Her eyes searched his. Until… “Oh,” she breathed out, the heat rising in her cheeks.
He grinned in response. “A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”
She playfully leaned against the counter, gripping the edge and replied, “What type of punishment will I receive?”
“Hmmm…” he murmured, closing the gap between them.
A hairsbreadth away from her, he tugged her close. He traced the delicate lines of her jaw, neck, and collarbone. The soft moans that escaped her lips sent heat roaring into his groin. He was sure that single sound could ruin him.
Taking his time, he slowly pulled the sweatshirt over her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her perky breasts. His fingers brushed against her silky skin as he trailed kisses down her neck, earning a gasp.
“Hawke,” she moaned, arching into his touch, eagerly wanting more.
“Not yet, Red,” he said against her skin. “This is a punishment, remember?”
With a grin, he positioned her so that she was bent over the kitchen island, her hips pressed against the cool surface, arms outstretched on either side of her. He traced a path down her spine, stopping as he tugged her sweats and panties down, until she was stepping out them.
Trailing his fingernails down her spine, he took a moment to admire her.Fucking stunning.He rested his hand on her lower back and kicked her legs open. A shudder ran through her as his hand came down in a quick slap on one cheek and then the other.
Again… and again, he continued, until her bottom was warm to his touch, and she was moaning, wiggling against him.
His cock twitched in his pants as he nudged her legs wider, exposing her fully. He danced his fingers up her inner thigh, meeting her hot pussy, finding her soaking wet. “You have no idea how fucking crazy you make me,” he groaned.
Her throaty moan was her response.
He gave her one more hard spank, and she gasped loudly, a shivering mess of need, as he soothingly kissed the redness left behind. Another moan later, and then he stepped back. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes dark with desire, mirroring his own.
He couldn’t help but brush his lips against her neck, tasting the sweetness of her skin as he breathed in her unique scent. His lips found hers again, this time with more urgency. Their tongues tangled together, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths.
His hand trailed down to cup her sweet ass, pulling her body flush against his. He could feel the warmth seeping through her, igniting a fire within him. She moaned softly against his mouth, her hands tracing his jawline before threading her fingers through his hair, and he devoured the sound, deepening the kiss.
Until her perfect mouth tempted him formore.
He pulled away suddenly, both breathless. He unbuckled his belt and let his clothing fall to the floor, his rock-hard erection springing free. She didn’t hesitate, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking skillfully, teasing the head with her thumb. He released a deep groan, his hips jerking forward in response.
“Get on your knees for me, Red,” he commanded softly.
Doing as he asked, she sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. He ran his hands through her hair, guiding her up and down as she took him deeper, her throat working to take every inch.
When she sucked deep, he groaned louder this time, thrusting his hips toward her hungrily. She moved faster, her mouth working up and down along his shaft. Every inch of him was wet and hot, and he couldn’t get enough. Her tongue swirled around the head, circling the sensitive spot, and his eyes rolled back into his head. His muscles tensed, his skin flush with pleasure. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”
She increased the pressure, taking him all the way down her throat. His moans grew louder, more urgent. Until his balls tightened. He stepped back, yanking himself from her reach.
“I need you,” he growled, helping to her feet, bending her back over the counter. “Now.”
She arched into him, a soft gasp escaping her lips. “Then take me.”
Once he sheathed himself in a condom from his wallet, his breath fanned across her skin, and she shivered against him. “What do you want, Red?” he murmured.
“Fuck me hard,” she begged, wiggling against him.
He didn’t need another invitation. He pinned her against the island, and she gasped as he entered her, filling her with one hard thrust.
He pulled her wrists closer together, pinning them behind her back, as he began thrusting harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, filling it with an almost primal intensity.
His thrusts became fast, furious, desperate. Their breathing mirrored each other’s, their gasps filling the small space between them. His lips found her neck, his teeth grazing the tender flesh there, marking her as his. She moaned, pushing back against him, demanding more.
She thrust her hips up, meeting his every stroke, grinding against him.
