by W. Ferraro
Well, who am I to refuse a woman?
Hunter dove in. His tongue did not play any games. He knew what the target was and he was just as eager to reach it as he knew Molly was. His tongue stroked and lapped at the wonderful tastes that were flowing freely from her. His teeth grazed over engorged tissue as his mouth created the perfect suction. The fingers of one hand explored the newly discovered skin as the other held her to the mattress.
It didn’t take Molly too long to cling to his head, holding him closer and wanting his mouth to ravage until she was quivering.
His thumb found her hidden nub of ecstasy, and he slowly applied pressure.
Using her words as guidance, he increased his firm pressure just as his mouth continued to seek the prize.
The first wave of ecstasy overtook her as Molly called out, repeatedly chanting Hunter’s name and his chest puffed with every utterance of her breath.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, Molly began to giggle; wiggling away from Hunter’s still seeking mouth. He took mercy on her and began to kiss and nuzzle her inner thigh. He lightly nipped at the soft skin enjoying her still rapid breathing. Unable to wait any longer for another stimulating go at her heaven-sent mouth, Hunter began the slow erotic torturous journey upward, enjoying the multiple side expeditions to erogenous zones that had her panting and clawing at him for more.
“Have no fear, beautiful. I am far from done with you. I’ll take you to heaven again and again. Just relax and let me enjoy.”
Hunter took claim of her mouth, loving how the taste of herself on his lips didn’t bother her. If anything, it seemed to fuel her onward. Molly licked and kissed him without abandonment. Hunter rolled to his back, bringing her with him. She straddled his hips and Hunter felt something inside him shift.
Molly’s perfect form was braced tall, displaying her incredible breasts and beautifully chiseled body. The incredible body that he had dreamed about but now he knew his fantasy did very little justice. Hunter loved how she owned her sexuality proudly.
Fuck Playboy centerfolds, they had nothing on this homegrown Aphrodite.
Theirs gazes locked and Molly’s cheeks turned crimson. She moved her head causing her hair to cascade over her cheek, blocking his view.
Hunter squeezed his hold tighter on her hips and spoke softly but firmly. “Don’t hide from me. I enjoy looking at you, and I know I will never tire of it.”
Molly bit down on her lower lip but shifted her head again giving Hunter an unobstructed view, but this time when their gazes locked something in it spoke, loudly.
Molly slowly began to rotate her hips, moving up and down over his pelvis, silently dancing to an unheard rhythm.
Now it was Hunter’s turn to tilt his head back in sexual ecstasy.
With his eyes squeezed tight, he thought for sure there was some link between that and his explosion control.
When he was in as much control as possible, he slowly opened his eyes and he felt grateful he did. She looked at him with adoration, and he never felt prouder.
A smile for a smile all the while as her hips rotated and her core rode his zipper.
“Beautiful, keep that up, and I’ll lose it before we get my pants off.”
A slow, sly smile took place on Molly’s face. “Well, I’m good so I’d be okay with that.”
Before she could rub against the hard bulge beneath her spread thighs once more, Hunter had her flat on her back again.
“Oh, we’re going to play by prison rules, huh?” Hunter said kissing her passionately. When he pulled away abruptly, standing next to the bed and away from her reach, his pride took another smug applaud as Molly’s mouth chased after him.
“Say it.”
Molly’s aroused eyes blinked fast in confusion, as she sat up moving closer to him.
Hunter stepped back, not letting on that such a move threatened to disable him, as he spoke again, “Just say it.”
“Say what?”
“What I’ve been waiting twenty years for you to say to me.”
Molly looked him over, head to toe. He felt her gaze in every pore of his body. He watched as her eyes roamed over his bare chest down to where the obvious tent hid behind his jeans. Their already intense gazes locked, both taken over with arousal. Molly bit down on her lower lip, and when Hunter thought she wouldn’t say what he wanted, no needed, her to say, she did.
“Hunter, I want you inside of me. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel only you deep inside.”
His face beamed with satisfaction and something else, but before Molly could inquire, he walked the few calculating steps, leaned down and just before his lips touched hers, said gently but meaningfully, “Finally.”
With one knee on the bed and the other foot still on the floor, he leaned over her propped up on his strong arms. Molly leaned up on elbows cutting the distance between them as she deepened the kiss, silencing him. When Hunter tried to break apart again and began to speak, she raised a slender finger to his lips and whispered, “Shh, no more talk, Hunter. It is time for action.”
His eyes locked on hers, his smile purely sexual in nature, and he gently kissed her finger.
Then he took her instruction.
They moved in tangled limbs, giggling along the way and ridding Hunter of his pants. Even though this was their first time together, they moved as if all his dreams were realities. His hands roamed over her body in knowing fashion, rewarded by her moans and signs of pleasure. Her fingers touched and ignited every nerve ending, causing his body to quiver like an inexperienced teenager.
Molly helped Hunter sheath himself and as they both laid naked core to core, all humor was gone. He lifted up on his forearms, ensuring his view of her face. He wanted to watch every emotion, every nuance of feeling as he slid into her.
