87. Hawk
“Lift your arms, baby.”
She did, and I tugged the shirt off over her head, her hair falling back down in a golden tumble around her shoulders, the long ends just brushing the across the swell of her gorgeous tits. Tossing the shirt aside, I stared down at her, with the moonlight coating her skin in a silver glow, highlighting the fullness of those tits, the gentle curves of her hips, and the seductive softness of her belly. She was beautiful, a Renaissance painting brought to life, and I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on.
Leaning forward, I pressed my fists to the mattress beside her hips, giving her another kiss and using my body to lean hers back until she was laid flat on the bed, her feet still on the floor. Standing straight again, I stared down at her, my gaze landing on the panties she had on, an adorable pair made of pale blue cotton, dotted with...
“Are those avocados?” I asked, leaning closer to inspect.
“Yes,” she replied indignantly. “And the back says Holy Guacamole. Don’t judge me,” she added when I started to snicker. “They’re comfortable!”
“Baby,” I said, curling my fingers into the waistband of those adorable as fuck panties. “I don’t care if you’re wearing a paper sack. I still think you’re sexy as hell.” Pressing a kiss to the curve of her stomach, I rolled the panties down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor, where they landed next to my own discarded clothes. The sight had me pausing, something in my chest clenching at how our clothes looked, casually laying side by side on the floor.
It was a sight I hoped I’d get more and more of.
“Now, how about you get your sexy self up there on the bed and let me show you just how sexy I think you are.” Not needing any more convincing, Wren flipped onto her hands and knees and started scrambling up to the top of the bed, letting out a yelp when I gave her rounded ass a quick smack. “Not fast enough, baby.” Getting on the bed myself, I walked toward her on my knees, licking my lips at the way her flesh jiggled as she moved. “But I ain’t complainin’ about the view.”
“I would have reached the top faster, but your bed is so big, it needs its own zip code!” Flopping onto her back, Wren stretched her arms out to the sides in a demonstration of just how big the mattress actually was.
“You joke,” I growled, crawling over her and lowering my body against hers. “But I guarantee you we’ll make good use of every square inch of it.
“Promises, promises,” she whispered, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but kiss her again. Arching up into me so her breasts pressed against my chest, Wren deepened the kiss, one hand on the back of my head, holding me against her. Leaning down on one elbow, I slid the other down her body, loving the gasp she let out when I found her wet center.
“So wet for me, Bird,” I said, slipping first one, then two fingers inside her, making sure to press the heel of my hand against her swollen clit. “I can’t wait to feel this hot pussy wrapped around me, holding me tight.”
“Hawk,” she breathed against my lips, her other hand trailing down my chest, her fingers delicately tracing over my heated skin. “I need you.” Curling her hand around my cock, Wren gave a squeeze, then a tug, and I knew I wasn’t gonna make either of us wait any longer.
“I got you, Bird. Always.”
I hoped to fuck she knew what I meant, because my words were about so much more than the sex.
But for now, the sex was what was happening.
Grabbing her thigh, I hiked her leg up over my hip, then planted my knees on the bed between hers and rose up, smirking at the surprised look on her face. Spreading my legs, I pushed Wren’s farther apart, opening her up to me.
“Look at that,” I cooed, staring down at her glistening cunt. “Ain’t that the prettiest pussy? All wet and open just for me.” Bringing one hand to her clit, I circled the tight bud gently a few times, then increased my speed as her hips began to move, matching my rhythm with every pass. “You think you could come for me, Wren? Just like this?” She nodded, but didn’t speak, her mouth hanging open as she panted out rapid breaths. “Then let’s make that happen.” Replacing my two fingers inside her, I started a steady pace, curling them to make sure I brushed all the right spots. “I want you to grab your tits for me, baby, alright? Good girl,” I added when she hurried to comply. “Now, play with ’em. Show me how you like it.”
As I watched, Wren clutched at her boobs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh roughly, and my cock twitched at the way she looked, laid out on my bed, chasing her own pleasure.
It was intoxicating.
