This fuels him on and makes him bolder. He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then my jaw. “I seem to remember you and I having a certain fondness for fucking in the great outdoors.”
“Yes we did,” I whisper as his lips go to my neck, my one great weakness to his powers of persuasion.
“Feeling adventurous?” he asks before scraping his teeth along my skin.
“Always with you,” I tell him with naked honesty. “Always.”
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and then his hands are everywhere.
First a firm grip to my jaw to hold me steady, followed by another deep kiss.
His body moves over me, nudging my legs apart. He settles on top, presses his hardness to me, and grinds while never taking his mouth from mine. The next few moments are defined by one very long kiss that has no breath in between but fractures into jolts of lust as his hands start to roam. Up my shirt, under my bra, squeezing and pinching.
My hands have no choice but to reciprocate. I stroke the long, hard lines of his back. Slip my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and dig them down into his ass. His breath fans out harshly as I rotate my hips under him, both of us wordlessly egging the other on.
Our touches become aggressive, almost frantic. Shoes get kicked off, buttons get popped, and clothes start to be shed. The crisp air is a welcome relief to my heated and sensitive skin, and when Hawke’s hand goes in between my legs, I arch up into him hard. With his fingers inside of me and his teeth to one of my nipples, my first orgasm crashes into me hard. My hands tear at his long hair, then press down on his head to hold him to my breast while my body shudders.
“So sexy,” he murmurs as he pushes up, both his hands coming to rest near my hips. He looks down at me and says, “Raise your legs, baby. Spread them wide for me.”
I obey and reach my hand down to circle around his long, thick erection. I rub my thumb over the tip, feel the wet, and guide him to me. With a loud huff of breath, Hawke pushes inside and I melt around him so we become one.
Slowly he moves in and out of me. One hand grips on to mine with fingers interlaced. His lips rest against mine, lightly brushing back and forth while his cock moves deeper and deeper.
“Feel good?” he asks, and it’s a stupid question. As if my moans and grunts aren’t enough of an answer, but he wants to hear it. He wants the validation.
“Feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before.” That’s the God’s honest truth. Right now, in this moment, something is different between us. Maybe it’s the tension of my dad’s illness being released, or that we’ve finally been able to move past the bitterness, but all of a sudden this feels new and monumental to me.
Hawke likes my answer, pumps hard into me a few more times, and then surprises me by rolling. His hands expertly grip my hips, slinging me on top and never losing a fraction of an inch within me. It takes me no more than a second to get my bearings before I start to ride him.
I’m not sure if my eyes are adjusting to the dark or I’m just seeing things clearer, but Hawke’s gaze upon me is intense with emotion. He bites his lower lip, his hands on my hips urging me to go faster and harder on him. He groans and grunts with every downward push, racing along with me on this highway of sizzling sex and lust.
“I’m going to come again,” I gasp as he hits me extra deep and I feel the telltale prickles in my lower back and between my legs.
Hawke likes that proclamation too, because he knifes upward into a sitting position, his long legs stretched out. He wraps my legs around his back, places his strong hands under my ass, and presses his chest into mine. Then with the strength of his upper arms, he propels me along, bouncing me up and down on his shaft until I’m starting to mewl like a kitten in need.
“Come on, Vale,” he urges me. “Want you to come all around me. Let me feel it. Let my cock feel it. Give it to me.”
With every word he utters, my orgasm pulses…breaks free.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this so goddamn much,” Hawke groans, and with those words, just from the mere emotion and gravity of what they mean to me, I scream out my release. He pulls me up by my hips one last time, slams me back downward as his hips punch up, and goes deeper into me than he ever has before.
He goes straight to my soul as he starts to come inside of me.
His face drops to my shoulder and he moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck that’s good. So fucking good.”
He pulses and shivers in my arms. My body shudders with overwhelming physical and emotional release. My heart splits wide open, right down the middle, and I’m flooded with such passionate feeling for this man that I do the only thing that can possibly be done in this moment.
I brush my lips against his temple and whisper, “I love you, Hawke.”
Letting out a long exhale of relief that I’ve said what’s been in my heart for probably forever, I pull back and look at him with a soft smile. I expect the words to come back to me at any moment. I expect his mouth to curve up gently and with appreciation for my honesty in helping to move us back to that special place we once inhabited.
Instead, his head sort of jerks back in surprise and his brow furrows into a pained wince of an expression. He opens his mouth to say something, and when nothing comes out, my stomach drops in keen disappointment. Hawke drops his gaze, down and to the left, staring aimlessly at the blanket and discarded paper cups.
While his hands are still resting softly on my hips and he’s still hard within me and buried deep, I feel exquisite emptiness make a hollow cavern out of my chest.
