Chapter 69: Hunter POV
Layla surprises the shit out of me when the ignores my words, gets op from the bed, and starts undressing in Siend of my
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She removes het boodie first, then the tight fitting T–shirt she has on underneath it. Her jeans follow the rest of her clothes an obe pride the batter mout slides them down her hips. Hips that were made to be worshipped on the hour, every hout.
“Beautiful…” I hedge as I’m staring in awe at her gloriously naked flesh as she stands before me in only her lary black anderwear
My intention is to make it clear to her that we don’t need to do anything tonight. That, after a long day for both of us. Pl Se content to fall leep with her in my arms.
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But she blows all my good, gentlemanly intentions out of the water when she steps up to me, her luscious breasts encased in her simple yet brushing against my chest. My breath hitches, and you’d swear I was a teenage boy seeing his first pair of naked breasts, by the way my body reas instantly.
“Hunter,” she starts as she peers up at me from underneath her lashes, “Show me.”
Fuck! How do I deny such a simple, yet impactful request? I’d have to be body–snatched by aliens, that’s how.
Cupping the side of her face in my right hand, I soften my tone and lock eyes with her, “Are you sure, Beautiful? We don’t have to do this tonight.”
Shut up, Hunter. Stop trying to talk her out of this. Why do you always have to be such a fucking boy scout?
Layla leans onto her tiptoes, her lips so close to mine that I can feel her words against my lips as she says, “I want to, please.”
And that’s the final nail in the coffin of my restraint. If she knew what the word ‘please‘ coming from her sinful mouth does to me, she’d have everything m the world, and I’d be a pussy whipped love–sick puppy who would never say no to her.
I grab a pillow from against my headboard, take her hand, and then lead her to the foot of the bed. Once there, I back up until the back of my knees bo against its edge. I sit down and spread my legs before dropping the pillow on the floor between them. If my woman is going to give me her first handjob of blowjob, she will not be uncomfortable while doing so.
With my other hand, which is still holding onto hers, I pull her closer to me so she’s also standing between my legs, effectively looking down at me as t stare up into her beautiful amber eyes. The pull between us is as natural as the sun’s setting, with our bodies instinctively leaning into each other so we can share a deep, sensuous, soul–destroying kiss.
Her taste reminds me of ripe strawberries dipped in sweetened whipped cream. It’s fast becoming my all–time favorite flavor.
My hands have drifted to the backs of her thighs, kneading its plump flesh that I can’t wait to wrap around my head one day soon. As my hands start moving up to just below the globes of her ass, a soft groan escapes her that has my hardening cock standing to its full attention inside my jeans.
Her hands, which have been resting on my shoulder until now, slide down my back, her nails scraping as she goes, until she gets to the hem of my t–shirt Bunching it in her hands, she starts pulling it up, making her intentions clear that she wants me just as naked as she is. I have no qualms in indulging her in that regard.
Quickly breaking our kiss so she can slip the shirt over my head, our mouths find each other’s almost immediately – as if we can’t stomach being apart for too long. My shirt gets dropped somewhere behind me on the bed as she kisses me like I’m her salvation and damnation all rolled into one. Het tongue dancing with mine has me squirming as I grab onto her ass, pulling her even closer to me, needing as much of her skin against mine as possible.
My hands slip beneath her panties‘ seams, so they are now underneath the lacy material and in full contact with her fleshy checks. I dig my fingers in somewhat with an intensity that tells her that she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.
We kiss, we caress, we moan, we explore, and we grind against each other to the point that think my dick might fall off if I don’t at least get it out of the confines of my tight jeans. Layla must sense my rising need for some kind of relief, because in the next instant, she breaks our kiss, but doesn’t go far.
While slowly lowering herself onto her knees on the pillow I placed down for her, she trails soft, gentle kisses along my jaw. Then, down my neck, where she, in a surprising move, licks my Adam’s apple, making me groan at the feel of her tongue tasting me there. She can definitely do that to me again. Whenever and wherever she wants. Because, fuck me, it’s sexy.
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Swirling her tongue inside my belly button, making my abs contract, her hands disappear to my jeans warhad, whom the open. The sound of the zipper being dragged down is like music to my ears, because I know relief from the ‘s at within reach. I’ve never been this worked up before, and I can only attribute it to it being because of her.
When she grabs the flaps of my jeans and starts pulling them open and down, I lift my hips to make it easier for her to ch tugs, we completely get rid of my pants, and she throws them behind her without a care, making me chuckle dis
Her gaze is locked onto the considerable bulge that’s tenting my boxer briefs, and for a split second, I think the the ho my size. I’m not the largest of the four guys living in this house, but I’m not the smallest either. But for someone with a reperi personal with a man’s ‘package‘, I wouldn’t blame her if she pressed pause right now, and wanted to work up to handling my
But when she licks her lips while staring at my crotch, and then brings her hand up to cup it over the material, giving it a tentat my restraint that was already hanging on by a thread, completely snaps.
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