Page 17 of Lovestruck
Lust takes over the second the door closes behind us. Our boots are kicked over to the side as I grab her and cover her mouth with mine. Our tongues dance together, thrusting against each other, mimicking what our bodies will do later.
When we pull apart to take a much-needed breath, my eyes travel from Kat’s flushed cheeks down to her sweater-covered chest.
“Clothes. Off.”
Her eyes darken and as soon as her sweater is off, I can see her nipples pebbling under the thin fabric of her bra. I reach around and unclip it, and she lets it fall to the floor.
Fuck. Me. Her tits are even better than I imagined. Round globes of perfection.
“What about you?” she asks, her hands coming to toy with the bottom of my hoodie. “There are far too many layers of fabric between us right now.”
I let her peel my sweater up and over my head, taking my base layer shirt with it. And her reaction to seeing my bare torso for the first time? Makes all those gym sessions worth it.
“Hunter,” she hums appreciatively, her fingers running lightly through the hairs on my chest. I bring my hands around to rest on her lower back, just above the ass I’ve stared at too many times to count. Then she leans in and her tongue darts out to flick my nipple.
“Fuck,” I gasp. Just like that, she’s trying to flip the script on who’s leading this, and that’s not gonna happen. Spinning her around, I bring her back to my front. “You’ll get your turn, baby, but right now I have so many dirty fantasies I wanna live out with you.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a full-length mirror.Perfect.
As I gently guide her in that direction, my fingers move quickly over the fastener at the top of her snow pants. Pushing them down, revealing her tight fleece leggings, I curse inwardly. There really are too many layers between us. Fucking snow gear is slowing me down.
I’m a greedy, impatient bastard and I need her naked. Now.
I push at the hem of her leggings. “These need to go.” She gives a murmur of agreement and shimmies her hips as she wiggles them down, pressing that delectable ass right into my crotch as she does so. Then, standing up again, her hands come up and behind her head to twine around my neck.
“Show me those fantasies, Hunter. Let’s see if they’re the same as mine.”
“I wanna make all your fantasies come true, baby,” I growl in her ear.
I turn us slowly, taking in her audible gasp when she sees we’re in front of the mirror and letting it fuel my arousal. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her nipples are standing straight up, helped by the arch in her back as her fingers dig into my hair. My hands run up the sides of her thighs, squeezing her hips, before sliding around to her stomach. I duck my head down and make my way down her neck, and along her collarbone with my lips.
“You’re perfect. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna make you feel so goddamn good.”
“You already do,” she whispers, her fingers tightening in my hair as my hands cup her breasts. I squeeze gently, toying with them, playing with her nipples. I listen to her sounds, completely tuned in to every minute movement of her body. It doesn’t take long until she’s writhing in front of me, just from my lips on her neck, my hands on her tits, and my dirty words in her ear.
“I can’t wait to taste your pussy. I bet you taste so fucking sweet. Everything about you is sweet, Kitty Kat. Your heart, your soul, your body. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, you know that? I can’t wait to watch you explode with pleasure.”
“Hunter,” she moans, thrusting her tits into my hands. “Please.”
“Mmm. I like hearing you beg, baby.”
“Oh God,” she cries out as I dance my fingers lightly over the neatly trimmed hair covering her sex. I want to devour her, but first, she needs to see something.
“Open your eyes, Kat. Watch me. Watch us.”
Her eyes fly open and only then do I plunge my fingers into her pussy. She’s soaked, throbbing, open and ready for me. Fuck. My dick is aching in my pants, desperate to get out and replace my fingers. But not yet.
Kat moans and pants out my name as one of my arms slides around her to hold her against me, and the other does wicked things between her legs. I alternate between plucking at her clit and thrusting in and out, watching her, learning her body. If I could, I would dedicate my life to learning Kat’s body. To worshipping Kat’s body.
When I feel her walls start to tighten around my fingers and hear her voice take on a keening quality, my forehead drops to her shoulder.
I’m in heaven. Getting her off, bringing her pleasure, this is fucking heaven.
“Oh God, Hunter. Oh my God. Yes, oh fuck, yes!”
My eyes dart up and I find her staring at us in the mirror, her own eyes dark and wide with passion. I lock onto that gaze, add a third finger, crooking them slightly. Then, to send her flying, my other hand moves down to roll her clit between my finger and thumb.
“Show me how you explode, baby.”
