Page 64 of Leading Conviction
The sky had brightened to gorgeous purples and oranges, with half of the sun cresting bright yellow over the blue-green mountains. She dipped her brush in the color for the trees and returned to paint their boughs while Hawk massaged her ass cheeks and inside her upper thighs. He dropped wet, open-mouthed kisses on the globes of her ass and spread her legs. Loving the direction his filthy mind was taking, she widened her stance for him, letting him pull her back so her hips were forward and her butt was slightly perked in the air.
They both moaned as his finger stroked her core.
“Fuck, Hannah, you’re dripping for me, baby.”
“Mhmm.” She sank her teeth into her lip as he did it again, this time teasing her entrance, spreading her arousal around.
He chuckled against her opening, sending hot breath against her wet pussy and giving even more sensation before swiping his tongue up her seam.
“Hawk!” she cried out and dropped her palette and paintbrush to the easel’s table.
“Nuh, uh, uh, Hannah. I said you have to paint.”
“Hawkins,” she grumbled but snatched her paintbrush up with one hand and clutched the edge of the guard wall for balance with the other.
As soon as she smeared color over the smooth canvas again, his tongue was back at her center, lapping her up like her pussy was the most delicious thing he’d ever eaten.
Almost as if he’d read her mind, he murmured low into her opening. “I love your sweet tea, dove. But fuck, I swear to God, your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I could drink you all day.”
His words alone were enough to make her inner walls contract, almost painfully without having anything to squeeze. But then he pointed his tongue to get farther into her core, giving her just a hint of relief.
As she struggled to keep her eyes on the view, the purples and blues blended with the oranges, reds, and yellows above the blue-green trees. The striking fusion of color in the sunrise accompanied by the breathtaking way Hawk swirled his tongue through her center brought her to the near brink of explosive release.
“Please, Hawk. I need to come.”
“I’ll always give you what you need, Hannah.”
Without any other warning, he dug the fingers of one hand into her upper thigh, spread her legs and tilted her hips. The angle was slightly uncomfortable, but a thrill rushed through her when she felt him move slightly underneath her and between her legs to get into a better position. His other hand slid two fingers into her core, quickly finding her G-spot. His tongue circled around her clit as he continued to kneel behind her while he massaged her inner muscles. Her pussy sucked his fingers, and the sound of him eating her out made her cheeks heat.
As much as she wanted to relax and soak in the delicious orgasm she was already climbing to, she didn’t want him to stop and she knew he would if she dropped her brush. She painted the trees furiously, not giving a fuck if they looked good, only focusing on the way his tongue swirled between her thighs.
“Paint for me, little dove,” he hummed his approval and the muscles in her lower belly clenched, readying for release.
“Yes… mmmm…mi cielo,” she whispered.
His fingers shifted to a feathering motion against her G-spot. She climbed and climbed while clenching the paintbrush and smearing it haphazardly across the canvas. His grip on her thigh tightened as her body tried to squirm away from the impending pleasure.
Even though it felt impossible, she did her best to keep her eyes wide, trying to take in every single detail of the view as the sun kissed the clouds and the tips of the tallest dark-green trees. When her orgasm catapulted higher, her pulse raced with it. The beautiful scene in front of her darkened at the edges until she and the sun finally crested over the peak.
“Dios mio, please, please, please,mi cielo! I’m coming!”
“Paint it, dove.”
She clutched the concrete guard wall and cried out. Her chest tightened as heavy breaths pulsed from her lungs. As if they had a mind of their own, her hips pushed against his tongue, searching for that last final…
“¡Mi cielo!” she moaned.
Her eyes slammed shut, making all the colors swirl into their inverted hues, a rainbow in reverse. Hawk’s lips surrounded her clit and sucked rhythmically, sending her barreling into ecstasy as her body tightened and released over and over. He never let up on his ministrations, his tongue and fingers keeping the rhythm that brought her steadily down that mountain of euphoria.
When she finally opened her eyes, she twisted around to see burning lust beaming back up at her. Hawk glanced from her to the canvas and his mischievous umber smile, glossy with her arousal, widened. Loving that upward curve, she traced his wet lips until he began to chuckle underneath her finger.
“So that’s what an orgasm looks like when it’s painted, huh? Seems a little abstract. Maybe it’s a river?”
She turned back to see the canvas in front of her. A large stroke of blue green swept up into the violet, orange, and yellow sky. A hoarse laugh escaped her, and she tilted her head for a better angle.
“A river in the sky? Not so sure about that. It is pretty, though. Like a mirage over the mountains. In any case, I can fix it. I’ll just paint over it.”
“Leave it,” he murmured behind her. She turned to face him again and brushed her hand over the soft, short waves in his fade. His earnest gaze melted her heart. “Don’t paint over it. Use it to create something new. Something it couldn’t have been without it.”