Molly looked up at him with longing and desire. Hunter’s intense blues never wavered as he pushed inside of her, inch by incredible inch. When he could go no further, Hunter placed a kiss on her nose, holding any and all movement, giving her time to accommodate to his presence and giving him the much-needed appreciation of finally being where he had wanted to be for decades.
Then he began to move.
Molly cradled him with her body, lifting her legs so that her heels pressed into his lower back. The position slid him in even further than he thought was possible. There was no beginning from one or end from the other. Their two bodies made an infinite connection, a connection that Hunter silently vowed never to sever.
“You should come with a warning label.” Hunter spoke quietly as his eyes closed to enjoy the incredible, better than he ever thought was possible sensation he was feeling.
“What?” Molly asked apprehensively.
“Once will never be enough for me. Now that I know what you feel like, I have no intention of ever letting go of you or this.”
Molly lifted her hands so they rested against the hard planes of his chest, and he began the pace they both frenziedly demanded. His hips pumped vigorously into the cradle of her accepting body.
Pleas to the Almighty rung out wildly into the air, repeatedly.
Hunter’s hands glided down, holding her bottom upward and widening her at the same time, giving him an anchor to pound into her that much harder.
It was as if twenty years of want and desire all came down to this moment in time. It mattered more than anything else.
Everything else was a matinee to this; the main event; the conclusion, and the result of two decades of mistakes, regrets, and misery.
And it was better than he had ever a right to.
He knew without a moment’s doubt what she meant to him. Time didn’t exist; nothing existed except for what his body was telling her in its own way.
Molly was so close, vibrating with the promise of the orgasm she was about to crest. Hunter increased the speed of his thrusts, knowing each time he plunged into her that he was touching her womb. He lowered his hand adding his thumb to her already pulsating clit and with the s
lightest of pressure Molly called out, echoing across the room. Her body continued to convulse as the orgasm ricocheted through her.
Hunter soon followed; her name falling from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut and emptied himself into her welcoming body. He collapsed on top of her still heaving chest. Both of their bodies covered in sweat, each recovering from what could only be described as sexual perfection; he somehow found the strength to nuzzle his head into her neck.
Even though his whole body radiated with the sensation of being completely spent and it hurt to form a single thought, that couldn’t stop him from licking and kissing her sweet skin.
Molly somehow found the strength to raise a hand and caress his back, igniting his nerve endings once more with the passing of each scrape of her fingernails.
His lips mumbled against her neck, “I’m almost forty; give me at least ten minutes before you do that.”
Her laugh was infectious, and the sound and vibration had a smile of his own forming.
He somehow found the strength to level himself off her, collapsing onto his back next to her. Without asking, Molly turned herself into the crook of his arm and rested her head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her to bring her in even tighter.
Neither of them spoke both just content to lay wrapped around the other sated in the afterglow of thoroughly loving.
Hunter knew everything had changed. Hell, he knew it had changed even before he bedded her, but now there was no going back, and truth be told, looking forward sounded like the best idea ever contemplated to him.
The future was laid out in front of him, and it all circled around this woman.
The minutes ticked by as he held her slowly drawing circles on the arm she had stretched across his chest. With one hand behind his head and his ankles crossed, Hunter laid in naked heaven. His mind was going a mile a minute with all the things he wanted to share and all the things he still had left to learn about her.
No time like the present.
But before he could ask just one of the slew of questions dancing on his tongue, Molly shivered.
“Baby, are you cold?”
Not waiting for an answer, he used his foot to maneuver the throw at the end of the bed, but without much finesse, it fell to the floor.
“Shit! I’ll get . . .”
But Molly patted his stomach and offered to get it. Much to his chagrin, she went the other way and walked around the bed. He enjoyed the show she gave but desperately missed her in his bed.
She bent down to retrieve the throw and as she stood up, her face changed, causing him suddenly to become concerned.
He watched as she used the throw as a shield covering her body from his view, but her face scanned his room. The only emotion present was one of shock, and he was suddenly on complete alert.
Sitting up quickly, with one foot on the floor, he reached for her. “Beautiful? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
She didn’t say anything but walked out of the room and into the hallway.
Completely confused as to what could have happened to spook her, he was on his feet and right behind her when she stopped in his bedroom’s doorway.
With a hand on her arm, so she now faced him, the throw fell to the floor, and her eyes followed.
“Molly! Talk to me!”
Her eyes looked right out into the hallway then back to his to the bed they just vacated.
He wanted to shake her for keeping mum about what transpired, but then she looked at him and suddenly he didn’t care. She was somewhat smiling and reaching for him. Burying her head against his chest, she rested her hands on his waist.
“Beautiful, your silence is killing me. What happened?” he spoke against the crown of her head before placing a kiss there.
Molly grabbed for his hand and pulled him back to the bed, forgetting the throw altogether.
They both sat down on the edge of the bed as Molly’s eyes continued to look around the room. When she looked back at him, he had no idea what was coming but the anticipation felt like a rock in his stomach.
