And the one thing that kept drawing my eye, the large one between his legs, bobbed in the air, practically looking at me. It was true I’d been with a man before, but I didn’t really get to see him.
Hawk, however, stood in all his glory, smirking as I took in the sight of him. My mouth watered and my mind raced.Should I lean up and take him into my mouth? Is he waiting for me to do something? Could I even take that into my mouth? Would that girthy dick fit inside of me?
Finally, his eyes moved from mine, scaling my body. The heat of his gaze sent even more wetness to my pussy and my clitfelt like it would explode just from his stare. My breathing was ragged again, my lungs sucking in deep breaths as I awaited whatever was about to happen, desperate for his touch.
He was still unmoving besides lightly stroking himself as he grinned down at me. I was jealous of his hand and his cock at the same time. I wanted to feel both. Desire finally turned me into a madwoman and I practically begged him. “Hawk, please.”
His smile broadened and he stepped closer, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. His palm spread across my chest, and pushed me further back into the deep sofa cushion.
“Tell me what you want, wife,” he demanded as his hand brushed over my nipples one by one, a tortuous shock shooting through me each time.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “Just you. I need to feel you.”
He leaned in, kissing my mouth gently as his hands gripped my hips, then began to explore. I needed more though. I hated that I didn’t know how to articulate what I needed from him, that I didn’t understand my body enough to instruct him.
But he finally took the lead, kissing my neck before taking a nipple into his mouth and I arched against him as the sensation shot from my breast to my clit. “Hawk,” I gasped.
His hands kept exploring, and finally one was between my thighs. After a hard suckle, he popped my nipple from his mouth and said, “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
He moved further down and my legs instinctively spread wider to make room for his broad shoulders. His face was inches from my pussy, but he stopped and inhaled deeply. He growledand my hips bucked.He fucking growled.
His fingers dipped through my folds, then one pushed gently into my channel. “Oh yeah, gonna need to get you ready for me.”
My head rolled back onto the cushion. His slow ministrations sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. I was too focused on him and what he was doing to me to worry about the fact that the glaring overhead light was shining down onto my completely exposed body.
He put another finger inside, and I gasped at the fullness. As he worked them in and out, he leaned down, his lips closing around my clit. A squeal escaped my throat and my hands slammed to the sofa cushions. Removing his fingers briefly, he dragged his tongue from opening to clit, licking several times like he was enjoying an ice cream on a hot summer day.
My whole body flushed as he kept licking and sucking at the sensitive nub and put two fingers back inside. His other hand went to my breast, squeezing and rolling my nipple with his fingers.
My breaths were erratic and my hips rocked. He hummed against my pussy, his gentle sucks mixed with flicks and rolls of his tongue as his fingers pumped in and out.
Pressure built in my core as tiny mewls left me. He gradually increased the rhythm of his fingers until my channel clamped around them over and over and I moaned out loudly. “Hawk, oh my God.”
“I am your God now, Kitty Kat,” he said before giving another suckle to my clit. My legs shook, the orgasm pulsing through me. He was. He wasabsolutelymy God now. He maynot have my heart, but he damn sure could have my body.
Catching my breath, I lay as he kissed his way up my body, his fingers still inside. He took a nipple into his mouth. The sensations sent new flutters to my pussy, but I was still out of breath.
Finally, he kissed his way up to my mouth, but he stopped short. My hooded eyes were glued to his lips as he watched me.
“You ready for me?” he asked, his fingers moving out and leaving me empty.
My hips bucked toward him, needing to be full again. Nodding, I managed to whisper, “Yes, I’m ready for you.”
His tip was at my pussy, sliding through the wetness. I rocked, needing more, needing the friction but wanting him inside. My hand went between us and grasped his hard cock, positioning him at my entrance.
“Needy girl,” he said, before slowly pushing inside.
I opened my legs more, wanting him as deep as he could go. He inched inside of me slowly.
“Breathe, Kitty Kat. Relax,” he coaxed.
I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until he said that, so I blew it out and tried to relax my body. “You’re just so big,” I told him as I gripped his sides.
He pushed even further in until he was fully settled inside of me. “Well, you feel fucking perfect,” he said, his tone lower than usual. “You good?”
Nodding, I focused on breathing. “Very.”
He grinned then said, “Good,” before he began slowly moving in and out. The room was so airtight and it was so quiet, so the sound of my wet pussy being filled over and over and our bodies slapping as he picked up the pace seemed amplified. It was erotic.I loved it.
