by Heart,Skylar
Whoa.
Hunter looks up at me as he plays with his tongue over my nipple.
I try to squeeze my legs together, releasing some pressure, but all I manage is to squeeze my legs against Hunter’s hips.
Hunter hums and then his hand moves, down my hip and then lower, until his thumb rests over my most intimate place. He slowly moves his thumb and my hips automatically move too.
Small sounds fall out of my mouth, I can’t keep them in, the feelings just too much, the experience just too new. I can’t help my movements, no matter how much I try.
Hunter lets go and just looks at me, a smile on his lips. “I think we may want to move to a bit more comfortable place.”
My breathing comes out rough and hard and it takes me a moment before I realize what he’s saying. I nod. Yeah, a more comfortable place, maybe.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, our chests pressed together, his hot skin searing mine. I wrap my arms around him, and then he lifts me up, carrying me across the room to his bed. He leans down and puts me on the bed. “You’re so beautiful.” If he keeps repeating it, I may even start to believe it myself, especially with the way that his eyes pass over my body as I lie back on the bed.
Hunter bends over and takes my boots off, dumping them next to the bed, before he takes off his own too. Then he stands up straight, running his hands over his chest and down as he keeps his smiling eyes locked to mine. Such a tease.
I sit up on my knees, coming closer and then putting my hands on his hips. From here, his excitement is very visible. Even if I’ve felt it against me the whole time we were sitting on the couch, seeing it up close, that’s a whole different thing.
Hunter takes my hands and puts them on the button of his jeans.
I swallow hard, and, with shaking fingers, open his jeans. Slowly, carefully, both because I’m shaking so much, but also because I want to tease Hunter as much as he likes to tease me. When the button is open and the zipper slips down a little, I reach inside and put my hand over his boxer briefs, feeling his hard length against my hand.
A deep moan leaves Hunter and he pushes against my hand.
My eyes dart up and when I meet Hunter’s eyes, I can’t look away again. It takes my breath away and my body heats up in a way that makes me feel like, if he even touches me a little bit, I’ll fall apart. Damn…
He reaches out and touches my face, then he comes down and kisses me, smiling. He pushes against me and I lean back on the bed, still looking at him. He strips out of his jeans, but keeps his boxer briefs on as he crawls onto the bed next to me.
Then the kisses start again, on my lips, then down over my chest, where he leaves kisses on both of my nipples, running his tongue over them before moving on down. He dips his tongue into my bellybutton and I let out a squeal. I can feel more than I can hear his low laughter, a feeling that runs right through me.
His lips are at the top of my skirt and he looks up at me.
Oh. I swallow hard at his wordless question. But then I nod. I want him to touch me, everywhere.
Hunter opens the skirt and slowly pulls it down, past my simple black underwear, past my over-knee socks, down until it’s off and dropped onto the floor. I should have put on sexier clothes, but I don’t have any. I’ve never felt like I needed clothes that were sexy, as I never thought of myself as sexy.
Then Hunter starts to kiss his way back up, his lips on my calves, slowly moving his way up, past my knee. His eyes are on me constantly and the throbbing inside me gets worse. I flex my legs, trying to ease it, but it’s no use.
Hunter chuckles and runs his hand over the inside of my thigh as he follows it closely with his mouth.
My breathing speeds up, the throbbing getting worse, the tension in my body rising, and all I can do is look at Hunter, who really seems to enjoy teasing me like this.
Then his fingers brush over my sensitive area and I let out a surprised gasp. The feeling is so strong, like all my nerves are only focused on there. Like there is nothing else in this world. Hunter moves again and then his mouth covers me, the warmth not easing the throbbing, instead making it worse.
I moan, the sound coming from deep inside me, my mind blank, everything erased but the feelings that Hunter gives me.
His hands move, tugging on the sides of my underwear, I raise my hips to help him out, and Hunter slides them down my legs. Then he moves back between my legs, spreading them further open, his breath ghosting over me.
“Hunter…” I moan. This is just too much. I need him to do something or I’ll go insane.