Then she began to speak and he felt himself clinging to every word, “Remember how you said something about Deja vu? Well. I’m kind of experiencing my own version right now.”
His shook his head as he searched her face finally finding a slight amount of relief at the smile that played on her face. But it was hardly enough to stop his concern completely.
“I’m not following . . .”
“Your room.”
Confusion continued to be his friend of the moment.
Thankfully, Molly continued to fill him in. “I’ve been in this room before.” She shook her head, obviously fighting with how to explain what she meant correctly. “Your bed, your hallway, even the floor is almost exactly the same as a dream I had.”
Sudden relief overtook him and he audibly let out the breath he had been holding.
But Molly took it to mean something other than relief it was intended. “Look, I know it sounds crazy . . .”
He lifted his hand to grab hold of her chin to ensure her eyes met his. “Not crazy. Come on, get under the covers with me and you can tell me all about this dream of yours.”
She followed his suggestion, snuggling into the pillows and covers with him, as he held her in his arms. He listened as she echoed her dream, finding great comfort in the expressive and embarrassed blush that overtook her cheeks. When she finished explaining how she froze at the sight of the elaborate similar design and positioning of his bed, then added in the parallel coloring of the walls and woodwork and the hardwood floors, it left her staggering.
Within the secure embrace of his arms, she spoke softly against his chest. “What do you think it could mean? I mean, obviously, I have never been in your bedroom before.”
He couldn’t help but smile as he pressed his lips to her forehead, the all in fun mocking statement couldn’t help but cross his tongue, “Well, you are either a Peeping Thomasina, or . . .” he feigned contemplation, “it was just fate’s way of telling you it is where you should have been all along.” Sliding downward so she came with, he reestablished their earlier position of where she nuzzled into his side. He kissed her head before saying, “Me, personally, I’d go with the second choice.”
“You really think so?” she asked now resting her chin on his chest so their eyes could meet once more.
Raising his hand so the back of his fingers could stroke her cheek ever so gently, he replied, “I do.”
“Now that we have that all out of the way . . .” Hunter chose to ignore the eye roll she gave him, and he once more shifted her easily enough, so she covered him. “My turn to ask a question.”
She squinted her eyes, but the smile that played across her beautiful face told him that she was with him moving on.
“If you could go anywhere on vacation, where would you go?”
She stared at his face, pondering her answer, and then couldn’t hold in her laugh. “Really? Of all the pillow talk irrefutable questions you could ask, you are going with my dream vacation?”
His smile reflected hers. “Indeed.”
He could see the moment the playfulness took hold, and he loved it.
“Before I answer, why don’t you answer and I will see if our choices are compatible.”
He too held her gaze, and with a spirited smile on his lips, he replied, “I think a week or so with you in Jamaica, perhaps Montego Bay.”
She shifted herself closer, pressing her breast against him as she let her fingers trace his moving lips. “Yeah, definitely, I think that would give me the perfect opportunity to enjoy the sight of this beautiful,” he raised her even higher so their faces aligned and her still wet core rested over his lower abdomen. He kissed her chin, “mouthwatering,” he kissed one cheek, “sexy,” he kissed the other cheek, “glorious,” he kissed her lips, “body of yours. I envision you in an indecently skimpy bikini where your delicious skin will glisten in the sun from the tanning oil I will so merc
ifully rub all over you. The only agenda will be you and me enjoying the sound of the heaven touched blue waves hitting the white as clouds sand. Then at night, we will take in all that the island has to offer. Five-star restaurants, all the shopping your huge heart can endure, and dancing. You know the kind of dancing where I get to hold you close and feel your body’s heat mix with mine. I’ll lay your head on my shoulder and I’ll lower mine so that my face touches your soft neck. I’ll inhale your wonderful scent mixed with the coconut of the oil from earlier. Then when you tell me your feet have had too much, we will go back to our villa.”
“Villa?” she interrupted.
“Oh yes, beautiful, a villa because a hotel room just won’t do. I can’t have you screaming out your pleasure where everyone can hear. Because I plan on giving you pleasure over and over again every night and every morning.”
His words had their intended effect. Soon, he was latex covered once more and Molly was sliding slowly down over him. She rode him painstakingly slow, and he thought for sure his head would pop off his shoulders. The excruciatingly wonderful torture had him appreciating and indulging in her body giving and taking the pleasure that they both freely expressed.
Soon they each called out their completions, and once more, he held Molly completely sated and completely sure of the emotions that were vibrating through his body.
They laid together, and Hunter was so close to turning out the light when Molly said, “I have to go.”
“Shit!”
“You know if I could stay I would,” she apologized sadly.
“I know.”
He stood helping her exit his bed, showing her physically how much he didn’t want her to leave. He walked her back through his house, retrieving her clothes as they went. By the time they reached his front door and she was fully clothed once more, he had the most forceful feeling to pick her up and carry her back upstairs.
She must have read his mind because she touched his still naked chest, placed a kiss there, and said, “I’m sorry.”
