Heal The Scars

Tell Me When To Stop

***WARNING! MATURE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER! If you're not into those kind of things please skip to the next chapter! Thank you:)***

When I arrive home later that day I am quick to head straight for the shower. Slipping off my heels and stockings as I sit at the edge of the tub, I can't do anything but reminisce those three words Garret spoke to me. This is not over. It astonishes me that im the only one to catch onto what he said, not even the people nearby. Just me. Those words were meant for me and me only.

As I just begin to slip off my skirt there is a knock at the door. My fingers clutch the skirt to my side as I stumble over to the door and pull it open. The sight of Hunter fill my visions.

Him no longer wearing his suit jacket, just dressed in the white button down and his black tie loosely hanging from his neck. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone and I catch glimpses of his tan skin underneath. He smiles at me.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asks and I stand hesitant at the door.

This is not over.

I shake my head, ridding me of Garret's words as I step aside, "Uh...sure." I say, shutting the door behind him when he enters.

He stands directly behind me, arms tangling around my waist as his chin rests on my shoulder, peppering kisses on my hot and needy skin. His fingers brush my skin as he swoops my hair over one shoulder, kissing the back of my neck softly before placing his lips to my ear,

"Tell me when to stop." He breathes and I nod my head.

His hands make their way to my hips, spinning me around as his lips press to mine eagerly. My eyes squeeze close as I bring my hand round to the back of his neck, tangling my fingers in his black locks as I kiss back with as much passion I could muster. Breathing heavily as he pulls away, his lips connect with the clammy skin of my neck, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head.

Bobby pins are tugged from my scalp, curls falling past my shoulders and down my back as he pulls them free, "So damn beautiful." He huffs, scanning my entirety.

My nerves get the best of me as he guides my hands to the buttons of his shirt, fingers shaking as my palms rest against the white cottony fabric.

Face splashing red in an embarrassment as I fail to pop the buttons on his shirt due to the shaking of my fingers. His deep laugh fills the air, "Austyn," He speaks, resting his palm over mine; his radiating warmth seeking through my skin, calming my senses.

"Its okay baby," He coos, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I nod my head, eyes glancing to my toes. His finger rests on the tip of my chin, tilting my face upwards, "Are you nervous?" He asks.

"Yes." I breathe. His fingers reach for my hand, intertwining our sweaty palms as he pulls me closer.

His hot breath fans over my face when he speaks, "Its okay. I've got you." His deep blue orbs glance over my features reassuringly. Lips pressing against my lips once again leaving me breathless and gasping for air.

Palms traveling from my hips to my bum, squeezing gently as I moan softly into his mouth. His hands grip my thighs as he picks me up, legs wounding around his waist as he sits me on the countertop.

He stands between them, hips meeting the counter, broken gasps slipping his parted lips and leaving wet kisses down the side of my neck and to my collarbone. Teeth indulging in my skin, teasingly as he nips, licks and sucks at my skin. His name leaving my mouth in quiet, breathless, pants, "Hunter."

My hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, successfully popping them open as I push the fabric from his shoulders. Fingers dancing on his skin as I trace over each curve of his biceps, chest and abdomen.

"Up." He instructs and I comply, lifting my hips for him to slip off my skirt leaving me in my bra and panties. He releases the fly on his black slacks and they pool around his feet, him kicking them to the side.

The only fabric between us being our undergarments as he rocks his hips into me. I am overwhelmed with the immersing waves of pleasure, fingers gripping his biceps as my head falls to his shoulder, crying out his name in pure ecstasy.

He repeats the pleasuring action, brushing against my most sensitive areas. His fingers dig into my hips, placing his lips on mine to silence my small moans, continuing the torturous waves of his hips.

Then it hits him. His face contorts in pleasure and his pretty pink lips part, my name tumbling from his mouth as he rocks against me one final time, sending him over the edge. Groans and grunts fill the air as his hips still and his head dips, resting in the crook of my neck. Breathing pace uneven with the rise and fall of his chest.

It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

A small smile settling on his lips, he pulls his head from its previous resting position, pressing his lips against mine sweetly, "I love you. " He whispers and I truly believed it.

Feeling the need to express my feelings to him, "I love you too." I say back, smile wider than ever.

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