Page 82 of The Offside Rule
“Fuck me,” he said when he saw my bare pussy.
“Oh, I plan to,” I said to him.
“This is so much better than the shower,” he said, surprising me.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It means seeing you naked that day made me into a changed man. I couldn’t touch you then, but I can touch you now,” he said.
“You need to take off your pants first. It isn’t fair that you’ve seen me naked twice now and I’ve never seen you naked,” I said.
“Good point.” He hopped off the bed and lowered his jeans. He was rocking quite the hard-on, which was evident through his boxers.
“Holy cow,” I said, looking at his cock. “You’re huge.”
“I’m a big guy, Catherine,” he said like this should have been obvious to me.
Julian had a pencil dick. Not that I should be comparing the two.
“I can see that,” I replied.
He climbed onto the bed and slowly spread my legs, keeping eye contact with me. The gold in his hazel eyes swirled with heat as he dipped his head. “I want you to watch me. Get up on those elbows,” he ordered. Then he looked up at me. “You aren’t the only one who can be bossy.”
“Hunter, I… I…” I was murmuring.
“Say whatever it is. Don’t hide from me,” he said.
“Julian was the only one who ever, you know…” I made a circling motion around my vagina. “And I couldn’t come.”
A slow grin spread across Hunter’s lips. He was so damn sexy I was losing it. “Don’t worry about that, beautiful. Just enjoy the ride.” He winked. He winked, and then he spread my pussy lips with two fingers and dipped his head. When his hot tongue made contact with my delicate skin, I groaned. “We’re off to a good start.”
“Hush, you,” I said. But then his tongue really got to work, and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. I was coming apart much faster than I expected. I began to moan loudly. “Holy crap, Hunter… this is…”
Moan. I was losing it. His tongue flicked my clit, then rubbed me in all the right ways. He even plunged his tongue inside me. He was relentless.
“You taste better than my wildest dreams,” he said.
“You dreamed about tasting me?” I asked, even though I could barely think straight.
“Yes,” he said, and then he stuck a finger inside me.
“I’m going to come,” I warned.
“That’s the point, beautiful.” I watched him fingering me. His eyes were glued to mine. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. His body was ripped; his skin was tanned. His light eyes contrasted with his dark hair; his jawline was too perfect.
Then he put his mouth back on me, and I was a goner. My elbows couldn’t hold me up anymore. I fell back on the bed as a tsunami of an orgasm overtook me.
“It’s too much,” I warned.
“It’s not enough,” he replied as he pumped into me with his fingers and flicked my clit with his tongue.
I cried out like I had never orgasmed before. It felt like a force ripping through me. It was overwhelming, and yet I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn’t even think of what I wanted. My thoughts turned to liquid. I didn’t unravel. Hunter had me undone, and he didn’t relent. My orgasm continued as he flicked my clit with his tongue and licked at all my juices. By the time I came down from my high, I was completely drained and felt airy. No, I felt like I was walking on cloud nine.
Hunter shifted up the bed and gathered me in his arms. “What were you saying about not being able to come that way?” He grinned like the Cheshire cat.
“I think you fucked me stupid,” I replied because I didn’t have anything better.
“Nah, you could never be stupid.” He leaned in and kissed me. He smelled like a mix of vagina and something very masculine.
