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Authors: W. Ferraro

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More than once on the journey as he walked through his living room toward the stairs leading to the upper level, he questioned whether they were truly going to make it all the way to his bed before he could no longer refrain from entering her sure to be decadent heat.

But he knew since he had no intention of letting her up from where they landed for the next several hours, he could at least ensure it was the most comfortable of surfaces.

They made it to the door of his room and rather than walk right in, he once again pressed her into the wall. He leaned his forehead against hers as he let her body slowly and excruciatingly slide down his until she touched the floor.

“Are you sure? Because once I start, I won’t stop.” He hoped his words wouldn’t scare her, but she needed to be completely aware of just how intense he intended to be.

Her large luminous eyes stared back and held strong as she hooked her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans. “I don’t want you to stop. I’ve waited for decades, too.”

Hunter placed his hand behind her head, grabbing her neck and kissing her with all he had. Truth was, intense was the only word that even came anywhere close to how he felt for her. Being with her made everything louder, everything brighter, everything stronger. His tongue dominated her mouth as her body instructed his libido.

Breaking away as they both panted for breath, he gave her one last chance to stop as he stared into her eyes.

He pushed open the door with a push of his fingers before bending down and hooking his arm behind her knees and sweeping her off her feet. They stared at each other as Hunter made short work of cutting the distance to his bed.

He kneeled, dipping the mattress down as he laid her gently in the middle of his bed. He didn’t follow her down; no, instead, he continued to kneel high as his eyes drank in the incredible sight in front of him. Her golden hair spread wide on his comforter, her made for sin body heaving with arousal, and excitement, covered only in the exceedingly small scraps of pink lace. She bent one knee upwards in a modesty pose displaying her perfect little purple painted toes.

His dick threatened to burst through his zipper.

“Are you ready, beautiful?” Hunter asked with a rasp in his voice to signal his own intense arousal.

“Yes,” Molly answered as she slowly extended her hand out to him.

When he joined their hands and entwined their fingers, she pulled gently, bringing him exactly where he wanted to be, covering her. Their bodies aligned and suddenly Hunter realized just how overdressed he was. With one-handed finesse, he reached over his shoulder, gripped the fabric of his t-shirt between his shoulder blades, and pulled up.

Molly assisted him in ridding himself of the material, and when skin met skin, they both let out a celebratory sigh.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Hunter whispered locking their gazes.

“Then take me,” she answered undoing the front clasp of her bra.

Hunter freed her from the restraining material and began to feast on her incredible skin again. Her nipples were so stiff; they could easily cut through glass. His mouth lavished each point all the while breathing in each of her invigorating sounds. Her body arched in response and his masculine pride took notice. Moving from one breast to the other, giving each unrestrained attention, Hunter’s hands glided downward to the edge of her panties, where his fingers dipped inside.

Molly cradled her legs, so he rested between them. Hunter smiled when he felt her moisture pressing into his lower abdomen.

“I want to taste you.”

“Oh God,” Molly crooned.

Taking his time, he tasted and nuzzled the skin between his previous delicacies to his next intention. When his tongue reached her navel, he dipped inside, enjoying the slightly salty taste that began to take over her skin.

When he finally decided to stop teasing them both, he allowed his lips to tug on the band of her panties, enjoying the moan that resonated from Molly’s lips. With the assistance of his eager fingers, Molly was quickly deprived of her panties. Hunter brought his nose to her center and inhaled deeply.

“Your scent should be against nature,” Hunter said, as he looked up over her beautiful spread out form. But Molly wasn’t looking at him, her head was thrown back in anticipation.

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 slightest 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.

 

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