“Yes we did,” I whisper as his lips go to my neck, my one great weakness to his powers of persuasion.
“Feeling adventurous?” he asks before scraping his teeth along my skin.
“Always with you,” I tell him with naked honesty. “Always.”
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and then his hands are everywhere.
First a firm grip to my jaw to hold me steady, followed by another deep kiss.
His body moves over me, nudging my legs apart. He settles on top, presses his hardness to me, and grinds while never taking his mouth from mine. The next few moments are defined by one very long kiss that has no breath in between but fractures into jolts of lust as his hands start to roam. Up my shirt, under my bra, squeezing and pinching.
My hands have no choice but to reciprocate. I stroke the long, hard lines of his back. Slip my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and dig them down into his ass. His breath fans out harshly as I rotate my hips under him, both of us wordlessly egging the other on.
Our touches become aggressive, almost frantic. Shoes get kicked off, buttons get popped, and clothes start to be shed. The crisp air is a welcome relief to my heated and sensitive skin, and when Hawke’s hand goes in between my legs, I arch up into him hard. With his fingers inside of me and his teeth to one of my nipples, my first orgasm crashes into me hard. My hands tear at his long hair, then press down on his head to hold him to my breast while my body shudders.
“So sexy,” he murmurs as he pushes up, both his hands coming to rest near my hips. He looks down at me and says, “Raise your legs, baby. Spread them wide for me.”
I obey and reach my hand down to circle around his long, thick erection. I rub my thumb over the tip, feel the wet, and guide him to me. With a loud huff of breath, Hawke pushes inside and I melt around him so we become one.
Slowly he moves in and out of me. One hand grips on to mine with fingers interlaced. His lips rest against mine, lightly brushing back and forth while his cock moves deeper and deeper.
“Feel good?” he asks, and it’s a stupid question. As if my moans and grunts aren’t enough of an answer, but he wants to hear it. He wants the validation.
“Feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before.” That’s the God’s honest truth. Right now, in this moment, something is different between us. Maybe it’s the tension of my dad’s illness being released, or that we’ve finally been able to move past the bitterness, but all of a sudden this feels new and monumental to me.
Hawke likes my answer, pumps hard into me a few more times, and then surprises me by rolling. His hands expertly grip my hips, slinging me on top and never losing a fraction of an inch within me. It takes me no more than a second to get my bearings before I start to ride him.
I’m not sure if my eyes are adjusting to the dark or I’m just seeing things clearer, but Hawke’s gaze upon me is intense with emotion. He bites his lower lip, his hands on my hips urging me to go faster and harder on him. He groans and grunts with every downward push, racing along with me on this highway of sizzling sex and lust.
“I’m going to come again,” I gasp as he hits me extra deep and I feel the telltale prickles in my lower back and between my legs.
Hawke likes that proclamation too, because he knifes upward into a sitting position, his long legs stretched out. He wraps my legs around his back, places his strong hands under my ass, and presses his chest into mine. Then with the strength of his upper arms, he propels me along, bouncing me up and down on his shaft until I’m starting to mewl like a kitten in need.
“Come on, Vale,” he urges me. “Want you to come all around me. Let me feel it. Let my cock feel it. Give it to me.”
With every word he utters, my orgasm pulses…breaks free.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this so goddamn much,” Hawke groans, and with those words, just from the mere emotion and gravity of what they mean to me, I scream out my release. He pulls me up by my hips one last time, slams me back downward as his hips punch up, and goes deeper into me than he ever has before.
He goes straight to my soul as he starts to come inside of me.
His face drops to my shoulder and he moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck that’s good. So fucking good.”
He pulses and shivers in my arms. My body shudders with overwhelming physical and emotional release. My heart splits wide open, right down the middle, and I’m flooded with such passionate feeling for this man that I do the only thing that can possibly be done in this moment.
I brush my lips against his temple and whisper, “I love you, Hawke.”
Letting out a long exhale of relief that I’ve said what’s been in my heart for probably forever, I pull back and look at him with a soft smile. I expect the words to come back to me at any moment. I expect his mouth to curve up gently and with appreciation for my honesty in helping to move us back to that special place we once inhabited.
Instead, his head sort of jerks back in surprise and his brow furrows into a pained wince of an expression. He opens his mouth to say something, and when nothing comes out, my stomach drops in keen disappointment. Hawke drops his gaze, down and to the left, staring aimlessly at the blanket and discarded paper cups.
While his hands are still resting softly on my hips and he’s still hard within me and buried deep, I feel exquisite emptiness make a hollow cavern out of my chest.
