Page 16 of In Hawke's Eyes (Toron's Pride 2)

He crossed the room to her and snaked a finger over her belly. He paused at the valley between her breasts and just teased the swell of one as if he dared not venture toward her nipple. Without the least bit of warning, he thrust his hands beneath her and raised her off the bed. He buried his face between her thighs and kissed her pussy full on. Stephanie gasped and moaned. She didn’t realize she was so wet until Hawke’s tongue bathed her from the top of her folds to the bottom and moaned from the discovery.

“You taste so good. I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you. I wanted to eat your pussy when I fingered you.”

Her shuddering breaths at his words were noisy. She bit her lip and pressed a hand to her chest, trying to get a grip. Hawke lay her down and moved to the dresser. She leaned up on an elbow. “What are you doing?”

He rummaged through the top drawer and brought out a strip of cloth. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you going to do with that?”

“You squint a lot, and it causes you headaches.”

That surprised her. “How did you know?”

“I’m a very observant man.” He came over to her. “Now lay back. I’m going to blindfold you so you can’t even see shadows. This will also help you to exercise trust in me. Are you willing to give it a try?”

“I think I want to, but no typing my hands.”

“I won’t. I want you to touch me. When your hands roam my body, it gets me harder than I ever remember being. I’m not forgoing that pleasure for any reason.”

Stephanie chuckled, but she let him do what he wanted. Her world went dark, and while she couldn’t say she trusted him, she did feel compelled to let go and just experience what they were about to do. Hawke grazed her thigh with his hand and then pulled one farther from the other. A breeze tickled her secret place, stirring her desire. When it happened again, she realized he blew down there, and the wetness and air reacted together to make her hotter.

“Hawke, what are you doing?”

“Shh.”

He dipped a finger between her folds into her channel. She squirmed, but he didn’t stay. The coated finger found her nipple and circled it. Stephanie arched her back as her nipple puckered and tightened. She knew what would come next and cried out when his lips closed over the tiny bud. He licked her cream from the tip and then sucked until she thought she would come from the sensation alone.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Mm, yes, Hawke. Do it again with the other one, please.”

“Uh-uh, I want you to do it.”

She frowned beneath the mask. “What do you mean?”

He took hold of her hand and guided her fingers between her legs. Hawke used her digit as a lollypop, dipping it into her come and then licking it clean. When he had done that a few times, he coated her digit once more and made her play with her nipple. Stephanie writhed on the sheets as he had her pinch her nipple and tug it until she whimpered. When he apparently couldn’t take it any longer, he thrust her hand aside and fed her breast into his mouth, consuming as much of it as he could. He drew back and pulled on the tip, then moved to the other breast for the same treatment.

Hawke covered both breasts and squeezed. She cried out his name. He massaged the globes, pinched the nipples, and laved between them. All around the swollen mounds, he played, driving her out of her head. When he drew back, she took a moment to catch her breath.

“Baby, have you ever come with your lover playing with your breasts and nothing else?”

She trembled with excitement at the prospect. “No, never. I don’t know that I can.”

“You can, and I will give it to you.” He nuzzled her sensitive skin, biting sometimes and licking others. “Most don’t know but it’s not your nipples that have the highest sensitivity, but this spot right here.” He indicated with a finger and then his tongue. The sweep back and forth at a spot just above her areola shot a volley of arrows between her legs. Her core contracted. Surely, this was impossible, and yet, she knew she was close to an orgasm.

Stephanie bucked on the bed. She tore at the sheets and squeezed her legs together. When she reached between them to toy with her clit, Hawke took her hand away. She whined to be allowed to rub herself, but he didn’t give her the chance, pinning her wrists to the bed and nipping at her rigid peaks until she cried out his name. The torment went on. One minute she thought she would explode, the next, he changed tactics and let her ache. All of his attention remained on her breast. Even the pop of him tugging on and releasing them got her hotter. She raised her hips and pumped the air, but Hawke laid an arm across her pelvis. No matter what she tried, he maintained control.

At last, when she couldn’t take it any longer, her orgasm crested and erupted from her core. Muscles contracted, and her pussy clenched. The sensations ran wild in her channel as if he had bee

n fingering her inside the whole time. She couldn’t believe it. She had come with him touching her breasts and nothing else.

Hawke leaned up, and she ran her hands over the plains and valleys of his skin, exploring with only her sense of touch. His skin was so taut she couldn’t pinch anywhere, but the smooth contours, the warmth, and the beat of his heart under her fingertips heightened her desire as if she’d not just come.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes,” she said in a raspy tone. “I want more, but come closer and let me suck you.” She held out her arms but didn’t hear him shift his position.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.”

“Hawke.” She found her way to him, stroked his cock and marveled at the size of it. The shaft jutted from his body, straining and hard as if ready to be pleased. She longed to see it clearly, just as she wanted to see his face, but for now, she treasured the feel. Threading it between her lips, she gave his shaft a light suck and heard him drag in a sharp breath. Stephanie drew back and licked the head before circling it with the tip of her tongue.

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