His Every Touch (For His Pleasure, Book 8) (4 page)

He was thrusting against her, and his hips were grinding into hers. Kallie smiled, loving the way he felt even with their clothes on. She couldn’t imagine what he was going to do to her when the finally got their clothes off. And she couldn’t wait to find out.

His hands moved from her face, caressing down the front of her dress, stopping at her breasts. And then his hands continued to travel down until he reached her bare legs, after which he slid up her thighs, under her dress.

She gasped as he found her panties and expertly slid them down her thighs, down past her ankles and feet. He tossed them to the floor.

“Now you’re ready and open for me,” he told her.

Kallie’s breathing was deep and heavy as he used his hands to open her legs once more for him. This time when he slid against her, she was bare. She could feel the roughness of his pants directly against her skin. “Hunter, I need you,” she moaned.

He unzipped himself and took out his thick, erect cock. She looked at it, still amazed by his size—especially his girth. He was huge. “Do you want to watch me go inside?” he asked.

She nodded, her mouth open, expectant. “Yes, please.”

“Good.” He hiked her dress up to her stomach so that she could crane her neck and easily watch him insert himself.

Hunter leaned over her outstretched legs and placed the head of his cock against the wet opening of her pussy. He started to vigorously rub the head of his manhood around her slick slit.

She gasped and shuddered as he pressured her folds to part for him. “That feels good,” she said. The pressure was building now, in a pleasurable way as he slowly increased the force against her.

He was starting to penetrate her now, and as Kallie watched, he slipped inside her.

She threw her head back and moaned again, ecstasy rippling through her as he pushed past her folds.

“God, you are so wet and tight right now,” he told her. “I can barely get into you.”

Kallie couldn’t take it. She wanted him—needed him so badly. She grabbed onto his buttocks and pulled him closer, his shaft sliding further into her hollow.

He groaned and his body shuddered along with her own.

Hunter was looking in her eyes and she was able to look back at him, unafraid. In fact, she started to smile. She could see very clearly that Hunter cared deeply for her.

There was no way he would go through all of this effort and trouble simply to have sex with her.

A man like Hunter could have plenty of women and not have to put in much effort at all to do so.

This was about more than simply a sexual conquest, she realized.

The feeling this realization gave her was much better and stronger than any orgasm.

“Kallie, I want to be with you,” he whispered.

“You are with me,” she said.

“I’ll always take care of you. Always.”

“Yes,” she moaned, pulling him even closer.

“I’m all the way inside,” he said, his voice low. “Do you feel that?”

She nodded. “I do feel it.”

He slowly began withdrawing, but then just before he was all the way out of her, he plunged the entire length of himself back into her tunnel again. He did this four or five times, and each time it drove Kallie to the brink of madness—that’s how good it felt.

She was crying out, her body writhing beneath his strong grasp. He was kissing her again, as his hips pumped up and down, and his long, thick cock pushed in and out of her most private place. He was filling her and then emptying her again, but each time he thrust back inside, the tension went up another notch.

“I’m going to come,” she told him.

His lips kissed her all the harder and his hips worked more feverishly and diligently against her.

Everything was wet now. She was soaking the both of them with her juices.

Kallie didn’t know she even had this much in her, but it was coming out now, and he was bringing it out of her.

She clawed his back as he worked away at her, drilling further down, bound and determined to hit the right spot.

Suddenly, Kallie was moaning and her every cell was crying out with pure bliss.

“I’m coming,” she cried out, unable to control any of it. He kissed her as she came, as her tunnel constricted and released in rapid succession and she felt the veil drop between them.

This was everything, she thought. This was pure soul connection. There was no other way Hunter could have taken her to such a heavenly place. He’d guided her here through his touch, and now she was basking in the moment. It felt like fifty orgasms wrapped in one beautiful big one—and she never wanted it to end.

But finally, after one more shuddering climax, it did end. She was panting, completely destroyed. Everything was loose and relaxed and sweaty. “That felt so good,” she told him.