“That’s my girl,” I praised, speeding up the movement of my hands as she plucked and pinched her nipples. “You are so fuckin’ perfect. So goddamn sexy, taking what’s yours.” The sounds she was making were driving me wild, a symphony of moans that I would have recorded and used on a track if I didn’t hate the idea of sharing even a single one of them with anyone else.
No, everything about Wren was mine and mine alone, including the sounds she made when she came.
The moment she peaked, I had to bite my lip, the feeling of her tight inner muscles squeezing my fingers like nothing else. I worked her through it, slowing my pace as she caught her breath, until the moment her hips moved away from me, her clit likely too sensitive for me to continue.
Sliding my fingers out of her pussy, I held them up, turning my hand from side to side and admiring the way they shone with her juices before I placed them in my mouth, savoring her earthy flavor.
“Fucking perfect,” I repeated, smirking at her shocked expression. Gripping her hips I hauled her toward me, resting her butt on the tops of my thighs so that she was angled slightly. “Now, I’m gonna slide my dick into this perfect pussy, because I just don’t think I can stand another second without being inside you.”
“Yes,” she agreed, nodding her head. “I want that. Now, Hawk. Fill me up.”
Not needing any more direction, I guided my cock toward her, sliding inside and reveling at the delicious, liquid feeling of it. Once I was all the way in, our bodies as close as they could get, I paused, looking down at Wren with a smile.
“I love you, Bird,” I said, my words coming out a lot stronger than I would have anticipated. “So fuckin’ much.”
Before she could respond, I was moving. Rolling my hips, I let my body speak for me, as I thrust in and out of Wren’s welcoming body, the feeling completely indescribable.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” I said, reaching for the top of the headboard to give myself more leverage. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Bringing her legs up, Wren wrapped her ankles behind me, heels locking tight as she held me to her. Releasing one of her breasts, she dropped her hand down to her clit, her fingers frantically circling as we climbed together.
“Never enough,” she agreed, and I picked up my pace as her muscles tightened around me, letting me know she was close again.
When she came, I was right behind her, our shouts mingling in the night air that blew in from the still-open balcony doors.
Catching my breath, I laid down beside Wren, immediately curling my arm around her and pulling her against me.
We laid there for a while, content to just be, while the moon traveled across the sky above us. It was the most peace I had ever felt in my life.
“Patio doors and a full skylight above the bed?” Wren teased a while later, her voice quiet in the night. “You have quite the view from up here, Mr. Rock Star.”
“It could be your view, too, you know?”
“I know,” was all she said.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I tried to come up with the right words, the right thing to say that would convince her that we were worth taking a chance on.
“Everything I have is yours, Wren. Yours and Cooper’s. My home, my family. All of it. You can stay here with me, if that’s what you want. We’ll get Cooper set up in a good school, the one with the best volleyball team. You and me can make music all day. We’ll write a million songs, baby, about anything we want. And at night, we’ll lay here and make love under the stars, and you’ll never have to set foot in that fucking town again.”
“Hawk,” she whispered, her arm tightening around my chest as she held me tighter. “I—I’m scared.”
“I know you are, Bird. I know it, because I’m scared, too. But the thing I’m scared of is living the rest of my life without my girls by my side.” Rolling to my side, I positioned myself so that I could see her face, our bodies laying parallel to each other. “I have done a lot of shit in my life, Wren. And what I’ve learned in these last few weeks is that none of it means anything if you’re not here to share it with me. Baby, my life is crazy, and it’s about to get a whole lot crazier. And if you agree to stay, then some of that crazy will spill over onto you. But I know that we can get through anything if we do it together. Because I’ve done it alone, Wren. And so have you. And you have to believe me when I say that I never want to do that again.
“So what do you say, baby? Will you stay? Will you be here with me, wading through the crazy? Together?”
She was silent, her eyes wide as she stared at me, and for a moment, I was terrified. The thought of her turning me down was the scariest thing I’d ever contemplated in my whole fucking life.
Just as I was about to open my mouth, unsure of what else I could say but willing to try, a smile bloomed across Wren’s face, and she said the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.
“We’ll stay.”