“Yes?” He tries to sound calm, but I can hear his excitement in his voice. His breath comes closer and suddenly his tongue slips between my folds.
I shoot up, surprised, my eyes wide as I stare at him. That was way more sensitive than I expected, bringing a fire through my body, a fire that I need to quench.
Hunter looks at me, a smile on his lips, and he reaches out, putting his hand on my hip. Squeezing it, pulling me closer again, and I follow his lead.
This time, when his tongue touches me, I’m not as surprised and the feeling spreads through me, making all my nerves so insane, but also enveloping my body in a comfortable humming, a warm and comfortable feeling. Then his hand moves and I feel his finger at my sensitive entrance, just touching me, teasing.
“Hunter…” The low moan coming from me is unrecognizable, a sound I’ve never before made, a sound of pure pleasure, of pure sex.
Without answering, Hunter slowly slides his finger into me—in, out, in, out. I’m so excited that it’s easy, as his tongue still teases me too.
I’m moaning, thrashing, gasping, and suddenly Hunter stops, pulling away before he sits up. I open my eyes, almost scared I did something wrong. But when I look at Hunter, he’s stripping his boxer briefs off, revealing himself.
He reaches under the bed and pulls out a small plastic bag. Then he looks at me, his eyes a combination of pure lust and uncertainty. He swallows hard before he pulls a box out of the bag. Condoms.
Oh. Yeah, of course. I squeeze my legs together as I realize what this will mean. He’ll be inside me, over me.
“This okay?” He holds out the box.
I grab the box from him, open it, and pull out a condom. I don’t really care anymore. I want him and I want him now. I was so close, and then he stopped. I hand him back the condom.
He nods and opens the packet, quickly rolling it on, and then he hovers over me, looking down at me in a way that tells me I’m loved, cherished, cared for.
I wrap my arms around him and put my mouth to his, pushing my tongue into him. He sucks on the tip of my tongue as he lets out a moan.
Then I feel him move, feel his length between my legs, putting pressure on me. I open my legs, trying to help him, though I’m not sure if this will work, he’s so big.
Hunter breaks the kiss, instead moving his lips down my neck, finding a spot there that makes me forget everything, everything until he starts pushing into me.
I claw at him, trying to get a grip on his back as I stretch around him, as all the nerves go crazy and I don’t recognize the sounds that leave me.
He pulls back slightly before he slides in again, slowly progressing, slowly sliding in deeper. His low groans and moans travel through me, heightening the feelings, making everything just a little more unreal.
When his hips push against me, he stops, staying still, not moving. I try to breathe, but it feels like I can’t take a proper breath, my whole body insane, my heart beating like crazy.
Hunter leans up, looking at me, his eyes dark. “Are you okay?” His breathing is irregular, shallow, as if he’s trying to control his body.
“Yes,” I whisper, reaching out to his face, pulling him closer and kissing him, short kisses, turning longer and longer as Hunter slowly starts to move his hips. We moan out together, our breaths syncing. The whole experience becomes a wave of feelings—the pressure building as he pushes in, and the feeling of emptines
s as he pulls out again.
I don’t want this to stop, not ever, but I also know that it won’t take us long any more, not with the way that we’re going. I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding him close, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
“Touch yourself.” Hunter’s whisper is more like a moan.
“What?” I’m not sure what he wants me to do. I don’t know how to really do that.
“Here.” Hunter takes my hand and guides it to where we’re joined, where all my nerves are heightened and every little touch there sends shocks through my body. “Yeah, like that.”
I move my fingers, trying to do what Hunter did last time, which isn’t easy when you can’t focus. But when I hit the right spots, my body contracts and lights start to flash behind my eyes.
Hunter moans out, and his hips snap. When I hit that spot again, I feel how my body grasps onto Hunter tighter. Whoa. Hunter groans as I keep doing it, his hips moving irregularly now, as I can barely keep control of my own body.
