FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM - HER FIRST LOVE

She held her breath and waited for him to move away, but his lips lingered near her ear, hot breath tickling the tip of her earlobe. A shiver ran through her form due to his proximity. Hera withdrew her hands from the pockets of her trench coat and placed her palms on his chest. 

She had the full intention of shoving him away until she felt the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles under the thin material of his T-shirt. 

'Holy shit! What the fucking hell? What is he so delicious for?' 

"We're in public, Goddess, behave yourself," Hunter said, scolding her. A scowl of pretended displeasure plastered on his face while amusement danced in his purple eyes. "And can you please stop blushing so hard?" He asked, smirking when she glared at him. 

"I'm not blushing. My skin looks flushed due to the chilly wind, and also that's the reason why I shivered. It has nothing to do with you," Hera said bitingly. "Sure," Hunter said, throwing sarcasm at her way.. His smirk vanished, his eyebrows arched up and he watched while his Goddess crossed her arms over her chest, frowning in displeasure. 

Her snow-white complexion flushed beautifully, her anger filling more colour to her skin. The resplendent pink dusted on her cheeks almost matched the shade of her lipstick. Hunter was so desperate to kiss those lips pushed out into a cute pout. 

It was so obvious, Hera could feel his desire radiating through his eyes, and her angry pout changed into a pleased, arrogant smirk. As though she read his thoughts, Hera said, "Guess you're not going to get the chance to kiss them." The indifferent shrug of her shoulder made him sigh, and he looked at her as in to say, 'Here we go'. 

"I'm sorry, Goddess Hera, forgive me I was an idiot for daring to upset you," he said, bowing his head in front of her and Hera couldn't hide her smile. "That's better," she said in a tone of approval, giving him an impressed look.

"Now will you show me what's under this coat or what's not under this coat?" Hunter asked, his large eyes filled with excitement, drawing a giggle out of her. Biting her lip, Hera turned to face him directly and very slowly unbuttoned her coat. Hunter's jaw dropped open, and he gaped at her form when she held the lapels of her trench coat wide open revealing her dress. 

"The fuck? Don't fuck with my mind," he muttered, and Hera laughed. "How do I look? She asked again. Her attire was so simple, yet it looked so hot on her. It was a simple figure-hugging, V-neck black T-shirt with short sleeves. She'd paired it with cotton cargo shorts with shiny silver zippers dangling in the middle and at the sides of her pockets as well. 

The colour of her shorts matched perfectly with her dark pink lipstick. It complimented her skin tone so beautifully. Her long legs were on display, and her soft meaty thighs looked so inviting Hunter was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. The heels in her ankle boots made her a few inches taller. 

Her top tucked into her shorts in the front, and it had words written in white on the top, right on her full breasts. It read, "My Boyfriend's." 

Hunter swallowed hard, and Hera laughed at his misery. "I take it, I look good?" She asked rhetorically. He nodded as he was speechless while Hera smirked at her boyfriend's muted self. "I'm not so familiar with the sign language, Mr Hunter. I need you to voice it out in words," she said, sounding so smug. 

Hunter took one of her hands and placed it against his chest, palm flat. Hera looked confused, and he smiled before guiding her palm downward. She felt the hard plane of tight muscles under her touch and blushed when he stopped her hand right above his belt buckle. 

"If you want to know the ratings of your hotness, Goddess, then move your hand a bit lower, and you'll measure the exact level of its effect," he said without blinking. Hera's eyes widened when the meaning behind his words sank in and blushing furiously she snatched her hand back. 

"We're in public, Lucifer, behave yourself," she threw his words back at him and chuckled when he pulled her into his arms. With her heels, the height looked perfect for him to kiss the crown of her head, and he did. 

"So, do I look good?" She asked again, and he nodded his agreement. "As good as Bianca is looking tonight?" Hera asked in a whisper, staring into his eyes. Hunter looked away from her, his gaze searching for his best friend. He found her flirting with one of the bikers and Bianca was undoubtedly the epitome of hotness. Hera matched her no less in good looks. 

But Hunter didn't know how to make Hera see her worth. It irked him more whenever she compared herself to others or felt insecure. He took her hand and placed it on his chest again, right over his thumping heart. He cradled her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes. 

"You're beautiful, I'm so proud you're all mine," Hunter declared before kissing her on the cheek. "Bianca is hot, but I'm not attracted to her. My friendship with her is strictly platonic," he said. Hera smiled pleased at his answer and the way her eyes gazed into his with so much love it made his heart skip a beat and Hera felt it under her palm. Her eyes grew smaller as her smile widened. It filled his chest with a pleasant warmth. 

Hunter sucked in a sharp breath, and his heart obediently skipped a beat again.

"You take my breath away whenever you look at me. My eyes never get tired of admiring your beauty. You're so pure inside and out. I love you so much, Hera Hunter," he confessed. Hera leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. 

"You're ethereal, Mrs Hunter, so gorgeous and so sexy, one second I want to worship you with flowers, garlands, incense and candles. The next second I wish to pull you under me, taste every inch of you with my tongue, ravish your body and fuck your brains out until you pass out with pleasure," Hunter said. He was blunt with his confession, his voice soft, and eyes mapping the shape of her lips. 

Hera scowled, scrunching her nose up for the added effect and slapped his chest. "I understood that I look good, and you're attracted to me. You don't have to make it sound so intense, Lucifer. You're so shamelessly blunt with your words," she said, pulling away from his embrace. He was quiet, and Hera contemplated whether to oblige his unsaid request or not. She knew he wanted to kiss her. 

Hera sighed, looking around. "There are so many people surrounding us," she was saying, and when she looked at him again, he shut her up by covering her mouth with his. His arm went around her waist, pulling her flush against his torso, the softness of her breasts crushing into his hard chest. 

Startled, Hera pulled away from the kiss when she heard loud honking. Her eyes found Eric and Michael, getting off their bikes. 

"Careful, bro, you don't want to ride your bike with your boner stuck between your legs. I don't think sporting blue balls while racing would make you feel much pleasant," Michael said, placing his helmet on his bike. Eric laughed while Danny pushed Hunter out of his way. Hunter rolled his eyes before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. 

All his friends joined him, and the organiser announced the price along with the rules. It was time to start the race. Participants mounted their bikes, and their lady luck kissed them, Goodluck. 

"And you, Pixie, have some shame. How can you torment your brother so brutally?" Eric said, pulling Hera away from Hunter's reach. He was teasing her, but Danny wasn't in the mood for fun. Hera watched while her brother ascended one of the bikes, and she wondered aloud, where did her brother get such an impressive thing. It sure looked expensive. "It's mine," Eric said. 

Hunter was speaking to one of the fellow bikers, and he looked older. Hera realised most of them were college students. She hid behind Eric's tall frame when the older boy looked at her, glancing over Hunter's shoulder. Eric wrapped an arm around her shoulder protectively, as if he sensed her uneasiness. 

"You can keep the price money, buddy. I want something in place of my trophy," the biker was saying. Hunter glanced over his shoulder to know what caught his attention, and his eyes found his Hera. He chuckled at his biker friend. "That's my girl, Victor, not your trophy," he said with a subtle warning. Victor nodded and smiled, waving his hand at Hera. 

"She's the prettiest," Victor stated. Hunter knew him for quite some time now, and he could say Victor was his friend. But that didn't give him access to his Hera. Hunter wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat if he dared to touch his Goddess. 

"Let's place a bet," Victor said.