Chapter 66
I was looking at a drawing of myself. It was a closeup of my face from an angle and I was looking out in the distance while resting my chin in my hand. Just the drawing itself was remarkable and the time it must have taken Hunter to add all the details made me humble. But what took my breath away was the use of soft pastels to enhance my features. It gave me a look of having a rainbow radiant aura and made the drawing ethereal, My blue eyes were almost lifelike
“Is this how you see me?” 1 1 asked once my brain started working again.
“Yeah. You are this being full of light and warmth,” he told me, looking embraced.
“But 1 look beautiful,” I said. Hunter gently caressed my cheek with his free hand.
“You are beautiful, Hana.” I looked away from the drawing and met Hunter’s eyes. I reached for him and drew him into a kiss. Hunter let his sketch pad fall to the floor as he took me in his arms. We kissed until we ran out of breath
“How are you feeling?” I asked between panted breaths.
“Feeling? Horny?” he answered, confused.
“No, you big idiot. I don’t need you to tell me that,” I giggled and pressed closer to him to let him know I could feel his full cock through his sleep pants and my oversized t–shirt. “How is your shoulder?”
“Never been better, I feel like new,” he told me and kissed me as his hands explored my body, I reluctantly pulled away
“I need an honest answer, Hunter,” I said.
“I’m fine, sweetness. A little stiff, but the pain is gone and it looks to be healing,” he told me in a softer tone. I searched his eyes for the truth and I couldn’t see any lies.
“Good,” I said and went back to kissing him as if my life depended on it. At that moment, it felt like it did. The fire building inside of me would consume me if I didn’t find an outlet. Kissing and touching Hunter and feeling his hands all over my body was the perfect outlet. Hunter tugged my t–shirt higher and let his hands And their way underneath it. When he cupped my breasts and started kneading them, I moaned and let my own hands run over his torso, enjoying the feeling of his muscles under my Engers
“Take off this thing. I need to taste your skin,” Hunter whispred in my car. I froze for a split second before I found my courage and took a hold of the hem to the 1- shirt. But Hunter had noticed and before I could pull it up, his hands covered mine. “What’s wrong, Hana?” he asked and kissed me.
“I just needed a moment, 1 told him.
“I don’t want to push you past your limits. You have let me see your gorgeous breasts before,” he said. His hands had found their way underneath my He skimmed my skin with the tips of his fingers, teasing me without demanding anything.
“It was different,” I said.
“Why? Help me understand.”
t–shirt again.
“Because I didn’t expose my back. Either my top was just lifted up, or I was laying on my back,” I told him. Hunter’s movements paused and one of his hands cupped my face.
“You don’t want me to see your back?” he asked.
“No. I have scars, they are old but they are ugly,” I told him. I didn’t want him to know, but he would find out sooner or later.
“Show me,” he said and kissed me. “I want to see all of you, every inch.” I hesitated. I could still hear Simon telling me how ugly my scars made me. How he needed me to keep them out of his sight and even that wasn’t good enough as he knew they were there. But I reminded myself that Hunter wasn’t like Simon. He had seen my emotional scars and he hadn’t called me defected or broken. If I could trust anyone to show them my physical scars it would be him. I took off my t–shirt and slowly turned around. Hunter’s hands moved up and down my arms to sooth me as he looked at my back. There were only two scars that covered it. One ran along the right side, from my shoulder blade to the top of my ass. The other one went across my back from my left shoulder blade to my waist on the right side. It could have been worse, much worse. But Wictor had made sure it only ever became two. The scars had faded and were barely noticeable to the touch. But they still were clearly visible as reddened stripes. Hunter’s fingers traced their path over my back and then his lips followed his fingers, placing gentle kisses along them. “You are beautiful, Hana. Your scars don’t change that,” hunter told me between kisses. He then twirled me around to face him. He took my hand in his and he ran my fingers over a scar a couple of inches long at his side. Then he used my fingers to trace another scar on his bicep, finally he gently placed my hand over the bandier that covered his injury. “I have plenty of scars, do they make me less desirable to you?” he asked. My eyes had followed the pattem he had drawn with my hand. across his body, but at his question, my eyes shot up to meet his
“No. Not at all,” I told him and traced another of his scars with my free hand. “They make you unique, they create a map of your body that is telling your story
Chapter 56
“As does yours,” he simply said and kissed me. He drew me into him and I could feel our skin connecting as our naked upper bodies pressed together. I only had my panties on and Hunter was still in his sleep pants. Hunter’s hands grabbed my ass and pushed my core flush with his body. I moaned and moved against him, feeling his cock straining to be let free. I ran my hand over Hunter’s abbs and into his pants. His cock was hard and hot as I wrapped my fingers around it. Hunter swore and pressed me closer. He kissed down my jaw and neck. My free hand pulled his head down so I could whisper in his ear.
