Chasing Dove Chapter two - Sex Stories

Chasing Dove Chapter two

... Dovey, that’s the difference.” So he wanted nothing to do with her, period. She wondered if she could change his mind somehow. Dove kissed his neck just because and she found that she liked it, especially the little sound he made. “But I want you, can’t you just accept that?” Be brave Dove. She moved the blanket back and straddled his hips, the look on his face was everything in that moment and a little flutter of hope surfaced in her but as soon as she saw that look it was gone and he was trying to get her off of him. “Dove get off.” Hunter wanted to groan, he had pictured her straddling him a millions times and here she was, it felt so wrong and so right. The way she looked at him made him want her even more. He watched Dove reach for the bottom hem of her shirt and lift, god almighty she wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts bounced when she tossed the shirt and her eyes laid on his. He loved the color and every time he saw them it reminded him of the Caribbean Sea, the green was beautiful. “You don’t want these?” Dove grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her breasts, her breath hitched as he gently squeezed. “You know I do Dovey,” mesmerized he watched his fingers brush against her soft pink nipples. He watched her eyes drift close and her head fall to the side as he continued. He wanted her so bad. Needed her. “Then fuck me, please.” “No Dove.” Fuck no he wouldn’t do that. The balls in your court then, she thought. “Fine,” she simple said. She looked down at him ...

... and laughed, he was giving her a suspicious look. Suspicious she was. She grabbed the hem of his brown shirt and lifted it, he helped and watched her at the same time. “Relax,” she whispered. “I just wanna play,” she ignored the look he gave her. She smoothed her hands up his chest and back down and over the ridges of his stomach. It was obvious he worked out but Dove never knew he looked this good without a shirt. She loved his smooth tan skin, loved touching him and having him watch where her hands were going. She leaned forward and gently kissed his chest, before she knew what was happening she was on her back and Hunter was on top of her, kissing her. He couldn’t resist anymore, that gentle kiss, he lost his resolve. Hunter groaned as he kissed her for the first time, moving his lips against hers, sliding his hand into her hair and fisting it. He nipped and licked as he savored her mouth, her moaning was torture to his cock. He just wanted to fuck her already and get it over with. Dove pulled back panting, he stared at her with such want in his eyes he didn’t wait for her to catch her breath. He muffled her moan, slid his hand down caressing her throat and then her breast and cupped it. Gently he rubbed her nipple with his thumb, circling it. Dove broke the kiss and moaned as he continued to kiss down her neck to the hollow of her throat, “Shouldn’t we-” “Shut up Dove.” Okay, “Shutting up,” god this felt amazing. This was totally different then Joey Anderson. “Don’t wanna ...