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Rachel blinks up at me, her eyes widening in surprise while I gaze down at her. I know we probably shouldn’t be doing this. She just got out of the hospital, but it’s been so long since I’ve had her. I don’t even know if she’s in the mood for…anything, really. She’s probably exhausted. She may just want to cuddle and talk, but I can’t help it. I have her all to myself and she looks so beautiful.
I’m surprised when Rachel rests her mug on the counter and even more surprised when she strokes my chest with her palm. “What exactly do you have in mind?” she whispers while going up on her tiptoes.
“Whatever you want,” I breathe, pressing my forehead into hers.
Rachel grimaces. “I can’t really…do much. I’m still kinda sore around that area.”
“I’ll be gentle,” I say while draping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “So very gentle.”
“I-I mean,” Rachel stutters. I watch her bite her lip. She looks so cute, gazing up at me with both lust and worry. Her hand slides up my front and I lean into her touch as she cups my cheek. “I can’t do…anything penetrative right now. You-you understand?”
I smile slowly and kiss the palm of her hand, my eyes never leaving hers. I love the way her breath hitches, the way she presses into me. My cock twitches as she releases a slow, shuddering breath.
“I understand,” I say between kisses. “I understand completely.”
I release her hand and my lips are suddenly on hers. I don’t know if it’s her or me who moves first, but suddenly it doesn’t matter as I kiss her deeply, her moans filling my ears. It’s been entirely too long since I had her. My cock leaks as I feel her tongue pushing against mine. A growl escapes me, and I pull her close. My hands run up and down her back. I tug at her sweater and her arms lift, allowing me to pull the foul contraption over her head and toss it onto the kitchen floor. Her mouth claims mine again and a shudder ripples down my spine as she begins undoing my belt.
When she her hand grabs me through my boxers it takes everything within me not to grab her and throw her down on the floor right then and there. I bite back a growl and push her into the counter, a need growing inside me like fire. My mouth wrenches away from her. Gasps fill the air, coming from us both. I stare down at her, taking in her swollen lips, her tousled hair, the way she stares longingly back at me. Her hands slip into my boxers and a soft moan escapes my lips. Her lips twitch into a mischievous smirk.
“Do you like that, Hunter?” she whispers teasingly while her hand wraps around my shaft.
“Yeah,” I breath.
She pumps me slowly. I try to claim her lips once more, but she dodges me with a taunting giggle. “Are you sure?” she asks before brushing her lips along my jaw.
“Very.”
Rachel sticks out her bottom lip. “You don’t seem so sure.”
I grab her, earning a squeal as I lift her onto the counter. Her hand slides away from my dick as my mouth connects with the tops of her breasts, which are bulging out of her bra. I nip at them gently, earning a shudder from her.
“Hunter,” she breathes as I kiss and suck the tops of her breasts. Her hands run through my hair, tugging lightly when my teeth graze against her skin. “Don’t stop.”
I don’t plan to. I stroke her thighs, feeling the smooth fabric of her leggings brushing my palms. She arches into me, her hands cradling me to her breasts. I wrench her leggings down. Rachel shifts under me, making my task easier. Briefly, I pull away from her to see exactly what is happening. Rachel tugs on her panties and I wrench both her underwear and leggings down her legs, hearing them plop on the ground.
We stare at each other. Me, hovering above her, gasping for breath while she leans back against the cabinet behind her. Her legs part for me. Slowly, I kneel before her, my hands pushing her thighs wider.
“Hunter,” she whispers shakily, her tone sounding as if she’s begging for me.
I start with her inner thigh, brushing my lips on her sensitive skin. She trembles with the little touch. Obviously it’s been a long time for her as well. I knead her thighs with my fingers, massaging her while I kiss and suck my way toward her pussy. I love the way she whimpers for me.
Rachel stills when I breathe on her curls, my mouth hovering just near her entrance. I chance a glance up, my heart stalling when I meet her gaze. Her lips are parted. Her eyes are glazed, filled with lust. She’s staring at me like I’m the world. I want to make her feel so good. I want her to keep wanting me—to keep coming back for more.
My tongue circles her clit, and I watch her head tilt back. Her hands grip the counter. She gasps as I lick her, slowly, lightly. I don’t want to apply too much pressure. Not yet. I want her begging for it. I want her screaming my name.
Well, maybe not screaming. I don’t want Lucas and Seth to come running downstairs and butting in. Not when I finally have Rachel all to myself. Her whimpers heighten when I enter a finger inside. My cock twitches at how wet and tight she is for me. I go carefully. I know she had a c-section, but she’s probably sore. I don’t dare look at her stitches, worried she will feel self-conscious about the mark. She will always look beautiful to me.
She digs her fingers into my scalp.
My whole body tingles with desire at how desperate she is for me. “Hunter,” she repeats over and over again as I lick her clit and fuck her pussy. She’s getting close. I know it. My cock leaks with need as her voice grows louder.
“Hunter!”
But I’m not ready for her to come, yet. I wrench myself away from her. She attempts to drag me back, but I bat her hands away from me. “Huh?” Rachel gasps, her gaze a mixture of anger, confusion, and lust.
“Not yet,” I say with a wicked smile before taking her into my arms and carrying her to the living room bridal style.
“What do you mean, ‘not yet’?” Rachel asks, anger tinging her voice while she pokes my shoulder.