Hunter caressed her cheek. “I always want to make you feel this way.”

She smiled at him again. “You’re kind of amazing,” she said.

“No I’m not.” His eyes changed, then. He slid out of her and rolled onto his back.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, turning to watch him.

He sat up and pulled his pants off, and his boxers along with them. And then he took his shirt off. “Come on, take that dress off,” he said firmly.

Kallie didn’t think to further question his sudden turn of mood. She pulled her dress over her head and then gently dropped it off the edge of the bed.

“Your bra too,” he told her.

She unsnapped her bra, aware of his eyes being trained on her, watching her every movement.

“Get on all fours, Kallie.”

She looked at him to gauge his expression. His dark eyes were intense, boring into her, and she had to look away. Hesitantly, she got on her hands and knees on the bed.

Hunter stirred nearby. “I’m going to fuck you now, Kallie. Really fuck you. I’m going to show you how amazing I am.” His voice was suddenly darker, full of an intensity that Kallie couldn’t really understand. Was he angry with her for saying that he was amazing?

She didn’t know. All she knew was that his hands were firmly planted on her hips and he was adjusting himself so that he could enter her from behind. The whole thing felt very primal, exciting in a way that it hadn’t felt a moment ago.

Instead of feeling like she was being made love to, Hunter was making her feel like she was being fucked.

As he pushed inside her this time, Kallie groaned with pleasure. It still was just as good. The truth was that she loved it when he fucked her this way. She liked it when his animal side came out and he had his way with her.

Besides, she’d seen the look in his eyes before. She knew that Hunter was truly interested in her as a person—she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this wasn’t just some complicated version of a booty call.

His shaft penetrated her to the core and she cried out. His hands held her hips all the more firmly, rocking her against him as he pounded up against her.

Hunter was rhythmically pounding his hips into her ass, shaking her buttocks with the force of it. His shaft split her open, almost but not quite painfully, as he slid in and out, pounding—pounding—pounding.

The sweat was pouring off them both now.

“Oh God,” Hunter moaned, his voice raspy with desire. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling it as he smashed against her backside.

She was so wet now, just as wet as before. Her breath came in tiny gasps as she felt his enormous cock barrel through her tunnel like a train, over and over again. The rhythm of it was both hypnotic and sensual. She was opening for him, wanting him to go even harder if that’s what he desired.

She loved the way he pulled her hair, his hands controlling her with effortless force and will. He was so strong and so wild, yet there was tenderness underneath it all.

Kallie never felt that Hunter was crossing the line and trying to hurt her or even be rough with her just for the sake of being rough.

It seemed as though his rough handling of her was his way of showing his desire, his need, his passion for her all at once.

“I can’t stand how good you feel,” he rasped.

A few more incredible, blissful pumps of his hips and then he was pulling out.

A moment later, he was pulling her to her feet. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s have a shower. Together.”

Kallie was suddenly anxious. Taking a shower together somehow felt more intimate than sex, even. It was something real couples did—married ones. It seemed more like something Nicole and Red would do.

But of course she wouldn’t refuse him—couldn’t refuse him anything. She would place herself in his hands and believe that he knew what was best.

So Kallie let Hunter drag her to the bathroom, where he ran the shower. She couldn’t help but stare at his perfect physique as he waited casually for the water to heat.

His thighs were like those of a professional athlete—thick and sinewy. He looked like he could ride a bike for hours on end without tiring in the least.

Those thighs probably helped him fuck you like a wild animal a few minutes ago, she thought, and then tried not to laugh.

Hunter caught her smirking.

“What?” he said, a grin forming at his mouth to match hers. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” she said. But she was still staring at his body. Those abs, those pecs, every part of him was muscular and toned and tight. Even his cock was perfect, she thought. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with him.

