Page 43 of Her Magnificent Mistake
He groaned against her tit, his cock desperate for release as she rode him. One thrust, then another, had her gasping his name. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
“H-Hawk…oh Hawk…”
She gyrated, she rocked, she groaned, and only then did he realize how close she was to release. How incredible, for her to reach a climax so quickly with him! How incredible, that he could still make her feel this way!
And that’s when Hawk realized just how closehewas. Because aye, Marciawasincredible, and his cock hadn’t forgotten the feel of her body against his, and the friction and the movement and the heat and her whimpers?—
“Hawk,” she moaned, eyes closed, head tipped back against the wood of the door. “My Hawk.”
The words reached down his throat and squeezed his heart in a way he hadn’t thought possible. He thrust against her again, breathless, as she tightened her ankles around him.
Time to end this.
He plucked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it, and she released a keening sort of wail and went stiff against him.
He couldn’t feel her cunny spasming. He couldn’t taste the rush of liquid desire he knew just flooded her core…but he knewMarcia was coming apart in his arms, both of them still mostly clothed, up against the door.
And why was that so incredibly erotic?
Hawk held himself still, determined to maintain control, as she came against his cock.
As her little jolts quieted Marcia opened her eyes, caught his head between her palms, and pulled him to her, claiming his lips possessively with hers. It was confident. It was arousing.
It was all too much.
With a muffled groan, Hawk spilled in his drawers.
In that moment, it was as necessary as breathing. More so, even. With his lips on Marcia’s, he didn’t care where his next breath came from, but the bliss flowing through his veins was worth everything in the world. His body roared and it was sheer luck he could keep her upright as the climax shot through him, a bullet no shield could ever halt.
When the shock cleared, Hawk groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. “Fooook.”
Chuckling slightly, Marcia wriggled against him, sending all sorts of conflicting sensations through him. He was sticky and sated and far too damned sensitive.
“I thought it was remarkable. What is wrong?”
Without opening his eyes, he confessed, “It’s likely been twenty years since I last soiled my drawers like that.”
This time her laughter was far stronger, and Hawk retaliated by shifting backward. No longer pinned to the door by his hips,she slid down until she was leaning against him, her fingers still twined through his hair.
“Well then,” she announced, grinning up at him. “We ought to get you out of them and wash up. All your clothes, immediately. I…um, need to check every inch of your clothing for specks of dirt. If you can get a fire going, I will heat some water.”
Hawk’s eyes narrowed. “Dinnae think I’ve forgotten thatyespilled inyerdrawers as well.”
“Yes, very good point.” Her eyes twinkled. “I suppose I should take all my clothing off as well.”
There was a very strong possibility this was just an excuse to get them both naked, but as long as she was joining him, he’d strip down. The cottage was private and cozy, and they had all afternoon…
Marcia would have never guessed how fun a naked picnic could be.
As Hawk started the fire in the grate, she found a bucket hanging from a hook outside the cottage. The building sat in a little clearing—obviously manmade—surrounded by tall fir trees and the one gnarled oak. A cliff ran around two edges of the clearing, dropping about thirty feet down to the boulders around the spring which started the burn.
She carefully picked her way back down the steps carved into the cliff, her legs still a little shaky from her orgasm. It had felt so forbidden, and oh-so-very good, to thrust against Hawk’s hardness like that. Knowing how arousedhewas, knowing howhe felt about her, feeling his strength wrapped around her, taking what pleasure she wanted and feeling him worship her…it had been awe-inspiring.
His strength had always been one of her favorite things about their love making. The way he used it, the way he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. The way he could pin her down and cover her with his body, making her feel safe and protected. The way he took his pleasure even as she squealed and squirmed, relishing every second of it. The way he could fook her against a wall or some other ridiculous position, just because he wasthat good.
Now that I think of it, his tongue was quite lovely too.And his fingers. The man was full of talent.
They heated the water, then removed the rest of their clothing with much teasing and laughter. Hawkhadspilled in his drawers, which was incredibly flattering, and she told him so. Directly. Looking him in the eye. Enjoying the flush—the flush!—in his cheeks.
