That sounds pretty great to me, too, and I’m more than ready for him.
It’s an awkward angle, but I pull my hand from his sweats, giving his shoulder a shove.
Hawk’s forearm digs into my hip, tugging me with him as he rolls over onto his back. I end up on mine next to him as he yanks his hand from my sex.
I take the opportunity to roll over onto him.
One of these days, I’m going to get the hang of being graceful and sexy, but today is not that day. Still, I manage to sit on Hawk’s lower stomach. I’d love to position my pussy over his impressive cock, but the height difference makes that impossible if I want to be able to kiss him.
And I really just need to kiss him right now.
Ripping the shirt off over my head, I plant my hands on Hawk’s chest and lean in, attacking his mouth.
His fluffy beard brushes my skin as he plants a hand on my ass. The other moves to cradle my head. I might be on top of him, but having him wrapped around me signals to my instincts that I’m safe and protected. It gives me permission to get lost to the meeting of our mouths.
He nips at my lower lip, and a sexy growl rattles out of his chest.
The height difference is hot when I’m standing next to him, but it’s not so fun during sexy times. At least, not in this position. Even when I stretch out as much as possible, I can only grind over his crown if I want to continue kissing him.
The cramping in my abdomen signals it’s more important to get him inside me. He went to bed without a shirt, and it’s a little alarming how cool his skin feels compared to mine.
Groaning against his lips, I pull back and whisper, “I need you.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You have me,” he says, nuzzling his nose to mine.
He’s so easy to believe.
I’ll never get tired of his steady comfort.
Though, right now, I need to prove exactly how much I crave him sexually.
I crawl down his body, noting the smattering of dark hair that covers his chest. There’s even a happy trail leading down his lower stomach and into the waistband of his pants.
I tug his sweats to his knees, and Hawk finishes the job, kicking out of them.
I settle over him once more, and this time my lower lips perfectly frame the underside of his cock. He’s so much harder than when I tried to jerk him, and I shiver as his crown bumps my swollen nub.
Heat pulses under my skin, and I bring a hand to my stomach, pushing against the ache. Reaching between us, I grab his shaft and move his tip to my opening.
“I need you to go slow.” Hawk meets my eyes, and the way his brow furrows proves how serious he is. “It might sting, and I don’t want you to feel obligated to keep going if it hurts. I’ll find other ways to make you come.”
Anxiety pulses in my chest.
He really is thick.
It could hurt.
I still don’t see myself stopping. He’s too sweet, and I want him too badly to ruin the moment.
I sink down on his cock, and my pussy spasms like it’s searching for a knot. It only succeeds in making me tighter, which seems really fucking counterproductive considering the circumstances.
There’s no pain.
It’s more like being stretched to capacity. Rising and falling over him, I plant a hand on his chest, leaning toward him at an angle. It makes my breasts bounce, and my nipples tighten as I leak around his swollen length.
“You good?” Hawk asks softly, cupping the back of my head.
I nod. “You feel amazing.”
