I laugh, surprised and a little embarrassed that he noticed. “Not this time.”
We both grin like idiots while kissing. I can’t stop touching his face, savoring the slight stubble under my fingertips. I’m sure my face and lips will be red tomorrow, but it’s worth this bite of pain mixed in with the pleasure.
Hawk kisses the hollow of my throat before making his way down to my breasts. He kneads, sucks, licks, bites, tugs, and I squirm on his lap until I can’t take it anymore.
“Hawk,” I plead, and he looks up with a mischievous smile.
“Let me grab a condom from the bathroom,” he says, and practically pours a bucket of ice-cold water on me.
“Oh, sorry, I thought you wanted to have sex tonight,” he says when he feels me stiffen.
“I do,” I say quickly.
How do you tell a man that condoms feel awful and dry you out to the point that you can’t enjoy sex, not even with lube, but that every hormonal birth control you tried so far made you bleed for months, without ruining the mood?
“I hate condoms. But I’m also not on birth control.”
“Oh, okay.” Hawk’s body relaxes under mine, which reminds me how awkward it is to have a conversation naked on a dressed lap. “I’m clean, I get tested every year as part of my physical at work, and I haven’t had any partners this year.”
My eyebrows go up.
“The hospital tested me after the kidnapping, and it’s a safe day. I should get my period in two days… If you trust me.”
“Of course, I trust you, baby,” he says matter-of-factly, and gently moves my hair away from my face.
The gesture makes my nose sting.
Stupidly, I keep talking. “I’m not trying to babytrap you.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I’d be the one babytrapping you, believe me. Would you trust me to pull out if it wasn’t a safe day?”
My answer comes without hesitation. “I would.”
“So we’re on the same page then.”
Kissing him feels more significant after this.
The fire inside me is soon reawakened, and I tug at Hawk’s pajama bottoms. He obliges me only too readily, and his stomach muscles flex impressively as he lifts his pelvis (and me) to pull his pants down to mid-thigh.
The solid curve of his hard cock twitches when I touch it. I rub my swollen, sensitive lips against it to coat it with my wetness before easing myself down on it.
I try to memorize Hawk's face when he enters me for the first time, even though the urge to close my eyes is almost overwhelming.
I gasp at the pure amazement in his expression, like he can’t believe we’re doing this.
“How are you feeling?” Hawk asks me once I’ve taken all of him.
One of his hands is on my left thigh, the other on my face. I nuzzle against his palm.
“Happy.”
The smile lights up his face. “Me too, baby.”
He rocks into me, hitting all the right spots. There’s this itch inside me, and I’m frantically trying to get some relief. He strokes my ass as he helps me ride him the way I want to.
“Like this, huh?” He asks me, and I quicken my motions in response. “Look how wet you are for me, baby; it’s all over my thighs.”
He’s gleaming with sweat, his taut muscles flexing as he pushes me closer to ecstasy with every stroke.
