Page 23 of A Lifetime of Afters
In his bedroom, he relaxed his hold and allowed my body to slowly slide down his until my feet hit the floor. Setting me back a step, his eyes held mine while his trembling fingers opened the first button of my flannel. His hands slipped under the open placket, spreading the sides wide. He bent and delivered a reverent kiss to my collarbone before attending to the next button.
With each released button, he spread my shirt wider and dropped sugar kisses to the newly exposed skin. Between my breasts, below the clasp of my bra, and down to my stomach which quivered beneath his seeking lips. His hands around my hips, he dropped to his knees and gave his tongue free rein along the waistband of my leggings.
Stopping, he gripped my hips hard and pressed his forehead to my womb. “Fuck, Noelle,” he groaned. “I can smell you.”
I gasped and closed my thighs tight.
His head whipped up with his demand, “Open.”
I parted my legs, and he grunted his approval while his busy thumbs hooked into the waistband of my leggings and dragged them down along with my panties, leaving me standing before him in my bra and an open shirt.
Sitting back on his haunches, he dropped his hands and took me in. “Drop the flannel. Ditch the bra.”
My hands shook as I complied, something undeniably sexy about a man,thisman, fully dressed on his knees as I stood, trembling before him, a naked offering.
“Shirt,” I blurted. I wanted it off. I wanted to see him.
Rising to his full height, his eyes on mine, he whipped his tee off then flicked open his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
No boxers, he stood proud and ready to take me.
Walking toward me, I instinctively stepped back until the backs of my knees hit the bed forcing me to sit. With his knee braced on the bed beside me, he hauled me up the bed, opened my thighs with his other knee and slid deep.
My head flew back as the shock and the pleasure rolled through me.
Looming over me, he lowered to one elbow and sought my hand with his free one, linking our fingers and stretching my arm over my head. Kissing the corners of my mouth, my eyes, gentle brushes across my cheekbones, he gave me time to adjust to his presence.
My thighs relaxed. My body gave. My sex opened.
His mouth touched mine, and he rolled his hips.
“Hawk,” I breathed.
I lifted my head to seek out his lips, but he snapped his hips, hard, sending my head back and exposing my throat. With my free hand, I circled around his back to clutch the muscles, reveling in his strength as he rhythmically fucked me.
Bowing his back, he tucked his face into my neck, his teeth grazing, lips nipping, tongue rasping.
A low moan parted my lips as I gave myself over to the symphony he flawlessly orchestrated. Body on fire, I drifted to that hazy space where rapture ruled, and inhibition fled.
“Come at will, Noelle,” he murmured as he rolled his hips, grinding against my clit, seeking to reach every secret spot inside me.
At the first flutter, he sealed his mouth over mine and swallowed my cries, his hips flexing wildly until he stuttered to a stop, pulsing out his release deep inside me.
No condom.
Chapter Ten - Pussy Phobia
Mmm. Gentle kisses on my neck, warm chest at my back, strong arm around my waist, his deep voice at my ear.
“Good morning, Noelle,” he murmured between kisses. “Your weird cyclops cat is on your head.”
I blinked my eyes open slowly.
Weak, winter sunlight filtered through the blinds. Hawk’s world, separated and surrounded by trees, held us in a silent cocoon. There was peace to be found here. Escape. A person could speak with the earth and worship the sky. Other than the birds outside, the only sound came from the man beside me.
And indeed, Bruce slept in his customary spot, wrapped around my head.
“Good morning, Hawk,” I whispered, my voice not yet awake. “You’re not going to fall out of bed again, are you?”
