The bed creaked with rustic charm making Angel giggle.
"Everyone's going to hear us," she whispered loudly, staring over her shoulder at Hunter whose hard body was pounding into hers. "They're going to know what we're doing."
"And be all kinds of jealous," Hunter said, his hands gripping her hips, holding her wiggling body still for his possession. He slapped one large hand down on one creamy ass cheek just hard enough to sting, laughing as she yelped. "Hold still, love."
This was their third position of the night, starting when Angel woke him with his cock in her mouth. The feeling of that wet, hot suction sucking him inside had him growling in pleasure, his hands going to her head to steady her movements, drawing her to him even tighter.
He'd taken the torturous play for as long as he could, knowing she was becoming excited by her whimpers that escaped around his hard shaft.
Then he'd yanked her towards him, his mouth finding hers, holding her by the waist and pushing his cock into her tight pussy, groaning with her as he filled her.
Hunter had helped her sit up, drawing her down further on his hard shaft, filling his hands with the heavy mounds of her breasts. He teased her nipples, kneaded her firm flesh, all the while watching with heavy lidded eyes as she rode his loins.
She was so beautiful like that; her red hair cascading around her firm, pale skin, head tossed back, her lips parted. Her eyes were green gems that sparkled with the joy of making love with him, of seeing his own pleasure reflected back to her. He couldn't believe she was his, didn't dare hope that things would be all right in the end, which added a dimension of desperate longing to their lovemaking to make each stroke of his cock all that more intense.
He rolled with her, pushing her to her back, his body slipping down over hers. He pulled from her body, leaving her aching and unfulfilled, her hands grasping at him to try to force him back. "Not yet, baby," he growled, coming to his knees between her parted thighs.
"What are you doing?" she groaned, reaching for him.
He licked his lips. "I missed dessert," he said, winking at her.
His head dipped, his lips finding just the edge of her slit, his tongue sneaking through the fine spattering of curls and into the wet heat of her sex. He heard her groan again, felt her hips jerk as he swiped his tongue through that heat, tasting the sweet muskiness of her essence.
His tongue parted the sleek, wet folds inside, tracing over them, pulling her thin inner lips into his mouth and sucking on them gently. He teased her with soft flicks of his tongue, tiny nips from his strong, white teeth until she was a writhing mass beneath him.
Her clit stood proud, the tiny button as hard as his cock, eager for the lashing of his tongue. He gave her what she wanted, suckling that tiny bud into his mouth.
Angel cried out, his name wrung from her lips as he wrung tore infinite tides of pleasure from her body with his talented mouth. He used his fingers, pushing deep inside of her, feeling the quiver of those soft supple muscles around him. Hunter loved that she was so responsive, that her body seemed to craved his like he hungered after her.
He loved the small sound she made, the gasp and then groan that came from her as her orgasm took her. He loved the sweet smell of her pussy, the soft curls that covered her mons, red curls that matched the hair on her head.
He loved the sight of her breasts, how they quivered and jiggled when he was inside of her, thrusting into her, how her nipples would tighten until they were twin peaks, how her back arched when he drew one deep in his mouth, laving the tender tip with his tongue until she would cry out his name.
He loved her.
He felt her body buck under his restraining hands, felt the quiver of the tender flesh of her sex an instant before her juices flooded from her body.
He lapped at them, exploring every fold and dip, until she begged him to stop.
Then he rose up over her, taking her body once more, slowly, kissing her and letting her taste herself upon his lips. He pushed into her, loving her slowly as if he had all the time in the world, long thrusts that took her from the edge of contentment and sent her body soaring towards pleasure once more.
Only when her nails dug into his back did he speed up his strokes, finally pulling from her and drawing her to her knees, taking her from behind. His possession was quick, his cock eager for the heat of her body, the sweetness of her velvety channel.
She squirmed more, pushing back on his cock. "You feel so wonderful, Hunter," she moaned, rubbing against him.
His hand went to her shoulder, his body bent over hers. He thrust inside of her, her heat and wetness drawing him in. With his other hand, he stroked down her back, his fingers slipping between the sweet cheeks of her ass, rubbing over the puckered rosette and making her squeak even as she rose against his finger.
"You're so beautiful, baby," he groaned, seeing her head turn to look at him from over her shoulder. It was a smoldering look, one filled with both lust and love. "I love you," he moaned, feeling her body tighten again, knowing that her convulsions around his cock would be too much to withstand.
He didn't try, instead throwing back his head, his teeth gritting together to hold back the shout that wanted to erupt as his cock jerked inside of her, his seed filling her, bathing the inside of her slick channel with heat. She ground against him, wringing every last bit of sensation from him until he couldn't breath and didn't care if he did again as long as he could stay here with her.
Angel collapsed onto the four-poster bed, her body stunned by what he'd done to her, the pleasure that had wracked her system, overloading her body until she could do nothing but feel. She felt his chest against her back, his body pressing her into the soft mattress, surrounding her with him.
"I wish we could stay here forever," she panted, turning her head and finding his mouth with hers.
He kissed her slowly, lifting himself up so that she could turn over under him, her arms coming around his big body, holding him, stroking over his skin. He broke the kiss, rolling to his side, his hand sliding down from her throat and over her breasts to rest against her slim stomach.
Angel's heart leapt into her throat and she couldn't help but steal a glance at him from under her lashes. He was looking at her stomach, at his hand lying there, where their baby grew. Did he know?
His face was pensive, his eyes on the sweet contrast of his darker skin against the soft expanse of her stomach. "Angel," he began, his voice serious. "I need to ask something of you."
"What?" she whispered, her mouth dry. Would she tell him the truth knowing it would keep her from going with them tomorrow?
He hesitated, long tense seconds, making her squirm inside. "Stay out of the cave tomorrow, Angel." He looked up and into her eyes, his hand rising to her cheek. "Stay at the campgrounds and let me handle this. I need to know you're safe."
Relief made her weak and she hid the exhale of relief with a long sigh.
"Hunter, we already discussed this today. You know it's going to take two of us to get to that cave and Brandon can't do it."