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God, that feels good
Another finger in
Shit…feels really, really good
I slipfor space until I find his cock So thick, satiny I always loved the feel of it in ive it a few rough pu becoles out of rowl of his own, more particularly pronounced when I pull raze the underside of the tip that’s silky, wet
His fingersainst hiroans as he rears up, kicking his legs out to spread mine further Tiny ripples of anticipation race up h stroke, which is sexy as hell, and then place the tip right at htly when his gaze flicks to the left to look at the rose tattoo He doesn’t giveand hooking it around his waist, ht
Hawke’s hands then go to the mattress, and with a sharp punch of his hips, he drives into me
"Oh, God…Hawke," I ust of air whispers out of his lips and he drops his forehead to s, who knows--then he starts
It’s just like old times, and yet…it’s different We’re frenzied in our need as we continue to touch each other His hand to my breast, mine to his ass to help keep his strokes steady and deep Yet, there’s also a reservation on his part… himself in the moment
My sad and sore heart knows this is because he’s afraid of giving as the release apparently as badly as I do
"Kissmy hands to his cheeks He raises his forehead froives ainst his, and he responds in kind Steady, deep thrusts of tongue and cock, al beco close I know this so well about him He slips a hand in between our bodies, presses and then rubs against ass to life within me I cry into hishim to ram deeper He tears his lips froroan as he grinds his pelvis againstclit
I feel hi the first ti on my birth control The unbelievable closeness I felt to him in that moment, actually replicated here, and I can’t find it within me to even question the haste by which we just had sex with no protection
With a long huff of breath against my neck, Hawke pushes up and rolls off me For a briefme into the side of his body He liftsme half onto his chest His other hand cos it to ainst his sternu to his heartbeat start to slohile warm fluid leaks out of me I’m completely spent, entirely boneless I couldn’t move if I wanted to, and I don’t want to