When she looked up to his eyes, she saw he was looking at her in much the same way. His eyes were ferociously hungry. Was it possible, she thought, that Hunter felt that way when he looked at her?

Kallie never considered herself a great beauty, and she’d never been told that she was one, either. Living with so many boys, she had done boyish things her whole life.

Most of her friends growing up had even been boys, and they’d treated her like anyone else.

As such, she’d never had any sense of feeling pretty, beautiful, feminine. She was just Kallie Young. Sean’s little sister. She was the little wisp of a girl who didn’t mind playing in the mud or throwing a baseball.

She’d never been a total tomboy, hadn’t been quite athletic enough to fit the bill, and as she’d gotten older, her interests had changed to things more typical of a teenage girl.

But in all her life, no one had ever made her feel sexy.

Until now, that is.

Hunter was looking at her with so much heat, his eyes were practically burning holes in her skin. She could feel him, she could sense the urgency of his wanting. It was beyond sex, she thought, because they’d only just finished having sex.

No, what Hunter wanted from her was something psychic, something powerful beyond the physical realm. Hunter wanted her body and soul, he wanted to possess everything.

He stepped into the steamy shower first, and then he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside with him.

The water splashed across their bodies, leaving watery beads everywhere on their skin. The steam was fogging up the bathroom and making them even slicker. Hunter pulled Kallie close to him and began kissing her passionately as the water sprayed and sprayed.

She was getting turned on again—impossible and yet it was happening. And even more strangely, she could feel Hunter becoming erect again as they kissed. She reached down and started to stroke his enormous shaft.

His lips hungrily kissed her lips, his tongue dove into her mouth. He tasted minty and also manly.

“You taste so good, Kallie,” he said, echoing her thoughts about him.

And then he picked up off the floor of the shower and pushed her back against the wall. He was still kissing her as he pushed his stiff cock into her slit, penetrating her with startling ease.

She hadn’t realized how wet she was until his huge shaft slid right inside with almost no effort.

She relaxed against the wall behind her, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles just above his buttocks.

Hunter slowly made love to her like that, his hips working against hers, his stomach and chest flat against hers. He was all the way inside her now, not really pumping in and out, but more of a side-to-side, swinging motion that was hitting her in new places.

Her stomach was tightening with expectation as the sensations in her lower parts continued to build and build.

Hunter was so strong, her held her up effortlessly, his body working its magic on hers as she came closer and closer to finishing yet again.

The pounding of the water against their bodies and the wall, the pounding of Hunter’s body into Kallie’s body, the sounds of her wet skin slapping against the wall. It was so sensual and exciting for Kallie that she was starting to lose herself once more.

She’d felt this way only a very few times with Hunter, times when he’d turned her on to the point where she lost all sense of who and where she was. Times when she stopped caring about being good or proper or pleasing anybody but herself.

Now was just one of those times. She climaxed with an a primal scream of elation as Hunter fucked her against the shower wall, his mouth on her neck, his hands grabbing her thighs as she pulled him even tighter with her legs.

“I’m going to come too,” he gasped. She climbed off his body and took his whole cock into her mouth—or at least most of it—he was too big to take everything at once.

She sucked as he came, his entire body going stiff, the cords in his arms and legs standing out as he moaned.

“The shower’s cold,” he said, laughing as she stood up and hugged him.

“I don’t care,” she told him. “Really, I don’t.”

***

Despite the coolness of the water, they did manage to finish washing up (Hunter got out first, and Kallie took an extra minute since the cold water actually felt exhilarating). Kallie put on one of the soft, white bathrobes that Hunter had offered her previously. Hunter put on a fresh pair of silk boxers and nothing else, which was just fine with her.

They went back and lay down on the bed together, and Hunter began massaging Kallie’s feet as they sprawled diagonally across the mattress.

She thought to herself that she’d never seen Hunter appear so relaxed before. His whole demeanor had changed. He was smiling, laughing, joking around without much of the darkness that she was accustomed to sensing in him.