Page 7 of Hawk on the Hunt

She let out a deep breath, and he hummed contentedly.

“Oh, baby, I missed this. I missed you,” he murmured.

She lifted her head. “You should have come back earlier.”

“Forgive me?”

Her forehead creased. “I shouldn’t. You hurt me.”

Dylan brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “I know. And I’m prepared to do anything to win your forgiveness.” Even if that made him sound pussy-whipped, because for Zara, he would grovel without hesitation.

She paused for a few seconds. “Don’t leave.”

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Zara felt something warm cradling her body, and tried to sink deeper into the wonderful dream of waking up in Dylan’s arms. It was a dream she often had, though this time it felt more real, more intense. She inhaled the scent that was pure man and wiggled against the warmth at her back. A breath of air brushed over her neck, and lips pressed soft kisses to it, while beard stubble tingled her skin.

“Good morning, Zara.”

She gasped and opened her eyes, awake in an instant. This wasn’t a dream. Dylan was really here, in her bed, naked, and judging by what she felt rubbing against her backside, ready for sex.

“Dylan!” She turned her head to look at him. “You’re here.”

“I promised you I wouldn’t leave.” He smiled, while he gripped her thigh and lifted it so he could slide into place. “I have to go meet somebody at nine, but I have just enough time left for this.”

He slowly drove into her from behind, making her gasp at the welcome invasion. “Oh, Dylan…”

“I’ve got you, babe,” he whispered into her ear as he began to move back and forth in a slow tempo. “Just relax.”

He cupped one breast with his hand and kneaded it. Her nipples instantly turned into hard pebbles. Zara reached back, placing her hand on his hip to urge him to take her harder. They’d both always enjoyed making love in the morning, and she’d missed this, missed waking up with Dylan in her bed, and his big body cradling her.

“I missed you,” he whispered, while he continued thrusting his hard-on into her without missing a beat. “The thought of you making love to another man nearly killed me every day.”

Zara slid her hand to his ass to intensify his next thrust. “After I broke it off with Tim, I didn’t… I couldn’t…” She hadn’t had sex in a long time, because she hadn’t been attracted to anybody.

“Oh Zara, are you saying…?”

She cast a look over her shoulder, meeting his gaze. She didn’t have to answer his question, because his eyes told her that he understood. He lifted his hand from her breast and brushed his knuckles over her cheek. The tenderness of his gesture surprised her. While Dylan had always been a considerate man, he’d rarely shown the kind of tenderness he was revealing now. But before she could say anything else, he began to plunge into her harder and faster.

His breathing became ragged, and perspiration built on his skin. She allowed herself to be swept away by the passion he shared with her, reveling in the knowledge that she could still arouse him to the point where he was close to losing his control. She knew it, because he now slid his hand down to her pussy and caressed her clit with rapid movements of his index finger, setting her body on fire. She moaned out her pleasure, loving the way he took her from behind, his thick cock stretching her to capacity, while rubbing her clit with expert precision.

They moved in sync now, and she didn’t even know where her body ended and his began. She felt every fiber of her body, and the connection they’d always had. She sensed how close he was to his orgasm, yet he continued to caress her without rushing her to the finish line. He’d always done that, always made sure she climaxed before him, and she’d always loved that about him.

“Fuck, babe,” he let out on a breath. “I can’t hold on any longer.”

She placed her hand over his, guiding his finger on her clit to adjust his rhythm slightly, and let out a relieved sigh, when she suddenly felt the dawning of her orgasm. “Almost, baby,” she whispered.

Two seconds later, she felt the waves of her orgasm race through her body and explode outward. She let go of Dylan’s hand, and on his next thrust, Dylan moaned out loud. A moment later, she felt the hot spray of his semen fill her, making every subsequent thrust even smoother. A shudder ran through her body, and Dylan hugged her closer to him, panting heavily.

“Fuck!”

She smiled and let out a breath of relief. She hadn’t felt so sated and relaxed in a long time. “Mmm.” When she turned her head slightly, she caught sight of the clock on her bedside table.

“Crap!” She shot up to sit.

“What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t help but notice Dylan casting quick looks at the door, then at the window, as if he was expecting an intruder.