Page 37 of Hawkeye

“I’m going to do a fuck of a lot more than that, baby doll.”

He shifted until his hard length sat exactly where I was already aching, and a tremor ran through me. Then he ground against me in a slow circle, and a low moan slipped past my parted lips.

He took full advantage, claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue tangled with mine while his hand gripped my hair in his fist and his hips rocked against me. My nipples pebbled against my bra as I lost myself to his kiss.

When I whimpered, he caught the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, then shoved the straps of my bra down and freed me with one rough tug at the clasp. His mouth quickly followed, closing over one nipple and sucking hard enough that my back came off the bed.

“Calder, please.”

My hands found his hair while he feasted on my breasts, his tongue circling and teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp. He switched sides and did it again until both nipples were wet and so sensitive the next pass of his tongue pulled a broken sound out of me.

I rubbed against him, and my legs came up around his hips as far as our position allowed. He groaned, the vibration going straight into my mouth, and I writhed beneath him.

He lifted his head, his green gaze burning into mine. “Not gonna rush this. I want you desperate for me before I take you this time.”

“That’s not going to take much.” I squeezed his hips with my thighs. “I already want you so much.”

“Good.”

He kissed each nipple once more, then slid down my body. He quickly removed my pants before wedging his shoulders between my thighs. I was bare, swollen, and so wet it should have been embarrassing. But he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

His thumbs spread me. “Fuck. Look at you.”

“Do more than just look.” I threaded my fingers through his hair. “Please.”

“Whatever you want, baby doll.”

The first lick was slow, from my entrance up to my clit, and my hips jerked. Then he dove in and ate me like a starving man. One hand pinned my thigh while the other kept me open so his tongue could slide over every drenched inch.

Every time I tried to twist away from how powerful the pleasure was, he brought me back with a palm on my stomach and did it again.

“Calder,” I panted.

“I’m here.” He kissed the inside of my thigh, then returned to my clit and sucked until my heels dug into his back. “You keep saying my name like that, and I’m not stopping until you can’t.”

His tongue circled my clit, dragged down, and pushed inside me. I yanked his hair, urging him on as he did it over and over again.

Finally, he sucked my clit hard while two fingers pushed into me at the same time, curling, and I came with a cry.

“Yes, oh yes!”

But he didn’t stop. The first wave had barely eased when he added another finger, working me open. Stroking the place that made my vision blur, he drove me into a second orgasm before I had finished the first.

I was still pulsing around his hand when he rose to his knees and threw my legs over his shoulders. He shoved his pants and boxer briefs down. His dick sprang free, thick and already beaded with pre-come at the tip.

He gripped himself and dragged the head through my slick folds, circling my entrance, mixing what was already there until I was lifting toward him. “This pussy was made for me.”

“Then take it.” I lifted my hips until he inched the crown of his dick in me. “I’m yours.”

He breached me slowly, the stretch of him still burning a little. My hands fisted in the sheet.

His thumb found my clit and rubbed small circles. “Relax, baby doll. Let me in.”

My hips tipped, and another inch slid home.

“Fuck. So damn tight,” he groaned.

He worked himself deeper until his hips met mine, and I felt the perfect fullness of him seated inside me.