himself to patience, knowing he had to see to her pleasure first.
Reaching beneath the hem of her nightdress, he grazed the curls at the apex of her thighs, then lightly cupped the rise of her woman’s mound, molding it.
She gave a soft gasp, but when he parted her silken folds, her thighs opened wider, unconsciously giving him better access. He ran a finger along her quivering flesh, teasing the small nub of her sex, rolling it back and forth, caressing with his circling thumb. She shivered with delight. Then he eased a finger inside her, finding a hot slick moistness and causing her to moan.
Not relenting, Hawk probed deeper, using his thumb to rub and tease. A sob of pleasure escaped her. Aheartbeat later she shuddered, her hips twisting and writhing as he stroked her to passion.
It was not long before he brought her to climax. Gripping his shoulders, she came against his hand in a rush of sensation. Hawk draped his arm around her, holding her still when she jerked against him. When it was over, she lay there unmoving, limp and sated, rapture on her exquisite face.
Eventually her eyelids fluttered open and she stared at him in wonder. She seemed stunned, dazed … perhaps because she had never climaxed before?
Hawk was pondering that intriguing question when she swallowed and spoke hoarsely. “Don’t leave me.…”
His heart melted at her pleading whisper. “I won’t. I want you too much.”
He wasn’t about to leave now. She was lush and wet and in a state of sweet sexual arousal, and his manhood was hard and near to bursting. The thought of how she would feel when he plunged inside her made his pain even worse.
“I want you, too,” she murmured almost shyly. Reaching out, she brushed his loins in a tentative exploration.
Her delicate touch made Hawk inhale, partly in surprise. Given her genteel upbringing, combined with her appearance of fragility, he would have presumed her to be an innocent. But any doubts about her experience faded when she curled her fingers around his shaft. Hawk nearly groaned.
In truth he was gratified by the bold way she fondled his body. She seemed to have forgotten all abouther nightmares, and modesty as well. It was as if the caressing darkness had cast away
her
inhibitions.
In response, Hawk crushed the last of his own resistance. Sitting up, he yanked off his dressing gown and then eased her nightdress from her body.
He hesitated a moment then, staring at her tempting form. Firm, proud breasts, slender waist, elegantly curving hips, sweet thighs, the nest of pale curls shielding her cleft.
She was slick and swollen, her pink flesh glistening in the firelight. His cock swelled in response. He wanted to remain tender, gentle, but it was damned difficult when all he could think about was losing himself inside her delectable warmth.
When she sought to pull him closer, he moved over her, easing his thighs between hers, settling his weight. Fitting himself snugly between her thighs, he let her feel the thick length of his erection.
He was breathing more rapidly now, surrounded by her scent, her taste, her texture. Yet strangely, she seemed more calm. She gazed back at him steadily, her face flushed with desire. He could see that she wanted him, would welcome him as her lover.
She was the epitome of an erotic male fantasy, offering herself to him this way.
Without further delay, he mounted her, probing her entrance with the head of his shaft, parting the tender, swollen lips of her femininity. Her cleft was slick with her moisture, reducing the friction as his cock eased in. She was tighter than he expected, though. Through his carnal haze, he noticed the slight grimace on her beautiful features.
He slid inside her as carefully as possible, and whenhe was finally sheathed, he held himself still, letting her body grow accustomed to the thickness and length of him.
She was biting her lip, but then she moved her hips slightly, as if testing the fit. When she managed a
Reaching beneath the hem of her nightdress, he grazed the curls at the apex of her thighs, then lightly cupped the rise of her woman’s mound, molding it.
She gave a soft gasp, but when he parted her silken folds, her thighs opened wider, unconsciously giving him better access. He ran a finger along her quivering flesh, teasing the small nub of her sex, rolling it back and forth, caressing with his circling thumb. She shivered with delight. Then he eased a finger inside her, finding a hot slick moistness and causing her to moan.
Not relenting, Hawk probed deeper, using his thumb to rub and tease. A sob of pleasure escaped her. Aheartbeat later she shuddered, her hips twisting and writhing as he stroked her to passion.
It was not long before he brought her to climax. Gripping his shoulders, she came against his hand in a rush of sensation. Hawk draped his arm around her, holding her still when she jerked against him. When it was over, she lay there unmoving, limp and sated, rapture on her exquisite face.
Eventually her eyelids fluttered open and she stared at him in wonder. She seemed stunned, dazed … perhaps because she had never climaxed before?
Hawk was pondering that intriguing question when she swallowed and spoke hoarsely. “Don’t leave me.…”
His heart melted at her pleading whisper. “I won’t. I want you too much.”
He wasn’t about to leave now. She was lush and wet and in a state of sweet sexual arousal, and his manhood was hard and near to bursting. The thought of how she would feel when he plunged inside her made his pain even worse.
“I want you, too,” she murmured almost shyly. Reaching out, she brushed his loins in a tentative exploration.
Her delicate touch made Hawk inhale, partly in surprise. Given her genteel upbringing, combined with her appearance of fragility, he would have presumed her to be an innocent. But any doubts about her experience faded when she curled her fingers around his shaft. Hawk nearly groaned.
In truth he was gratified by the bold way she fondled his body. She seemed to have forgotten all abouther nightmares, and modesty as well. It was as if the caressing darkness had cast away
her
inhibitions.
In response, Hawk crushed the last of his own resistance. Sitting up, he yanked off his dressing gown and then eased her nightdress from her body.
He hesitated a moment then, staring at her tempting form. Firm, proud breasts, slender waist, elegantly curving hips, sweet thighs, the nest of pale curls shielding her cleft.
She was slick and swollen, her pink flesh glistening in the firelight. His cock swelled in response. He wanted to remain tender, gentle, but it was damned difficult when all he could think about was losing himself inside her delectable warmth.
When she sought to pull him closer, he moved over her, easing his thighs between hers, settling his weight. Fitting himself snugly between her thighs, he let her feel the thick length of his erection.
He was breathing more rapidly now, surrounded by her scent, her taste, her texture. Yet strangely, she seemed more calm. She gazed back at him steadily, her face flushed with desire. He could see that she wanted him, would welcome him as her lover.
She was the epitome of an erotic male fantasy, offering herself to him this way.
Without further delay, he mounted her, probing her entrance with the head of his shaft, parting the tender, swollen lips of her femininity. Her cleft was slick with her moisture, reducing the friction as his cock eased in. She was tighter than he expected, though. Through his carnal haze, he noticed the slight grimace on her beautiful features.
He slid inside her as carefully as possible, and whenhe was finally sheathed, he held himself still, letting her body grow accustomed to the thickness and length of him.
She was biting her lip, but then she moved her hips slightly, as if testing the fit. When she managed a
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