“I want you, Hunter. I want all of y
“I can wait,” he told me,
This cock needs to be inside me,” I told him. This time it was Hunter that froze. He leaned back a little to look at me.
“I can’t. I have wanted this for so long and my fears have been messing with me. But this is you. You are Hunter. You accept me for who I am and you always put me first. I want to be with you, completely. And I know that if I tell you to go slow, you will. And if I ask you to move faster you will give me that as well. I just need you, Hunter,” I told him as 1 lazily continued to stroke him. He swore and kissed me as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. His hands slid under my panties and he massaged my ass.
“I need you so bad, sweetness, I’m afraid I will look like a teenager having his first go in the back seat. Take my limited stamina as a compliment just this once,” he said. I smiled at him and he kissed me again. He drew apart from me and I had to let go of him. He stripped naked and got in bed. As he stretched out on top of it he reached out a hand to me. “Lose the panties and come over here.” I have never stripped out of a pair of panties as quickly in my life. I took his hand and he pulled me to the bed. “I am yours, sweet, sweet Hana. Do what you will with me,” he told me and pulled me down for a kiss. The thought of him letting me be on top, to remain in control, almost pushed me over the edge, I could feel how wet I was, how much I needed his touch and his cock. I got onto the bed and straddled Hunter’s waist, Hunter’s eyes held fire as they traced over my naked body and his hands landed on my thighs. I felt brave and beautiful as I covered his hands with mine and moved them up my body. When they covered my breasts, Hunter took back control as he caressed me and pinched my nipples. I threw my head back and enjoyed his touch. My hips moved and I pressed myself down on Hunter’s stomach as I craved the friction.
“Hunter,” I sighed.
“What do you need, sweetness?” he asked in a dark voice and tugged on my nipples. I let myself fall forward and caught myself with my hands on either side of his head..
“I need you,” I whispered before I kissed him. Hunter’s one hand moved down and he got it in between our bodies. His fingers added pressure to the right spots, giving me better control over the stimulation. I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm, but I didn’t want it this way. “Condoms?” I asked, feeling myself blush. I had stopped taking birth control when I left Simon and despite my need for Hunter, I wasn’t about to lose control over my life again. Hunter’s free hand went to the bedside table and he opened the drawer as he tried to keep stimulating me. After some fumbling he pulled out a row of condoms and held it up to me. I kissed him and then ripped the top one off Hunter tossed the rest on the nightstand and took a hold of the back of my head and drew me in for a heated kiss.
“Only if you want to. You can stop anytime you want,” he told me as we drew apart.
“No stopping.” I told him. I started crawling backwards, down over his body. I placed kisses on my way and stopped to pay extra attention to his nipples. I heard him curse as I tugged on his left one with my teeth. I felt my confidence grow as I listened to the sounds of his pleasure. Soon I was face to face with his cock and I took a moment to admire it. Hunter had always been set on putting my pleasure before his own and even if he had let me touch him, he had kept it to the bare minimum. But now I was in control and I wanted to play.
