Page 40 of Taming Hawke

Luisa

I’m flipped over onto my stomach, and feel Hawke’s hand trail light strokes down my back. I should be exhausted after two orgasms, but I’m not. It’s as if I can’t get enough of this man, and from Hawke’s admission, he feels the same.

He said that he loves me, and that I need to trust him. I know I told him I do trust him, but can’t help this feeling of dread, like something or someone will take him away from me. Could it be Josie? He says he’s never felt the same about her as he does me, and I should believe him, I should, but time will tell. For now I’m not going to think too much about it. He’s told me to trust him and I’m going to do just that.

My thoughts are brought back to what’s happening when Hawke’s mouth follows the trail of his fingers, and goose bumps erupt all over my body. His breath on my damp skin causes shivers to run through me. Hawke’s fingers move to circle my pussy, and then enter me, first one, then a second. He pumps them in and out, and I can’t help but lift my butt up and push back on them. I hear his sound of approval at my eagerness, and his fingers move from my pussy to my ass and slowly enter me. I moan out loud, enjoying the unfamiliar invasion, but that feeling soon vanishes when Hawke suddenly moves back down to my pussy, again fucking me there with his fingers. Verbalizing my disappointment with a low moan, I feel Hawke begin to shake with laughter. He places a warm kiss on my lower back, separates my buttcheeks, and rotates his tongue around my virgin entrance. I tense as he flicks against it. “Please, Hawke, take me.”

Hawke moves down and licks from my pussy back up to my ass, continuing the same torment there. I moan and push back on his mouth wanting more, but what? I have no idea.

“You want my mouth, or my cock?”

“Cock, I want your cock in me. Take me, Hawke.”

“Fuck, babe. You make this so fucking easy,” he says rubbing my asscheeks. “As much as I wanna fuck you there, not tonight. First, we need to train it. If I take you there now it’ll hurt, and I’m not taking that chance.”

“Train it? What do you mean?”

I feel the bed dip as he slides off it and walks toward his closet. I sit up and face him, unable to take my eyes off his magnificent body. My mouth waters as I focus on his broad back, and the way it forms into a V at his waist. His thick, muscled thighs stand slightly apart as he searches for something. I want to trace every single ridge of his body with my tongue, and not stop until I’ve had my fill of him.

He removes a black duffel bag from his closet and looks inside. He smiles up at me when he finds what he’s been searching for, and clasps it in his hand, walking over to me with a grin on his face.

“What have you got in your hand?”

He sits down on the edge of the bed, and I sit up and hold my knees to my chest. “Show me,” I prompt.

“Only if you promise not to freak out.”

I’m nervous now but still curious. “I won’t.”

“That’s my girl.” He brings his closed hand forward, turning it over and opening his fist. I can’t make out what it is, but it’s silver, and looks like it’s made of steel. It’s egg-shaped and rounded on one end, and there’s a small stem on the other, almost like a handle. To me it resembles a small doorknob.

“What is it?” I’m curious and take it out of his hand, holding it by the stem. I’m genuinely intrigued.

Hawke smirks. “It’s a butt plug.”

“A what?” I raise it in the air in front of me, studying it again in a different light.

“A butt plug,” he repeats. “It goes up your ass.”

My eyebrows raise. “It does?” I bring it in closer to my face and move it around in my fingers, trying to work out how this will fit in my backside.

Hawke lets out a full-blown laugh, his neck arching as he sees me hang the butt plug upside down, trying to picture how it’s going to fit.

“I’m glad you find me amusing,” I say dryly, at the same time a little hurt he’s making fun of me.

“Baby,” he says cupping my cheek. “I love the fact you’re so innocent. Believe me, Lu. It will bring you pleasure.”

“Show me,” I whisper, and Hawke’s eyes glimmer with excitement at my words.

“On your knees.”

I comply, hearing a drawer open then shut nearby. A squishing sound breaks the silence of the room, and I look over to see him placing what looks like lubricant on the end of the plug.

“Now,” he says placing the tip of the cold plug at the entrance of my ass, “this is only a small one, used for people starting out with anal play.”

“This is small? I’d hate to see what big looks like,” I say, laughing nervously.

“Babe.”

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