His cock bobbed up, and she had a momentary qualm. Could she do this?
“Sugar, we can stop. Or hands—”
“Aren’t we a pair, worrying over each other.” And wasn’t that what love was about?
Wait—no. She didn’t have that thought. That word didn’t belong in her vocabulary any longer, not when applied to an adult male.
She shook the thought out of her head and ran her hands up his legs, feeling the thickened skin of a scar that ran from calf to thigh. Her fingers paused in awe, in respect. He’d had a hard life—and somehow had still preserved the gentleness in his heart.
Yes, she could do this.
Bending, she kissed his flat abs, then wrapped her hand around his erection. He was a bit longer than what she was familiar with and definitely thicker. His cock totally matched his build. Velvety smooth skin lay taut over the iron shaft beneath, and bulging veins ran upward to a thick helmet with a spongier texture.
Smiling, she used both hands, up and down, teasing him as he’d teased her—and then she swung a leg over him and moved on top.
Jesus, the woman was going to kill him.
Hawk froze as Kit straddled him, one knee on either side of his hips. Her wet, hot pussy flattened his dick before she raised up and curled her fingers around him. She positioned his shaft right there at her entrance.
“Kit.” His voice sounded as if he’d eaten rocks for supper.
A shiver ran through her, even as she tightened her hand around him. “If I need you to, you’ll stop. I know you will.”
Her trust in his honor flattened him. “Always.”
“Um, and if you need to stop, it’s fine too.”
Damn. The discovery that she didn’t need him to be invincible was startling.
Freeing.
Pulling in a breath, he studied her face. “How about a kiss first?”
Her laugh was a bit high, then she abandoned his dick to lean forward and kiss him again. Her pussy pressed him down, warming him with future promises. Her mouth was soft, and as he roamed his hands over her hips, her ass, and the sides of her breasts, her breathing sped back up.
There was that wiggle again. One of these days, he’d bury his face in that pussy and really make her squirm.
By the time he finished kissing her, she was several degrees warmer in his arms.
Sitting up, she lifted her ass and, once again, gripped his dick.
An inch went in, two inches. She came to a full stop, sucking air as if she’d run a mile.
“Slow as you want,” he reminded her. “Or we can quit.”
He had too many of his own memories of his father’s beatings. Of being helpless. Whatever she needed, he’d do. He rested his hands on her thighs and waited.
He’d wait forever if that was what the music called for.
“It’s weird, Hawk. I want you so bad I ache, and then I get scared, and then I want you.” Her lips pressed together, and she lowered herself—no, she fucking dropped right onto his cock.
They both gasped.
Jesus fuck, she was hot and wet and tight, and his dick had just hit heaven. Her cunt made small ripples, adjusting to his size—and bathing him in velvety heat.
“Ooooh, yes,” she whispered and started to lean down.
Which swung her beautifully plump breasts right into his waiting hands. As he fondled her and rolled her nipples gently, her pussy tightened on him like a fist.
When he didn’t move, her impatient squirming made him grin—and wait for her to do something about it.
She didn’t. “Hawk… Can you…can I be on the bottom? Only I’m not sure I can.”
“We’ll try it.” Slowly, carefully, he rolled them over and braced himself above her, still deep inside. “You with me? Look at me.”
Her gaze lifted, her eyes wide and vulnerable, and he held perfectly still, despite the way his cock was demanding action.
“Breathe, sugar. Nothing happens until you say.”
Staring into his eyes, she pulled in a breath. The next one was deeper.
He nuzzled her cheek, remembering the techniques he used when he hit the wall. “What do you smell?”
“You,” she whispered, then giggled. “We both smell like peppermint and wood smoke.”
“What do you hear?”
Her eyes unfocused for a second. “The little waterfall. Wind in the trees. No bears.”
“No bears,” he agreed. “What’s under your hands?”
“Your shoulders.” Her palms slid down his arms, over his biceps, back up to his shoulders. “I like your muscles.”
When she beamed up at him, he chuckled. The release of intense fear could take a brain off-line, almost like being drunk.
“Wiggle your toes.” When she did, he touched her cheek. “Now wiggle something else.”
She giggled and did, making his dick one very happy body part.
Damn, but he needed to move.
Feeling her slender body beneath him, seeing her gorgeous eyes, feeling her heat surrounding his shaft left him in awe. Her need for him was honest, her trust humbling, and, once again, he tightened his grip on his control.
Resting his weight on one elbow, he played with one sweet breast. The way she sucked air in at his touch was simply fucking great.
“Ready for me to move?” He tugged on her tightly bunched nipple.
“Move,” she whispered.
He balanced carefully, keeping his weight off her, staying low enough he could feel the heat of her body, could brush his chest against her breasts.
Slowly, he pulled out, then slid in, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. “Fuck, you feel good,” he growled and bent down to nuzzle her temple.
Out, in. He picked up speed in the most gradual of increments. Oh yeah, it was all good.
And different. Maybe because he was so intently present and focused on her every breath. When her eyes started to close, and her breathing quickened, he knew. When her cunt tightened around him, he grinned and increased his force slightly, then lifted enough he could slide a hand between them.
His hand was almost too big, but when his fingers found her slick little clit, she gasped. Her ass rose, pinning his hand, but he managed to get in a few strokes before her cunt fisted around his cock.
He could feel her body shake as the waves of her climax crashed over her.
His dick took over then—and he kept it within bounds, thrusting fast, but not hard, feeling her tighten and loosen around him. The heat in his balls grew to searing before boiling up and through his cock. He went rigid as the sensations grew unbearable before shooting out in hard spasms of pleasure.
He started to relax, caught himself, and rolled onto his back so she was on top.
And look, he had himself a limp, satisfied, warm blanket of woman.
Smiling, he tugged her sleeping bag over them both, then kissed the top of her head, not finding any words to go with the gesture.
There was a deep satisfaction in knowing she understood anyway.
Using filtered water, Hawk had made her coffee.
Yes, he was pretty much perfect. On a camp chair beside the small crackling woodfire, Kit tipped her head back and watched sunlight spill over the mountain peaks into their small valley. So beautiful.
With a contented sigh, she scooped up another bite from her bowl. The rolled oats were sweet with honey and dried fruit with tons of walnuts and almonds. Instead of eating it dry, she’d followed Hawk’s lead, pouring some of her thoroughly-creamed coffee into the bowl. It was just plain yummy. “Who made the granola?”