Page 21 of A Lifetime of Afters
The shock of first contact. A stuttered gasp. The soft rasp of his beard.
His sweet lips trembled under mine as I breathed him in and struggled to adjust to the overwhelming assault on my senses.
Heart thudding in my chest, I parted my lips, leaned in, and took my first nipping taste of his mouth.
Drunk on my love for him.
Dizzy with it.
His lips softened, parted, and invited me to explore.
I touched the tip of my tongue to his bottom lip then pulled it gently into my mouth.
My mind struggled to make sense of the unexpected bounty. I’d never tasted such sweetness and I feared I’d never get enough. Slightly bolder, I ran my tongue along the seam of his mouth, reveling in his sharply indrawn breath.
Suffused with the wonder of all that was him, I dropped a chain of gentle kisses along his perfect top lip, with each one a silent prayer and an unspoken declaration.
Other than the occasional flex of his thigh muscles, he didn’t move, but he watched from beneath heavy lids as I continued with my gentle ministrations.
I needed more.
Sealing my open mouth over his, my tongue teased the tip of his, rolled along its velvety length, begged it to play with me. Pleaded with him to explore me back.
A single tear leaked from one of the cracks in my heart and rolled down my face as I learned his mouth, his taste, hisneed.
This close, there was no escape from the heat in his eyes, the fire barely contained, and I longed for the key to ignite and release the beast I sensed within.
Edging closer, I arched my back to press my breasts against his hard chest and tipped my chin back to offer him my mouth.
To offer him control.
His breath came out in a harsh exhale. His tongue snaked out and ran along his bottom lip as he studied me. Questions and possibilities swirling between us. I knew him now, but he did not yet know me.
I drew back, forcing my hands to relax their grip on his curls. Dragging my palms over his shoulders and down his chest to his abdomen, I skirted the edge of his jeans with the tips of my fingers. Then placed my hands, palms up, on my thighs.
His eyes dropped to my hands as he rolled his into fists on the back of the couch.
A heavy drumbeat of need pulsed between my legs. “Please,” I rasped.
His head shot up. “You sure, Noelle?”
“I know what you are, Hawk,” I sought to reassure him.
His eyes narrowed to angry slits as my meaning hit home in a way I never intended. His hands shot off the couch and wrapped around my hips. Yanking me forward onto his erection, he lifted his hips from the couch and dragged my core back and forth, forcing me to ride him.
“Don’t speak,” he snarled. “And give me your fucking mouth.”
Without waiting, he pressed his mouth to the hollow at my collarbone then dragged up the length of my throat forcing my chin back before sealing his mouth over mine and delving inside.
I relaxed in his hold. Gave myself over to him.
To his way.
Where I was gentle, he was rough.
Where I tasted, he consumed.
Where I pleaded, he possessed.