The feelings rise. My body is so sensitive, but I feel how close to the edge I’m getting. So different from what Hunter did earlier, so much better, so much more intense.
And then I’m falling, my body pulsing inside and out. A bright light goes off behind my eyes and everything goes blank for a moment.
Hunter pushes into me twice more before he roars and he pulses inside me, dragging my orgasm out and out.
Our breaths rasp, our bodies sweaty and limp, as we come back to earth.
I can’t believe what just happened, what we just did. I thought I’d had sex before, but this is so different. This is so much better, so much more. I don’t want anything else ever again.
“I love you.” The words spill from my lips as I kiss Hunter’s shoulder.
“I love you too,” he murmurs, his strong arms around me as he holds me tight. “I love you so much.”
Chapter 30
Hunter
When I wake up, Lizzy is curled up in my arms, her hair spread over my chest and her face right against my chin. She’s still sound asleep, her breathing slow and easy. I can’t help but smile as I run my hand over her bare back. She’s so amazing, she’s so beautiful, she fits against me so well. When I first saw her, I would have never thought that we’d get to this point. She was so skittish, she wasn’t very sociable and definitely not the snuggling type…
And now, now she can’t keep her hands off me, and neither can I keep my hands off her. It feels nice to just lie here, cuddled up and knowing that we don’t need to be anywhere soon. Just spending time together, being creative without it being a competition.
Lizzy stirs and opens her eyes, looking at me lazily. “Morning.”
“Morning.” I kiss the top of her head. “Did you sleep well?”
She nods and yawns. “Sorry.” She smiles as she covers her mouth.
“No problem.” I pull her tighter against me before I let her go. “I think we need a shower.”
She looks down at herself, though we’re under a blanket, so there isn’t much visible. “Yeah, I guess.”
I can’t help but frown. Did she just revert back to before?
Lizzy looks at me and then reaches up, smoothing out the lines. “I’m not sure I can move. I’m sore.”
We both burst out laughing and Lizzy colors. “Sorry. I was just a little worried,” I say.
“I know. I’m okay though. I think.” She shrugs as she sits up, wincing.
I guess that will have to do then. I run my hand over her back, sliding my fingers down the beautiful skin. “I’ll turn on the shower then.” I slide out of bed, make my way down to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I pass the mirror and something catches my eyes. I turn around, twisting my back to the mirror. There are huge scratch marks going down my back. Whoops.
The door opens behind me and Lizzy steps in. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and she blushes deeply. “Sorry about that.”
I hadn’t even realized that she’d scratched me, I was so caught up in everything. “No worries. I think I should probably keep my shirt on around other people.” I grin and Lizzy steps closer, wrapping her arms around me and kissing the scratches.
“They look very red.” She frowns slightly.
I pull at her arm, make her stand in front of me instead and wrap my arms around her. “They’ll heal. Don’t worry about it. Stuff like that happens when you have fun.” I kiss the top of her head. “Let’s get in the shower. I’ll clean you up from top to bottom.”
Lizzy looks up at me, one of her eyebrows raised. “Why do I have a feeling I’ll have to have another shower after this shower?” She smiles and I kiss her hard.
“Probably because you will?”
The smile show flashes me tells me that she doesn’t mind, doesn’t mind at all.
God, it’s so good to see her like this. To see her happy, to see her comfortable around me. I don’t know what will happen when we’re outside of this little bubble, but for now, everything seems to be going well.
I stand in the middle of the private room at the workshop. The music on my headphones is loud, blasting at me, making me ignore everything that is going on around me. I’ve been here since five in the afternoon yesterday, and I think it’s nearing eight in the morning now. I’ve been locked in here the whole time. After spending the whole weekend with Lizzy, I knew that I had to change the project for drawing class. The old one was based on a girl who had been hiding herself away for years, trying to deny herself for a long time. But the girl I’ve seen this weekend, that girl finally allowed herself to be happy, and that girl is so different—that girl has different dreams.
So I started over. I locked myself in here and started all over, since I have to hand it in this afternoon.
