She released a breath. “I do.”
His gaze felt as warm as summer rain. “Then kiss me.”
She tipped her lips up to his, the melding perfect and sweet. She sighed as he settled atop her. She loved the feel of his skin against hers. Their bodies fitted naturally, every part of him seemingly designed to delight her. His chest hair abraded her tingling nipples, the ridges of his torso pressing deliciously against her belly. Then he moved his hips, dragging the heavy length of his manhood against her feminine mound, sparking pleasure in his wake.
“Doesn’t this feel good?” he murmured.
“So good,” she breathed.
“It will feel even better if you move with me.” He trailed persuasive kisses along her throat. “I won’t go inside your pussy unless you ask me to.”
Unable to resist, she followed his suggestion, and heavens, he was right. Thiswasbetter. Holding onto his shoulders, she arched her hips tentatively, then with growing confidence. She matched the rhythm of his slow thrusting...it was like dancing, she realized. A sensual, horizontal waltz. The weighted slide of his shaft against her sensitive peak set off quivers in her woman’s part…her pussy, he’d called it. Just thinking the word made her feel hot. Heightened the fluttering ache of emptiness.
“Perhaps you could try going inside?” she whispered. “Just a little?”
“Like this, sweetheart?”
She felt his wide head notch against her damp flesh. He moved slowly, his gaze intent upon her as if she were an enthralling experiment. Sweat glazed his brow; his features were stark with concentration. Warmth curled in her chest as she recognized the self-restraint he was exercising…that he’d been exercising all night.
He’ll take care of me.Her anxiety ebbed.The way I’ll take care of him.
She touched a hand to his taut jaw. “Come inside, Hawk.”
“Are you certain?” he said hoarsely.
She nodded. “I want to know what it is like to be your wife.”
“Fiona, sweeting…” With a groan, he pushed inside.
Her breath caught at the sudden fullness, the pinch of pain. Yet the discomfort soon faded to a throbbing, stretched sensation. She squirmed and gasped as he slid even deeper.
“Are you all the way in?” she asked with a squeak.
“I’m mostly in.”
“Define mostly,” she protested.
His eyes had a devilish silver glint. “I’d rather do this.”
He kissed her breast, suckling her nipple. At the same time, he slid a hand between them, seeking out her pearl. His tongue and fingers made her blood churn with pleasure. When he began to move, all she felt was an exciting fullness. A needy pulsing at her core.
“See how well we fit?” he rasped. “You’re like a hot, tight glove around my cock.”
Her pussy clenched at his wicked words. Grunting, he drove inside her, and only then did she realize how much he’d been holding back. Now what he was doing felt good, better than good, and she didn’t want him to stop.
“More, Hawk,” she pleaded.
“Are you certain you want more, sweetheart?” His smoldering intensity riveted her, thrilled her. “Certain you can take me deeper inside your snug little pussy?”
“Yes, please,” she moaned.
With a satisfied smile, he said, “Since you asked so nicely.”
His incursions grew more forceful, his lunging hips billowing her fire. Clutching his bulging biceps for purchase, she instinctively moved with him. Even though she was a novice, her husband was an expert leader, and they found an exhilarating cadence. She met his thrusts, pleasure streaking outward from her center to her limbs.
“That’s it, sweeting,” he growled. “Let me all the way in where I want to be.”
His tempo became pounding, unrelenting. Their bodies rose and fell together, skin slick against skin. The world spun as pleasure raged out of control. Everything in her suddenly seized…then bliss erupted from her core.
