Page 33 of Hawk

I’m giving Etain time to get ready, but also time for her to think about all the delicious ways I’m going to make her scream my name. It gives me time to slow things down. The mere sight of Etain in a tight skirt makes me insane. My pants are already strained, my cock bulging against the zipper of my jeans as I imagine my woman naked in bed.

I make my way to the bedroom, hesitating a moment before turning the knob. The door creaks open. Etain’s head snaps up. She watches as I enter, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She sits with her legs tucked beneath her on her heels. Her long, flaming-red hair falls over her breasts, covering her nipples. She’s completely nude, yet looks innocent and sweet.

All her creamy ivory skin is on display, waiting for my touch. I want to pounce, but anticipation is such a heady aphrodisiac that I take my time. I lift my tee over my head and toss it to one side. All the while, my gaze never leaves her face. I unbuckle my belt, undo the button of my jeans, and pull down the zipper. I let them hang low on my hips as my motorcycle boots come off.

I take off my pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor, and step out of them, then I approach the bed. I place a knee on the mattress. It depresses under my weight, and I adjust my stance to sit on my heels as Etain looks at me lovingly. I reach out to move her hair aside, exposing her delicate collarbones and her full, ripe, taut nipples. Pretty pink nubs that I want to taste. My mouth waters at the sight of them. My hands move to the underswell of her breasts, feeling the weight of them. They fit perfectly in my palms. The tips of my fingers run over her pebbled nipples. A tremor runs through her as she grips my biceps to steady herself.

Etain is extremely responsive to my touch. I lick my lips, then bend my head and close my mouth over her nipple, all while keeping my eyes fixed on her face. My action elicits a sexy moan from her lips, her eyes drifting closed and her head tilting back. I push her lightly so that she’s lying on her back, and I come over her, laving her breast with the attention it desires, suckling gently. With my thumb and forefinger, I roll the other nipple. Etain arches her back to get closer.

My hands roam everywhere: down her middle, then across and over her hips, holding her in place, and my mouth moves to lavish the other nipple with the same much-needed attention. All the while, Etain murmurs incoherently. If it weren’t for my hands holding her down, her hips would be gyrating. She squirms beneath me, rubbing her legs together. In one motion, I place my knee between her thighs, then move the other beside it, spreading her open. I pull my thighs farther apart, spreading her wider.

“Hawk.” Her voice is heated, desperate, wanton.

I move my mouth from her nipple. “Yeah, baby, you want more?” I ask, my tongue already tracing a path down to her belly.

“Please,” she moans.

I continue to leave featherlight kisses on her hip bones, moving lower, and at the same time, my fingers run through the wetness between her legs. Her pussy is soaked with her juices. I need to taste her essence. I’ve imagined her lying just like this, with her hair spread over the pillow, her face filled with passion, her body quivering for more of my touch.

She’s fucking tight, and I feel her walls contract as my finger enters her core. My thumb rubs over her clit. I push my finger farther inside her, pumping in and out. I settle myself lower, pulling her knees up and out to the sides so I have a full view of her pink pussy lips, oozing with her delicious nectar.

My tongue runs the entire length of her slit. Etain groans loudly, and her fingers grip my hair so tightly that I feel the tug on my scalp. The nip of pain only makes it hotter. I lap, nip, and lick until she’s begging for me to let her come. I know she’s close, but our first time is going to be with my cock buried deep inside her hot, wet pussy. I tongue fuck her until I know she’s on the brink of her orgasm. I barely manage to slide the condom on, then align my cock at her entrance and plunge inside her hard and fast, causing her to cry out my name.

I can’t stop! I drill into her like a madman on a mission. I need to consume her. I want her to feel the effects of our lovemaking for hours after we’re done. I want her pussy swollen and still feeling me the next morning.

“Oh God!” she cries.

I’m on the verge of my own release and need her to hurry. “Get there, Ginger. Now, baby. Hurry,” I groan in her ear. Suddenly, her pussy is strangling my cock as she practically bows off the bed, saying my name over and over. Not Hawk, but Ethan.

Her body trembles as she soars. I kiss her long and slow. Etain’s arms tighten around my neck as I stroke inside her several more times until I find my own release. I root myself inside her and know there’s no place I’d rather be. Not just now, but every night for the rest of my days. This wasn’t sex; this is Etain and me and our destiny.

When I peer down at her delicate face, she looks like a sated angel in my arms. Her face is flushed, her eyes gleaming with tears.

Immediately, I worry I was too rough with her. “Did I hurt you, baby?” I ask, framing her face with my hands.

“No, Ethan. It was perfect.” A single tear rolls over her cheek.

“Then what’s this about?” I brush away the wetness.

“I’m happy,” she replies, her lips trembling and more happy tears threatening to fall.

I slowly pull out of her. You’d think my cock would be satisfied, but he’s only semisoft and looking to recover quickly so he can have another go. He’ll have to wait, because I roll to lie on my back, bringing Etain with me and tucking her next to me, her head resting on my chest.

Placing my finger under her chin, I guide her to look up at me. “You’re mine now, Ginger. What we did just now sealed the deal.”

“A person can’t belong to another person,” she replies, her eyes burning with fire. That’s another reason I’m falling in love with this woman: her saucy nature.

“Well, that’s true. But our hearts made that decision for us.” My voice is soft as I run my hand down her back, tracing a pattern over her bare skin.

“Ethan,” is all she manages to say. Her throat seems clogged with emotion.

“This, right here, right now, there’s no greater sweetness. The way you look at me…” I brush my lips over hers. “You know, baby. This is good.”

“No, Ethan. This is great.”

No other words are necessary, at least for now. Etain falls asleep, but not for long. Her leg finds its way between mine, and with her wriggling against me the way she does, I have no choice but to make love to her again. And somewhere in the middle of the night, I am compelled to fuck her once more, for the sheer pleasure of hearing her beg me to let her come.

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