When they got back to the bed and breakfast, Claire drove past it and parked in front of the cottage. They’d made love dozens of times, but so far only at his place. The first thing Hunter noticed once they were inside was the large fireplace with wood and kindling already in the center of it, ready to be lit. It was cold outside and a warm fire sounded cozy and romantic.

“You want me to light the fire?” he asked. She smiled and nodded.

“I’ll change while you’re doing that.” She left the room and Hunter tried to block out the images he had in his head of her being fed alcohol and abused as a young girl. She was here with him now and she was safe, that’s what he had to keep reminding himself.

He lit the fire and had it roaring by the time Claire came back in a short flannel robe. His imagination was going wild, wondering what if anything was underneath it. He put his good arm around her waist from behind and pulled her back into him. She leaned back into him and he put his lips on her neck, enjoying the way it sent goosebumps skittering across her flesh. “You taste so good,” he told her, honestly. She was sweet and salty and he felt like he could just eat her up like the saltwater taffy he’d had earlier. She made an “mm” sound and snuggled deeper against his chest. He held her for a few minutes, both looking into the fire and lost in their thoughts. After a bit, he turned her toward him and kissed her sweet lips. She closed her eyes and let his tongue slide in between her lips. She brought her own out to play, and Hunter was the one with goosebumps as the kiss turned as fiery as the logs burning behind them. When they came up for air she said:

“Come here, I want to show you something.” She led him over to the big window in the back of the cottage that he’d looked through the day he’d been snooping around. From this side, though, the view was incredible. There was a crescent moon out and stars peppered the dark blue sky, lighting up the water below so that they could see it as it crashed into the rocks and turned into a white, lacy foam.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, “But not as beautiful as you.” He kissed her again with the same passion as before, and Claire wrapped her arms up around his neck and kissed him back. After a few minutes he realized that she was tugging him down onto the window seat. It was covered with a thick, blue cushion and he sat down on it and pulled her up into his lap. They kissed and explored each other with their hands, slowly and deliberately removing each piece of each other’s clothing. Once he had her completely nude and he was as well, he sat back down next to her on the window seat and then he reached over and cupped one of her breasts in his hands. She gasped as he rolled the hardened nipple between his fingers and then he leaned down and took it into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it and used his lips to suck it in and out of his mouth. Claire’s hands were in his hair and she was whimpering. He loved the sexy sounds she made, and he loved knowing that he was turning her on. He moved his mouth over to the opposite nipple and gave it the same treatment that he’d given the first one. Claire breathed out his name and pressed his face harder into her breasts as she arched her back. The combination of her hot body against his, her nipple in his mouth, and the ocean roaring only steps away caused a rock-hard erection that throbbed up against her hot, smooth flesh.

Hunter released her breast and slid down to the floor between her legs. He pushed her back into the cool window and slid open her legs with his one good hand. Then he buried his face in her sweet, wet pussy and reveled in the way she tasted, looked, smelled, and sounded. She was whispering his name between moans as he licked up and down the outside of her lips. She bit back a gasp as he split open her lips and let his tongue play inside. She cried out when he let his tongue press into her swollen clit, and she cried out louder and pulled his hair when he sucked it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and around it, feeling it grow in his mouth. Claire was bucking her hips up off the seat, almost delirious, lost in ecstasy. She kept telling him how good it was, how great it felt, how badly she wanted him. She was almost chanting when suddenly she arched her back even higher and all but screamed out, “I love you!” as she came. Hunter smiled into her hot flesh and continued to lick softly until she finished her orgasm and pulled him up to her mouth. They kissed hard and while they did that, he sat down again and pulled her back into his lap, facing him. Claire reached down and took his throbbing hard cock in her hand and raised up just enough to let him slide into her. Hunter held onto one of her hips tightly and with just that one hand he slid her up and down on his cock. She let him do the work, moving her where he wanted her and then slamming up into her over and over, hitting bottom each time. Every time he did, she gasped, moaned, whimpered, or cried out his name.

Hunter moved his hand up to her breasts and played with her nipples while she took over. She used her knees to press into the cushion and move herself up and down. She was taking every inch of him now on her own and the fingers of her left hand dug into his right shoulder. Hunter was dangling on the edge, just about to explode when she bent down and began licking his lips. She licked the length of them and then traced them with her tongue. He tried to catch it with his, but she pulled back and then licked at him again. It was fucking hot and he groaned loudly, grabbed onto her ass again tightly with one hand, and just as he was beginning to come, she shoved her tongue deeply into his mouth. He began to suck on it and while he emptied himself into her moist, tight tunnel, he nursed on her tongue and rocked against her body and wondered how in the fuck he got so lucky.