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I come undone beneath his mouth, waves of pleasure crashing over me. My back arches off the couch as I ride out my orgasm, Hunter's name a breathless mantra on my lips. He doesn't let up, drawing out every tremor until I'm boneless and panting.
As I catch my breath, Hunter kisses his way back up my body. His lips find mine again, and I taste myself on his tongue. It's intoxicating.
"You're incredible," he murmurs against my lips.
I reach for the waistband of his pants, eager to return the favor, but he catches my wrist gently.
"Not yet," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want to savor every moment of this."
He captures my lips again, the kiss deep and passionate. His hands roam my body, re-igniting the fire in my veins. I arch into his touch.
Moment after blissful moments pass where all of me is absorbed with everything his lips and fingertips offer, where every cell of my body cries out in ecstasy.
Then he breaks our kiss and stands, his hands going to the waist of his jeans. I watch, mouth open, as he strips for me, the rippling form of his muscular body making me moan.
He stands, and his eyes run over me. “Perfect,” he whispers.
My cheeks color, and I lick my lips. I’m ready, but I can’t forget who I am or what I do for a living.
“Before we… Are you…” Even though I know what I want to ask, my tongue can hardly form words.
Hunter chuckles and nods. “Clean. You?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m on the… the… thing.”
What kind of pharmacist can’t even say the word ‘pill?’
This one, apparently.
To cover my embarrassment at being unable to say the one of the core, basic nouns that forms part of the foundation of my occupation, I reach for his cock and take it into my mouth. He can’t ask me what I meant to say if he’s too busy moaning while I’m swallowing his dick.
It’s a gamble, but it works.
“Oh fuck, Emily,” he moans, the sound coming deep and low in his chest, a guttural noise that makes me even wetter.
Hunter's fingers tangle in my hair as I take him deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. I look up, meeting his eyes, and the raw desire I see there sends a shiver through me. His hips thrust gently, matching the rhythm I've set.
"God, Emily," he groans. "Your mouth feels amazing."
I hum in response; the vibration making him shudder. His grip on my hair tightens, guiding me as I work him with lips and tongue. I can feel him getting close, his breathing ragged, muscles tense.
Suddenly, he pulls away. Before I can protest, he's lifting me up, spinning us so I'm on my back on the couch. He hovers over me, eyes dark with lust.
"I need to be inside you," he growls.
"Yes," I breathe. "Please, fuck me, Hunter."
He enters me slowly, both of us savoring every inch. I gasp at the stretch, the fullness. When he's fully inside, he pauses, giving me time to adjust.
"You OK?" he asks, voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I nod, wrapping my legs behind his back. I’m grateful for the moment — he’s bigger by far than anyone else I’ve ever been with — but I want all of him.
“Yes," I breathe. "Please, Hunter. I need you."
