Page 61 of Plus-Size Bullied Mate

Chapter 23 - Tessa

There’s something so different about the way Hunter kisses me now, as if something has finally been freed inside him, and he’s not stopping now.

He made quick work of my clothes while his lips mapped every reachable inch, and now, he’s guiding me back to the bed. Carefully, he lowers me down once I nearly run into the mattress, but he doesn’t let me go far before he kisses my neck like he can’t get enough.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, voice already rough while he slots himself between my legs and pulls his shirt up before tossing it aside. He’s immediately moving down to my collarbone, hands almost shaking from holding himself back. “… How badly I need you. How much I’ve been needing you.”

I shiver both from his words and the way he keeps going, leaving his affections against my chest, then my stomach.

Emboldened by the way he dedicates himself to feeling and kissing every inch of my body, I hum and let my head drop back against the pillows. “Then show me…”

Hunter growls lowly at the invitation wrapped in a taunt, and he slides down until his lips find my inner thighs, and he gently nips at me in reprimand. “By the time I’m done, you won’t need to question anything.”

Already working to prove himself, he finds my apex and flicks his tongue out to taste me.

When my breath catches, and I grab the sheets, he hums against me, more than satisfied to make me react in any way possible.

His hands wrap around my thighs more thoroughly, and he takes his time exploring me all over again, pinning me in place despite how much I squirm already.

“Hunter—” I gasp, head tipping back when he laps at me, so focused on giving me his complete attention.

He muffles a moan against me and adds his fingers, idly rubbing them against my heat before gently sliding one in. “You sound so needy already, and I’ve barely started.”

Warmth spreads through my cheeks at that, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Instead, I bite back my sounds and writhe even more, letting my fingers find his hair.

I try to stay quiet given the other people in the house tonight, but when I do, Hunter huffs in faint irritation before lightly biting my thigh again, making me jolt.

“Don’t hide your sounds from me. Let me hear you.”

The slight command in his words catches a specific interest in me that immediately makes me want to obey, but I hesitate.

“What about the others?”

“They won’t hear you… not with this thunder and rain,” Hunter tells me, so sure of it while he leaves more kisses against my skin, pulling me a bit closer.

The storm has mostly been background noise up to this point, but when he teases my clit again and moves his fingers, my next moan leaves me faster than I can try to stop it, but a crash of thunder conceals it anyway.

Well aware of how hard the rain is still coming down, I find it helps loosen my inhibitions, and I give up trying to keep quiet.

The next sound he elicits from me causes Hunter to groan against me, then he starts working me over like he won’t be satisfied until I’m a complete mess for him. I believe it too.

“Perfect…” he murmurs, focusing so hard on feasting on me that he doesn’t care about whatever noises he makes in the process. He hums. “You sound incredible.”

His praise does all the right things to me, and I soak it in while I feel every second of his dedication. It’s dizzying how concentrated he is on me, wanting nothing more than to push me over the edge.

Eventually, the heat in my lower stomach gets far too hot to ignore, and every point of stimulation hits me at once.

I arch from the bed and grip the sheets tighter while the euphoria and shock rip through me the moment the pressure releases. A more desperate sound escapes me while I reach the precipice, fingers gripping his hair tightly.

Hunter sounds far too satisfied, almost like his pleasure is directly linked to mine, and he’s just as greedy as I am. He coaxes me through it, prolonging every sensation until I squirm when it becomes too much.

Immediately, he eases up, pressing soft kisses to my thighs in between panted breaths.

My head feels like it’s full of fuzz while I come back down again, sinking into reality with lighter limbs now.

My heart still pounds, but it’s like I return to baseline, not feeling as ravenous, yet wanting more of him anyway.