Page 70 of A Lifetime of Afters
He watched me patiently. What was the worst that could happen? We’d be embarrassed? Caught bare-assed? I huffed out a tiny laugh to myself.
His eyes crinkled with amusement as if he knew my thoughts. Maybe he did.
Holding his gaze, I hooked my thumbs into my jeans, grabbing my panties on the way, and slid them both over the top of my hips.
His eyes skated the length of my body. On his way back up, at my pelvis, his lips parted with a tiny huff of breath.
Gratified to see the power shift to me, I wiggled my hips and slid my pants over my bum and down my thighs to the floor, watching as desire flushed his cheeks. My socks followed and I stood before him, fighting my smile.
One step and his mouth brushed across my forehead. He tilted his chin down, a silent demand for my eyes, which I gave him. Bending his neck, he brushed his mouth across my cheekbone and traced the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue until his teeth rasped my earlobe.
“Good girl.”
And that quickly, the power shifted back.
Knees weak, my eyes drifted shut. I reached for him, laying my hand over his chest to steady myself.
“Eyes, Noelle,” he breathed. “You don’t want to miss this.”
I forced my eyes open and watched as he dropped to his knees before me.
His chest inflated as he breathed me in. Running one hand down the length of my leg, he stopped at my ankle and tapped it firmly before wrapping his fingers around it.
I shifted my weight to my other leg and allowed him to pull my leg up and over his shoulder. From there, I expected the teasing to be merciless.
It wasn’t.
Parting me with his thumbs, he dove in.
The back of my head and both of my palms hit the wall while the leg over his shoulder slammed down against his back, holding him to me.
“Sorry!” I gasped.
“Don’t be,” he muttered. With both hands scooping behind me to cup my cheeks, he pulled me closer.
My passion rose quickly, and I panicked at the thought he might pull away. I tightened my leg around his back.
He chuckled against me then dug his fingers into my soft flesh, wrapped his lips around my swollen bud, and suckled me gently into his mouth.
The first wave hit, and my hand found the top of his head. Curling my fingers into his hair I held him in place until it became too much.
Whimpering, I drew back, pushing gently on top of his head.
Leaping to his feet, he gently covered my mouth with his then scooped me up and carried me to his bed.
I looped my arms around his neck. I’d gotten off easy. My lips curved softly upward, deeply satisfied.
Half an hour and three orgasms later, I begged for release. On my knees, my wrists lashed together and secured to the headboard, I pressed my forehead into the mattress. Hawkley’s hard thighs pressed along the back of mine as he slowly pumped in and out. “Hawk …please…”
“Give me one more, Noelle. One more and I’ll call it a night,” he urged. “Come on, sweetheart. You came on my face. You came on my fingers. You came on your own fingers for me.” His hands ran soothingly up and down my spine. “I know you’re tired, but I want to feel you come on my cock.”
His dirty words strummed my clit as surely as his hands and his tongue.
A deep moan built in my womb and traveled upward.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He spat on his fingers and reached around to rub a tight circle around my clit. My body bucked beneath him.
“That’s it, baby.” Circle. “Let go.” Circle. He swelled inside me. “Give it to me, Noelle,” he demanded. “I want it.”