I stand back and look at the drawing. It’s Lizzy, wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of leggings. Not the full-on gothic outfit that she normally wears, but the clothes of a girl who doesn’t put up a front to hide behind. Around her I’ve drawn the forest, the sun, her art. So many different elements of the girl I’ve gotten to know. Some would be hard to figure out, like, how do you portray getting better, when getting better is a case of managing, not a perfect cure?
Instead, I went with things that made her happy, things that I know she dreams of doing more. Lizzy’s dream is a happy future. I only hope that Prof Cartwright will accept this. It may be slightly outside of what the exercise entailed, but at the same time, it’s the truth.
We don’t have dreams of a job outside of our art, no dreams of riches or big houses. Our dreams are simpler, more personal: art, creativity… love.
Light streams into the space and I turn around, pulling the plugs from my ears.
Lizzy stands in the doorway, looking at me like I’m insane. “Can I see it yet?” She tries to look past me.
“Nope, not yet.” I crowd her out of the room and close the door behind me, hiding the drawing inside as I take her in my arms.
She sighs as she wraps her arms around me too. Lizzy has been here with me the whole time. She slept here the whole night as I was working on the drawing. I can imagine she’s exhausted too. “When can I see it?” Lizzy asks.
“When it’s finished.” I kiss the top of her head. “Just a little bit more time. Is yours done yet?”
She nods. “Was last night.”
“You’re happy with it?”
“Yeah.” She pulls me along to the big piece of paper that is hanging in the middle of the workshop. She’s used both sides of the paper, which wasn’t easy, but it seemed to fit her idea of the project. On the one side, it’s me, with my bike and my metal scrap art, quite dark. On the other side, it’s me too, in the forest, with a horse, some drawings and other art. The two sides of me, something that Lizzy has been seeing from the start. No matter how hard I tried to hide it. No matter how much I tried to be something else, someone else. Still, she saw right through it when no one else seemed to be able to, see through the tough attitude and instead see the darknes
s inside me, the broken me.
“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” I pull her close, angling her face up and give her soft kisses. I’m not sure how else to show my appreciation, as we’re technically in a public place.
The door to the workshop opens and slams close, followed by the sound of block heels tapping on the tiled floor out front. “Morning.” Tamara’s chipper voice makes us pull apart from each other. “Oh, okay, I can come back when it’s a better time,” she teases and I turn to her, glaring.
“Nothing going on, we were being really PG-13.” I shrug and weave my fingers through Lizzy’s.
“Right…” Tamara rolls her eyes, then she looks around and at us. “Have you been here all night?”
We shrug. Yeah.
“If you did something, I hope you cleaned it up.”
“I wish,” Lizzy mumbles, and I burst out laughing.
“Lizzy!” Tamara’s voice rises. “I do not need to know that.” She smiles though, as she looks at Lizzy. She took easily to us dating when she saw that we were actually better together. It wasn’t easy on everyone. Lola is still a bit grumpy about it, but I’m pretty sure that that will be over soon enough when she realizes that the boy she used to know is not the same one that I am now.
Tamara walks into her office and then comes out with some papers. “I’d like it if you would put some of your art into this exhibit. It’s hosted here, and I think that some of your scrap art would fit in well with the other things going on.” She hands me a piece of paper and then Lizzy too. “And some of your amazing drawings and paintings would be appreciated too, Lizzy.” She eyes the drawing behind us, Lizzy’s final project for Prof Cartwrights’ class. “Maybe even that one.”
“I’m not sure…” Lizzy looks up at me, but I shrug. Yeah, it’s personal, but all art is personal. “I guess.”
“What else will be in there?”
“Damon will supply some photos, I think he’s made a whole installation with them, and some others from the workshop will provide art too. It won’t be super-big, but it’s the first one in the new workshop, so I wanted to get everyone involved. That way we all get to show off a little bit of our skills.” She turns around. “I think this place deserves some great attention. I’ve got some of my all-time best students in here right now. Not showing you all off would be stupid.”
