I want to do more to him. To reduce him to a writhing, gasping mess. I want him to say delirious, helpless, dirty things and give me more of those reverent, yearning, awe-filled looks.
I pull away from the kiss and push Hawk into a semi-reclined position. Seeing his tented sweatpants makes my pussy throb. He adjusts himself, and I can’t look away.
I slowly run my palms over his chest and abs, enjoying the quivering of his muscles under my touch. Hawk closes his eyes briefly.
When I straddle him, feeling his cock against my clit makes my eyes roll back. Hawk’s hands fly to my ass, and he helps guide me up and down his shaft.
I moan into his mouth as we make out. At one point, I steal some of the air from his lungs, and we share a surprised look before continuing. I’d kinda like to do it again.
I’ve never felt closer to someone, even though neither of us has taken any clothes off yet.
As if he heard the thought, Hawk’s hands travel under my shirt. He gently palms both of my breasts before taking my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and tweaking them. His fingers successfully work together with the itchy lace of my bra to drive me wild. I moan deep from my throat, and he looks up at me.
I lean forward as I try to get more friction on my clit, and Hawk uses the opportunity to slide his right hand into my underwear, down my ass, and all the way to my pussy. Both of us gasp when his thick finger slides into me effortlessly.
“Is that it, baby? Is this what you need?” He asks as he adds another.
“Oh yes. This is it,” I tell him as I ride his fingers.
The slippery noises that ensue are positively obscene. I wouldn’t be surprised if my leggings were completely soaked through.
Hawk pumps into me a few more times as I keep grinding against his front, and when he catches one of my nipples between his teeth and pulls, I am g-o-n-e.
I explode. My pussy clenches and pulses around his fingers for what feels like five minutes, but is most likely seconds, and when it’s over, I melt into a puddle and drape myself over him.
He gives my face and hair gentle little kisses as he carefully slips his fingers out of me.
He inhales deeply when he brings them up to his face and licks them clean without ever breaking eye contact with me.
Speechless, I kiss him and taste myself on his tongue. His cock under me twitches, but I’m too sensitive after my orgasm, so I get off his lap.
It’s a sight. His grey sweatpants have several wet spots on them, and the red, leaky head of his cock is peeking from under the waistband.
I want to lick the shiny bead of liquid from its tip, but I suddenly feel exposed and shy.
Hawk gives me a warm smile. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I did,” I admit.
“I’m glad,” he says, running the fingers that were inside me over his mouth.
“Do you…?” I ask, vaguely gesturing to his crotch.
He laughs and pulls his sweatpants up a bit. “You’re still ill, I don’t want you exerting yourself. I’ll live.”
I blush at the image of us exerting ourselves, in bed, fully naked.
Hawk groans. “Don’t look at me like that. A man’s only got so much chivalry in him.”
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” I say and run off upstairs, followed by Hawk’s laughter.
*
I’m busy eating my eggs when I suddenly realize that our table has gone silent. I look up and find Hammer gazing at Lucy with tortured eyes.
“Hey, man,” Hawk tells him casually, but I can see his body is tense.
“Hey everyone,” Hammer replies hoarsely. “Can I borrow Lucy for a second?”
