripping pussy. His skin grazed mine, but I felt his touch in every part of my body.
“Shut up and fuck me, Hunter.” I hissed as he thrust two fingers in.
“So bossy.” He licked my clit before he smiled when I twitched. “So demanding.”
He thrust a third finger in, and I pulled his head closer, thrust his mouth against my pussy. He sucked on my clit, flicked it with his tongue, caressed it with his lips as I fucked his hand.
I clutched his shoulders as he pulled his fingers out and grabbed me by the back of the thighs. He pulled me closer and thrust his face deeper. He moved his tongue faster. I bit my lip harder and choked off a groan. Ecstasy blurred the edges of my world until there was only him and the door that held me up. He took me to the edge, but kept me there, never allowing me to go over completely. I writhed when he pulled his mouth away and stood. The sudden absence of his touch was agony.
He pulled my hair free from its bun and ran his fingers through it, making it fall over my shoulders. “You’re so beautiful.”
He clutched a handful as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. He tasted tangy. I tasted tangy. His erection pressed into me. I pulled away and clawed the button of his pants.
He groaned into my mouth as I slid my hand into his pants and worked his cock free. I watched his face as I ran my fingers down it and took it in my hand. He shut his eyes and bit back a groan. He used the wall to steady himself as I dropped to my knees.
I looked up at him and waited for him to make eye contact before I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. I opened my mouth and slid his head in, only for a moment. I swirled my tongue around it and then down the length of his shaft until he glistened.
His face twisted in pleasure as I opened my mouth and let his cock slide in again. I closed my lips around his thick shaft and drew him in inch by inch. With his free hand, Hunter grabbed a handful of hair. His grip was solid and it pulled a bit, but I responded by taking him even deeper. He held me tight, but didn’t push me. I wanted him to push me.
I stayed still, looked up at him and didn’t move until he pressed his hand against the back of my head and forced me forward. My eyes fell closed. I wrapped my fingers around his cock again as he increased his speed.
Hunter tightened his grip in my hair. “Look at me, Summer. Let me see those blue eyes sparkle.”
He growled when I opened my eyes, then thrust harder, faster, deeper. It was all I could do not to choke on him, but we’d fallen into a rhythm. He knew how much to give and take. He knew when to back off and when to turn up the heat.
Hunter groaned, stiffened, then took his hand out of my hair. “Fuck, Summer. I can’t do this.” He slid his cock out of my mouth, grabbed me by the arms and yanked me to my feet. “I can’t wait anymore.” He lifted me, pinned me against the door and guided his cock inside me. I gripped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled me down onto him as he slammed into me.
This was what love was. Trusting him not to drop me. Trusting him to give me what I needed while fulfilling his own needs. His mouth invaded mine and he stole my breath. The room spun. No, I spun. Hunter plucked me off the door and carried me to a couch on the other side of the room. He laid me on it, never leaving me. I toyed with the erratic curls that he could never make behave with my fingers. They were like him—wild, free, untamed.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked as he leaned in and dragged his lips along my jawline.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.” He bit my ear, causing me to squirm. “I can see it in your eyes. Your brain is working a million miles an hour.”
“I’m just thinking of you. Of us. This thing we have, it’s pretty great.”
He captured my face with his hand and slid his thumb over my cheek. “Summer.”
My breath caught at the way he’d said my name. His eyebrows pinched together as if he were in pain, but it sounded like a prayer.
I dug my fingers into his arms and lifted my head to brush my lips against his. “We should get back out there.”
Hunter growled and plunged himself deeper. I tightened my grip on his arms and choked back a moan.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Hunter captured my lips with his, plunged his tongue into my mouth and kissed me hard. I arched my hips, encouraging him to fuck me, but he smiled as I groaned in frustration. “I’m going to fuck you slow, Summer.”
He pulled out so slowly I thought I was going to die before he could slide back in. His entire body was rock solid as he held himself back. Our gazes never left each other. That felt more intimate, as if he were staring into my soul. He shuddered when I ran my hands up his arms and slipped my fingers into his hair.
“Hunter.” His name had barely crossed my lips before he drove himself into me. It was fast and deep and out of control. He gripped my shoulders and anchored himself to me, plowed deeper. The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. “Hunter, I love you.” He paused for a split second. Fear that he would stop forever knotted my stomach.
“I love you.” He caught my mouth with his, kissed me hard and impaled me on his cock until I rode the edge of release.
I clawed down his back and moaned into his mouth as the first wave of my orgasm ripped through me. Hunter came with me. He stiffened, growled, shuddered and slammed me until we were both spent.
Hunter edged himself in beside me and drew me close. We lay in silence for a minute as we caught our breaths.
“Did you just smell my hair?” I asked, smiling, because I couldn’t stop even if I wanted too.
He lifted his hand from my hip and ran his fingers through my hair. “Maybe.”
I shut my eyes and drank in his presence. We didn’t talk about what we’d said a few minutes ago. He snaked his arm around me and pulled me in tighter. There would be plenty of time for talking later when the party cleared out and we were alone.
Chapter Thirteen
“How do I look?” I pulled my panties up, then smoothed my dress.
Hunter grabbed me by the hips and pulled me close. “Like you were just fucked.”
I laughed and pushed away. “Then I guess we better leave separately.”
His lips hovered close to my ear. I shivered as his breath grazed my skin. “Mingle for ten or fifteen minutes, then make an excuse to leave the party. Wait for me in your room. I’ll meet you there.”
“Can’t get enough of me, can you?”
His kiss was lightning. There and gone. His voice was thunder, so deep it filled me as it rumbled. “Never.”
He pulled away, winked and left the room. I looked at the clock and added up the minutes until Hunter and I would be alone and I could tell him my news. Half an hour. In half an hour, I’d be in his arms. I could whisper it to him. It’d be our secret then. I caressed my flat stomach before I smoothed my dress and slipped out of the room.
Hunter had been right. No one seemed to notice our absence. I grabbed a glass of sparkling water and circulated the room, though much of the party had moved to the large yard. My mom was outside. She hung off her new husband’s arm as they laughed and talked with his family. Now it was hers. I smiled to myself. This was my family now too, and my baby’s.