Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
“Have you done that before?” he asks after a minute.
“Of course not.”
“Are you sure?”
I smile. “I think I’d remember.”
“Fuck. Well, you’re a quick learner,” he informs me.
I beam, feeling like I got an A+ on a test I forgot to study for. “Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, still with his eyes closed. “Didn’t take you for a swallower.”
It never occurred to me there was another option, really. Where else is it going to go if he’s not going to fuck me after?
I look away from him, turning my attention to the huge movie screen on the wall. “What should we watch?”
Hunter looks at me, then chuckles. “Give me a minute, okay? I’m still seeing God over here.”
“Ooh, I like that. If you have any tips for improvement, though, let me know. I can’t get better without practice and feedback.”
“Your feedback is: you can practice on me anytime you like. Also, I really, really love you. You’re my favorite nerd in the world, and I’m so glad you’re mine.”
“Aww, thank you. I must have done a good job,” I tease.
He smiles, shaking his head at me. “You sure did.”
Chapter Forty Eight
Riley
Once Hunter recovers from “having his soul sucked out of his body,” as he referred to it, we settle in on the couch and watch a movie together.
He wasn’t feeling very inspired to pick one, so he told me to put on my favorite movie and we’d watch that.
When Ever After comes on the screen, he looks over at me. “Not Princess Bride?”
I shake my head. “I like The Princess Bride, but Ever After is my all-time favorite movie.”
“I’ve never seen it,” he says, looking back at the screen.
“Ooh.” I twine our fingers together and give his hand a squeeze. “You’re in for a treat. It’s a love story, but I actually think you’ll really like it. It reminds me a little bit of us.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nod, then rest my head on his shoulder.
He cuddles me closer and I sigh with contentment.
Since he’s sated, I expect him to let me watch the movie in peace, but we’re only about halfway through when he starts to distract me.
It begins slowly and subtly. We were holding hands, but he unlocks our fingers and slides a slow hand along the inside of my bare thigh.
Since we’re not wearing any clothes, I’m hyper aware of his fingertips trailing lightly, higher and higher up my thigh. I become more aware of every sensation, even the breaths I’m taking. They feel thicker, heavier. It’s harder to pull air into my lungs than it should be.
His fingers glide along my inner thigh, playing at harmless innocence. They’re not here to cause any trouble, they’re just exploring.
Sure they are.
I steal a look over at him, but his gaze is on the screen.
I look back at it and try to concentrate on the movie, but all I can really focus on is his touch.
His fingers continue their slow exploration for a while. I’m almost convinced he really doesn’t mean to escalate things.
Then he strokes my thigh, and his fingertips brush my entrance ever so slightly.
I gasp at the lightness of his touch, at the pleasurable tingle it sends through me.
My heart begins to race. He keeps caressing my thigh, but now his fingertips graze my pussy every few strokes. It’s just irregular enough that I don’t know when to expect it, so my body starts to react as if trained, tensing with every stroke, anticipating his light, dizzying touch.
We’re both still pretending to watch the movie, but personally, I haven’t the vaguest idea what’s happening on the screen. I’m too consumed with the little hits of pleasure I get when he teases me with that light touch on such a sensitive part of my body.
I expect him to escalate things. To push the blunt end of his long finger inside me.
I want him to. But he doesn’t.
Instead, he tortures me with that light, lovely touch.
I grow restless, overly stimulated, but at the same time not stimulated enough. I need more. I need him inside me. I’m practically climbing off the couch, but he’s still touching me in that soft, measured way of his.
“Hunter,” I finally say, giving up.
He looks over at me, his eyes even darker than usual. The liquid heat in his brown eyes turns my desire even more molten.
With the grace of a panther going after its prey, Hunter moves off the couch and drops onto the floor at my feet.
Shamelessly, I let him spread my legs open. He positions them where he wants them, with my heels on the edge of the couch. I flush, literally on display for him.
His hot gaze moves between my legs. I could die while he looks at my pussy spread open for him, but my agony only lasts a moment.
He leans in, using his thumbs to spread me even more, and then his head dips and his beautiful mouth locks onto my pussy.