“You are so beautiful.” Cupping the back of her head, I meet her lips with mine. Gently I trail my hand over her shoulder and down her body to her breast. Kissing a trail down the side of her neck, over her shoulder, I follow the same path.
So soft, so sweet. Mine.
Plumping her breast with my hand, I run a thumb over her hardened, dusty rose nipple before leaning down to suckle. She gasps and thrusts her hip against mine.
“You like that?”
“Yes. More. Harder.”
Oh fuck, she’s a talker. She’s gonna own me. I give her what she wants. Moving down her body I shift her until her legs are over my shoulders as if she’s sitting in a chair. Her gasp when I lick up her pussy shoots a flame to my cock.
“Yes. Oh my god, yes!”
So sweet, and her cries of pleasure shoot straight to my cock. “Talk to me. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“There. Yes, right there. Harder. Oh, Hawke it feels so good. More. Suck harder. Yes. Oh yes, that feels so good.” Working two fingers in her channel, I give her what she wants. Seconds later I feel her orgasm hit.
Cuddling her to my chest, I hold her as she comes down. So responsive, so honest, so beautiful. How did a man like me ever get so lucky?
CHAPTER 10
Delaney ‘Laney’
He’s rolled to his back and has me resting against his chest, my thigh with the injured hip resting over his body to stabilize the injury and angle. It’s like he’s studied me, memorizing the best way to hold me, touch me. Love me.
“Hawke, I want you. I want all of you. I want you in me. Please, Hawke.”
“Will you trust me? I think the best way this first time is for you to kneel and hold on to the headboard. Then I can hold you up to keep the pressure off.”
“Mmm, doggie style. That always looked fun.”
“Huh?”
“Hawke, I’m not a little girl. I’ve been to college and believe me you can see a lot under the bleachers. I’ve read romances and watched a little porn to get myself off. There are several things I want to try.”
He runs a hand down his face. “You’re killing me here.”
“No. I just want to make us both feel good.”
“Oh babe, you make me feel good.” He slaps my ass just hard enough to get my attention. “Get in position.”
He grabs a condom while I reposition. I can’t believe this is real. I’ve dreamed, hoped for so long. I look over my shoulder and whisper, “Hawke?”
He meets my gaze with concern and hesitates.
“I love you, Hawke. You are the only one I’ve ever wanted. Will ever want.”
Leaning over me, he kisses my cheek then my ear. “I love you, too, Laney. Only you. Forever. Marry me when this is over.”
“Yes.” He seals our promise with a kiss.
“If this starts to hurt or you get uncomfortable just tell me. You’re in control.”
Grabbing the headboard I nod.
He smooths his big hands over my hips, molding and stroking my buttocks. His hands are calloused and I’ve seen the knife scars on his fingertips. The way they feel sliding over my flesh so gently, carefully, telling in their strength yet stimulating in their coarseness.
He teases my clit until I’m begging, before slipping one finger then two into my channel.
