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For calling on hi so

Maybe even for te him to come back to the very vessel he was denied with no explanation

But he merely strips away his clothes with the same efficiency that he used on me

Unlike Hawke, there is no doubt in aze My eyes roam over inch after inch of exposed, tanned skin and lean muscle My eyes follow the V from his lower abdomen, all the way to his cock, which is revealed to me when he pushes his jeans and underwear to the floor And when he's as naked as I am--more so if you consider ht back onto the bed, right in between s, and stretches out over my body, where he holds himself up with elbows pressed into the mattress next to my ribs

He stares at ht dances on the blue sea Such intensitysuch need and desire Such wariness I also see, but also a tiny bit of care Such euess what he could be thinking

But it becomes clear to me when he lowers hi to rest hot and heavy right at the juncture of hs His face descends slowly and his lips touch raze, to then be deepened into a full-out kiss full of lust and passion

It's on

Our hands both journey against the other's body Mine roam from muscled shoulders to his chest, down his ribs to his ass, where I dig into hiainstthe other hand down s He knows er slides insidebeacon

God, that feels good

Another finger in

Shitfeels 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 puers me

Our kissing becoles out of rowl of his own, more particularly pronounced when I pull raze the underside of the tip that's silky, wet

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"Fuck," Hawke groans 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, GodHawke," 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 yetit'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 me his mouth

I roll 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