Page 87 of Cryptic Curse
“What’s happening?”
“We’re just walking,” I tell him, picturing Hawk’s hand in mine as we stroll along the water’s edge.
“Good.Now lie down on a soft blanket that I’ve spread out.”
“Okay.I’m lying down.”Not too difficult since I’m lying on the couch.
“Good.”He breathes out.“Now, imagine… Imagine my hands near your body, but not touching your skin.Instead, they’re hovering just above you, generating a certain warmth that’s tantalizing and comforting at the same time.”
His words coax heat into my veins, his voice a soft caress against my ears.I can almost feel the phantom touch of his hands above me, moving slowly, gently exploring.
“Can you feel it?”he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper back.
“Unbutton your blouse, Daniela.Keep your eyes closed.”
Instinct takes over as I fumble with the white buttons to my silky blouse.When I’m done, the silk falls away from me.My nipples are already hard, and I feel them protruding against the fabric of my bra.
“Skim your fingers over your nipples,” Hawk says.“Imagine it’s me.”
My fingers tremble as they brush against the thin fabric of my bra, my touch light and uncertain.Warmth coils in my belly, tightening with each passing second.
“Good,” he whispers, his voice so close now that I can feel his breath on my skin.“Now, imagine me touching you there.Imagine my thumb brushing over your nipple through your bra.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, heat pooling between my legs.I let out a soft gasp as I dare to apply a little more pressure.
“You’re doing great, Daniela,” he says.“Now imagine me unclasping your bra and sliding it off your shoulders.”
I reach behind me, fumbling with the clasp before finally freeing myself from the confines of the fabric.The cool air against my skin sends another shiver coursing through me.
“God, Daniela,” Hawk breathes out.“You’re so beautiful.”
His words stir something deep within me—a newfound courage, a newfound awareness of my own body.
“Cup your breasts,” he says, “and imagine it’s me.My hands, my fingers.”
I let out a shaky breath, imagining his large hand palming me, his thumb brushing over my peaked nipple.
“Good,” he says, his voice deeper than before.“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Pinch your nipple.Just lightly.”
“Oh God…” Tingles shoot through me, landing between my legs.
“Now,” he begins again, “imagine my mouth on you.”
“Oh…” The sound slips past my lips unbidden as his words conjure explicit images in my mind, sending a jolt of pure desire straight to my core.
“Good, Dani.Now slide your hand down your belly.”
I surrender and let my hand drift lower, past the waistband of my pants.My heart pounds as I dip my fingers beneath the fabric of my panties.
“Now imagine my fingers,” he says.“Can you picture them, Dani?”
“Yes,” I gasp out, a shiver racking through me.
