Page 152 of Reverie
Hunter palms both of my breasts, covering my nipples when Jami lands upon us. She stumbles and gapes at my nakedness; I blush and raise my chin, channeling every ounce of confidence I have in my body.
“Sit,” he bites out, directing his words at Jami. Part of me wants to hide, but instead, I force myself to stare her down.
Yeah, bitch. Sit down.
Jami lowers herself to the seat Hunter used across from us, and I raise an eyebrow when she primly places her hands on her knees.
“Don’t move from this position, Winter,” he murmurs in my ear. I drop my head against his shoulder.
With aching slowness, he runs his hands over my nipples, bringing his arms up to cradle my jaw from where he sits behind me. In this position, his forearms cover the tips of my breasts, so only the sides of my cleavage show around his muscular limbs.His hands are gentle on my face, and he doesn’t have to exert much pressure to get me to turn toward him.
“You still trust me?” he whispers against my lips.
I nod so hard that I feel a lock of my hair fall from my bun.
“I need the words, baby,” he says in the same low tone.
“Yes,” I choke out. “I still trust you.”
I feel the movement of his lips when he smiles. “Good.”
In a smooth movement, he puts his knee between my slightly spread legs and parts them wide.
I’m so shocked at the move that I can’t protest when he reaches down and rips my panties in two. Now, with my skirt cascading over the swell of my baby bump and the remnants of my underwear hanging pointless above my snatch, I start to tremble at how exposed I am. He bands one arm across my chest again, palming one breast, and with a flick of his wrist, he slaps his hand over my lower lips. My sheath contracts.
Holy fuck, I love it when he does that.
“Still trust me, baby?” he rasps, and I’m distracted by the feeling of his hand on my breast and the other covering my pussy.
“Y-yes,” I say, stuttering.
“Good girl,” he says.
I swallow and absorb his words.
“Jami,” Hunter says, his voice back to the hard, authoritarian tenor that he held before. He speaks without looking away from me. “It seems that you have misunderstood your position here. More importantly, you’ve gravely misunderstood my wife’s station in relation to yours.”
A shiver goes down my back when he growls “my wife.” He sounds so possessive, so proud, more wetness ekes out of me.
“It’s vital that you understand what I’m about to tell you,” Hunter says. His hands start to move, and I suppress a full-body roll as he circles my button.
“Do you see this mouth?” He moves the hand on my breast to my jaw, and my nipple tightens from exposure. “Nothing you can say or do with your mouth will ever compare to Winter.”
I stop breathing again. I trust him to take care of me and I know he wouldn’t do anything that would tear me down, but his words just then are unexpected. Just as unexpected as him putting his finger in my mouth.
Just as unexpected as when I reflexively suck on the digit as my eyes cross, the action causing a new surge of wetness to slick over his roaming fingers below.
He pulls his finger out of my mouth with a wet pop, and I feel his dick twitch beneath my ass.
“Do you see these breasts?” He groans as he moves back to my tit, squeezing the entirety of my breast with his broad hand.
I groan in response. My breasts are so sensitive from the hormones that the action causes me to leap toward the edge.
“Do you think you could compare to the feeling of her flesh beneath my hand?”
“Hunter,” I slur, thoroughly overwhelmed by his words and the scene he’s creating.
“Her brain,” he says, “My god, her clever, beautiful, incomparable brain…you will never, ever come anywhere close to her intellect.”