I’d had enough restraint to last me a lifetime.
I opened my thighs for him and he groaned as he sank more deeply against my pussy, then trailed kisses down my neck and chest, lingering long enough over my tits to take one in my mouth.
I arched my back as he sucked, wrapping my calves around his, growing hunger beating at my core.
“Fuck.” He pulled back and I noticed he was shaking. “Fuck.”
He kissed his way over my stomach, closing his teeth over my flash and biting hard enough to make gasp.
Then he kneeled between my legs, pushingly my thighs apart, exposing me completely. My cunt throbbed at the sight of him between my legs, his huge dick erect and swollen between his muscular thighs.
He reached down to run his fingers through my folds. “Fuck, Cass. You’re so wet.”
I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d been wet for the last three weeks, ever since he’d knelt at my feet to lick my pussy inthe tunnels. I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d been dying for this moment, dying to feel his naked body on mine, his cock inside me.
He got onto his stomach and I felt his breath blow across my desperate cunt. “I’ve been dreaming about this sweet little pussy,” he said, sliding his fingers through my folds. “One little taste was never going to be enough.”
I moaned as he ran his tongue through my slit, closing my eyes and grabbing not his hair as she covered my pussy with the slippery heat of his mouth.
He lavished attention on my clit, licking and lapping until I lifted my hips off the bed, desperate for more, an orgasm blooming at my center.
His head moved in a frenzy as we worked me with his mouth, his fingers teasing my entrance, just enough to make me even hungrier for him to fill me.
“Hawk…” I rode his mouth, reaching for the orgasm even as I tried to hold it off, wanting it but also wanting to make it last.
I was in another world. Nothing existed outside the shadowed light in my bedroom, Hawk between my thighs, our bodies reaching for each other like trees to the sun.
He took his mouth off my pussy. “Jesus fuck… I want to make you come with my mouth but the fucking will be better for you if you don’t.”
He stood, leaving me trembling on the bed, and ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck… fuck…”
He bent for his jeans and dug out his wallet, then removed a condom. He tore it open with his teeth and tossed the wrapper aside, then climbed back onto the bed between my thighs.
I watched as he rolled it on his thick shaft, marveling that there was even a condom big enough to do the job.
Then he stretched out over my body and looked down at me, the head of his dick nudging my clit.
“I don’t know how to be gentle.” There was torment in his voice.
“I’m so tired of gentle.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs and he sank deeper against me. “Just fuck me, Hawk. Please.”
He let out something like a growl and drove into me hard and fast.
I gasped against a burst of pain — a sting, a slap, and ache.
He kissed me long and slow, his whole body shaking with restraint as I stretched to accommodate him.
Then the familiar spark of impending orgasm throbbed between my thighs and I started to move my hips, reaching for more.
He dragged out of me with a groan, then plunged back in.
I cried out with the pleasure of it. This was what I had craved: completion.
He filled me up, stretching me wide, pushing all the way inside me until there was no separation between Hawk and me, until our bodies were so molded together it seemed impossible that they had every been a part.
He drove into me again and again, and I met every thrust of his hips with thrusts of my own, rising to meet him, rocking against him to get the friction on my clit that I craved until my impending orgasm was undeniable.
He must have felt it because he moved faster.
