bEver /bAfter Awaits

    bChapter /bb61/b: La bPOV /b

    Today has been unexpected from start to finish.

    When Hunter brought me to this magical beach, my heart soared and soul settled. I’ve always been a massive fan of the ocean. Maybe there why Xavier’s scent draws me to him; it reminds me of one of my happy ces.

    Each moment since my feet sank into the soft beach sand has been magical; the delicious treats his mom helped him packb, /bthe various beveraged to quefich our thirst on this warm, breezy day, the walk along the shoreline with our feet sshing in the shallow waves, and even sitting with him on this rock white be held me.

    That’s why I had no hesitation when he started kissing me on the neck to turn to him and give in to the need I’ve had to be devoured by him.

    The fact that I instigated the kiss makes him pause for half a second before he holds me by the side of the head with his right hand while slipping his left hand around my back to pull me even closer into him. My hands fist into his t–shirt before one slips up to tangle in the hair at the back of his head.

    When my nails scrape against his scalp, the moan that pours into my mouth from his throat elicits a whimper from me, amping up my need to be closer to himb, /beven more.

    The space between our bodies bes too much for me, so I get to my knees, turnpletely towards him, and straddle his thighs. The look of pure lust in his eyes as I settle my core over his hardening cock, intensifies my own visceral need for him.

    Both his hands go to my ass and grabs onto its globes. He grips their pillowy flesh and pulls. The move causes bme /bto grind harder against him, band /bwe both groan in unison. The blissful feeling that shoots up my spine causes my eyes to roll back into my head.

    My beyes /bsnap back to his when he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” with an awed lustful look on his bface/b. Without breaking eye contact with him, bI /bnt my mouth against his again, the need to taste those words on his lips overwhelming me.

    He takes over the kiss as he holds me close, exploring my mouth as much as I’m discovering his. Digging my one hand’s fingers into his hair while the other finds purchase on his back, my lower body starts moving of its own ord.

    His body follows mine’s lead, and we find a synchronized rhythm that has us both panting with need as we study every inch of the other one’s body with bour /bhands. His right hand slides across my body to the front, and without any hesitation, he slips it beneath my shirt so bit /bcan bcup /bbmy /bbreast.

    His thumb starts stroking my aroused, peaked nipple, and the whimper of pleasure that escapes me has him smiling against my lips. “You like that, baby?b” /b

    The only answer that he gets from me is when I grind down harder against the strained zipper of his jeans. The friction against my cotton shorts is delicious, making me want more. More of this, more of him, and more of what he can do to me.

    His hand goes a step further by pulling my bra cup down so my heavy breast falls into his awaiting palm. They are more than a handful, even in his big, brawny hand. But Hunter doesn’t seem to mind judging by his following actions.

    During his ministrations with my bra cup, my shirt has ridden up toy across my corbones, so when he pulls bback /bfrom me somewhat, and looks down, he gets a perfect view of my creamy flesh as it’s nestled in his toughened hand.

    “Fuck, these are perfect,” he says as he stares at them for a second. Looking up at me again, he suddenly leans forward and sucks the nipple into his mouth, watching me intently for my reaction.

    The raw lust that emanates from him as we keep eye contact while he sucks, licks and nips at my sensitive peak, makes my body crave to be wholly imed by him.

    The intensity of our look bes too much for me, so I lean somewhat back to give him more room, tip my head back, close my beyes/b, and just enjoy the way he draws pleasure from my body.

    His other hand pulls my left breast from its confines, and he gives it just as much attention as the first. He goes back and forth between the two globes. Exploring the one with his mouth, while the other gets adored by his hand. And then he switches sides to start all over again as if he can do this ball /bbday/b.

    Not being able to keep my hands to myself anymore, I slide one slowly down over his sculpted peck, then trace his magnificent abs below that, and eventually reach for the button on his jeans. Popping it free, I go to slip my hand inside. I bneed /bto feel him, to wrap my hand around his warm, rigid bshaft/b, to drive him as crazy as he’s driving me.

    But before I can sneak my hand into his strained boxers, his one hand wraps around my wrist. My head immediately snaps up and locks eyes with him, bDid /bbf /b

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    do bsomething /bbwrong/bb? /bbDid /bbI /bunintentionally bhurt /bhim? Worse byet/bb, /bdoes he not wam this? These questione all fit bthrough /bmy head at I search indication bof /bwhy he bstopped /bme.

    Beautiful,” he says softly while still keeping his gentle grip on me, b“/bbAll /bthose doubts I see swirling in those stunning beyes/b? Forget about them abus

    Narrowing my eyes at him, I skeptically ask, “So why did you stop me thenb?/bb” /b

    “Because, when I get to explore your body inch by inch for the first time, while you discover mine in return, it’s not going to be on ba /bhard as fuck rock. bwhere /bboth of us are ufortable.”

    The bcheeky /bsmile on his face rxes me instantly, causing any and all doubts I had to disappear on the gentle sea breeze that’s cooling our heated skin.

    “bDeal/b,” I tell him, smiling softly as I look into his forest green beyes/b, appreciating him and his chivalry in that moment.

    As I start to pull away, he stops me. “Just because I don’t want us to take things further, doesn’t mean you’re allowed to move byet/bb,/b” he says mischievously.

    “Oh yeah? And what am bI /bsupposed to do then?” I challenge him, intrigued bto /bbsee /bwhere he’s going with this.

    “You, baby, are going to stay right here in myp, and allow me to bkiss /bbyou /bsenseless for at bleast /banother five to ten minutes,b” /bhe says matter–of–factly, bas /bif it’s a done deal.

    He straightens my bra and pulls down my shirt before I can give him a mock offended breply/bb, /brendering me speechless with his thoughtfulness. Then, looking at me as if I’m his whole world, he gently cups my face on both sides with his hands, slowly leans in and kisses me senseless for five to bten /bminutes, just like he said he would.

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