Page 66 of Wrecked (Forever 4)

Heat rippled through my core as he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed me passionately. His tongue slipped in with mine and probed my mouth with lush slides. I took his mouth greedily, desperate for more contact with him.

He moved me, switching our positions so that he was on top then helped ease my shirt over my head and let me back down to the pillow. My body quivered with excited energy as he lowered his huge frame onto me and slipped a muscular arm under my back. His free hand traced a line down my collar bone to my bra and slipped under to tease my nipple. The contact made my skin prickle, making me eager for every bit of pleasurable sensation.

His lips sealed over mine again as he used the hand under me to unclasp my bra. Our tongues wrestled playfully before he pulled away, taking the bra with him and exposing my br**sts. I put my hands around his waist and slipped them under his t-shirt, eager for access to the beautiful body beneath. Even with my jeans still on, I felt myself getting wet.

Hunter trailed small kisses from my cheek to my jaw and down my neck as he crushed my br**sts with the weight of his chest. “Mmm it’s been too long since I’ve felt you naked. ”

It had only been a day since we last had sex but it felt like an eternity. I tugged at the hem of his t-shirt wanting to expose him as much as I was exposed. “Same here.”

He sat up and took off the shirt in one swift movement before bringing himself back down to me. My eyes traveled over his body hovering above me, taking in the strong lines of his shoulders and chest. Then he slipped out of his jeans, leaving just his black boxer briefs. Seeing his c**k stretch against the thin cotton of his underwear made my pulse quicken.

His hands were on the button of my jeans. “Want help?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. The sudden rush of air on my legs made me feel cold. I squirmed and curled up, covering myself with my arms.

“Cold?” he asked.

“Hurry up so we can get under the covers. I’m freezing.”

He smiled and came back to the head of the bed. We slipped beneath my comforter. The warmth coming from his body made him my favorite personal heater.

We lay side by side and kissed each other playfully with little kisses, then longer and more passionately. One of his legs slid between mine and up my thigh toward my aching sex. I wanted him inside me desperately.

He kissed my neck at the same instant his thigh pressed up against my soaked panties, making me shudder. Smiling against my lips, his hand eased between my legs and around my underwear. The light flick of his finger on my sensitive folds sent bolts of pleasure through my torso. I closed my eyes as he eased my slick panties down my legs and threw them on the floor.

His next touch made my back arch toward him in pleasure. The way his fingers danced around my pu**y, alternating between touching my clit and pumping in and out of me, made me flushed and needy. I felt an orgasm steadily building inside me and realized I wanted to pleasure him too, so I reached down and grabbed his hard c**k through his underwear.

He responded by plunging his fingers even deeper inside me, curling them so they touched my g-spot. I used my free hand to grip his short hair and bring him closer, kissing him as hard as I could.

“God your pu**y is so tight,” he growled. “I want to feel you around my cock.”

My heart sank as I had a grim realization: I didn’t have any condoms. Or any other sexual stuff, actually. I’d been so dead set against causing drama in my life by hooking up with boys that I hadn’t bought supplies. It was supposed to be a way of stopping myself from being tempted.

I took a deep breath and squeezed my legs together. “Sorry, but I don’t think we can do that tonight.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why not? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t have any condoms,” I said quietly.

He smiled. “Okay, we can fix that problem later.” He kissed me and opened my legs back up. “ But I don’t need to be inside you to get you off.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and relaxed. My pu**y felt on fire as his fingers quickly found their rhythm again. The orgasm building up in my core was rapidly approaching release.

I didn’t want to let him get me off without giving him anything, so I reached toward his waistband and peeled his underwear down his muscular thighs. His c**k sprang up, huge and heavy. I wrapped my fingers around the smooth skin and stroked my hand up and down its length.

Feeling his c**k respond to my touch took me to the edge. I closed my eyes and continued to stroke him as he fingered me. We continued pleasuring one another as the movie played, the sound of explosions and bad guys grunting making for an interesting background track. When he touched my clit with the pad of his thumb, my climax came in a burst.

I bit back a cry, moaning from the back of my throat as my core tightened deliciously and released in spasms. My hand fell away from his c**k and I gripped the sheets hard. When I opened my eyes I saw his face focused on mine. He wore an expression of masculine triumph.

“You look like you enjoyed that,” he said.

“I did,” I murmured, curling up into him.

His cock, still hard, brushed against my leg. I reached down and began stroking him again. He relaxed his face and threw his head back. Feeling like it was my turn to please him, I trailed kisses down his neck to his hard chest.

He ran his fingers through my hair to my nape. “That feels good.”

“I don’t have any lube . . .” I said, trailing off.

“That’s okay, just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I protested.

I lightly grazed his balls with the tips of my fingers and he exhaled sharply from the sensation. “You won’t. I trust you.”

I quickened my pace, making sure to keep my touch light so my hand I didn’t catch on his skin. His grip on my hair tightened and he uttered a throaty rasp like he was struggling for control. I squirmed, excited to see the effect my touches had on him.

“Don’t stop,” he panted. Despite my hand becoming fatigued from stroking him through an entire fight scene, I spit some saliva in my palm and continued jerking him quickly but lightly.

“Oh god, I’m going to come,” he cried.

His c**k twitched then erupted, shooting hot, thick se**n through my fingers and against my stomach. He arched himself against me, bucking with every spurt. The guttural moan of agony mixed with pleasure that escaped his lips filled me with triumph.

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