*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Unwrapping Gifts

Hawks set Misaki down on the side of his bed and announced, "We have arrived at your destination! My bed."

She laughed, removing her coat and flight gear before reaching down to unclasp the straps on her heels and kick them off. "You're such a cheeseball."

He swiftly shucked his jacket and gear, kicking off his own shoes before laying her down beneath him on the bed and asking, "Now what?"

She blinked up at him incredulously. "What, you want directions? Haven't we done this enough that you know what you're doing by now?"

He stared down at her sardonically as he replied, "I know what to do, Misa-chan. I just meant if you wanted anything special?"

She bit her lip and slid her gaze to the side. "Well..."

He cocked an eyebrow at her reaction and sat back onto his knees, crossing his arms, and observing aloud, "That face tells me you've been thinking about this for a while. I had no idea you were so dissatisfied with our love making."

She shot up from the bed, tucking her legs under her to the side and leaning forward on her hands as she asserted, "I'm not, that's not it!"

He reached out to grip her upper arms and reassured her, "I'm kidding."

Pulling her toward him, he sat down on the edge of the bed and settled her sideways in his lap before wrapping his arms around her waist. Tilting his head, he regarded her curiously. "You've got something on your mind though. Too embarrassing to admit to? You have some kind of off the wall kink you've never told me about?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her eyes slightly. "I'm not sure I'd call it "off the wall" or anything. But as far as positions go..."

He shot her an incredulous look, cocking an eyebrow as he asked hesitantly, "Position? Like the Kama Sutra?"

She tilted her head and sneered at him, "Nothing that complicated, get your mind out of the gutter. I just mean, in all the times we've been intimate, we've never done it, you know... Doggie style."

His eyes widened. The way she'd forced out those last two words pulled at the part of him that loved to tease her, and he couldn't stop himself from saying, "Say that again."

"No. Don't be a child," she chided him as she rolled her eyes more exaggeratedly than before, unwrapping her arms from around his neck and pushing against his shoulder.

He threw his head back and laughed. "Sorry! It was funny! You looked like you were sucking on a lemon while forcing those words out!"

She crossed her arms and glared at him petulantly. "Should you really be making fun of me in this situation?"

He reached up to wipe at his eyes, still chuckling. "I'm sorry, Misa-chan. You're just so cute, I can't help myself!"

"And you're ridiculous. Forget it," she said with a huff, getting up off of his lap and moving toward the bedroom door.

"No, wait!" He called out, reaching out to grab her wrist before she could make it very far and pulling her back down into his lap. "I really am sorry for teasing you. You wanted to know why we've never done it from behind, right?"

"Is there a reason?" She asked, looking up at him expectantly.

He shrugged, "It's just kinda impersonal, don't you think?"

He lifted a hand to cup the side of her face, staring into her eyes sincerely. "I told you when we started dating that I wanted to treasure you, right? I guess, always making sure we're able to see each other's faces is an extension of that. It's not like I have anything against that position. If you wanna try it out, I'm game."

She bit her lip, shifting in his lap to straddle his hips and wrapping her arms back around his neck. She hesitantly asked, "We can stop if we don't like it?"

He grimaced, looking up and away for a moment before sliding his eyes back to hers. "Ah... We can change positions if that's what you mean?"

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she replied wryly, "Of course that's what I mean."

He reached up between her arms to cup her face in his hands, staring into her eyes resolutely as he told her, "We never have to do anything you don't like. If you get uncomfortable let me know right away and we'll switch it up, okay?"

Misaki nodded, opening her mouth to him as he leaned in to kiss her. His hand began trailing up the back of her dress to drag the zipper down while the other delved into her hair at the back of her head to brace her as his mouth devoured hers. Her arms unwrapped from around his neck and she braced her hands against his chest to push herself off of his lap, breaking the kiss. Stepping back a few paces, she reached up to pull the clip from her hair and let it cascade down her back in long, dark waves. Lifting her hands to her shoulders, she began to peel her dress down her arms, releasing it to fall to the floor and leaving her standing in front of him in a sheer, black lace merrywidow.

Hawks whistled, long and low, as he traced his wide eyes up and down her ensemble of lacy lingerie. He stood and made his way across the room toward her, reaching out to tuck a finger under the bottom edge of her thin bodice, he gently tugging. He pulled her off balance toward him and her hands rose to brace against his chest as she stumbled. She managed to get her feet under her just as he leaned down and captured her lips again.

Her hands drifted down his torso to the fastenings of his dark jeans and she made quick work of unbuckling them. Griping the edge of his shirt, she didn't even bother with the buttons as she lifted it up his torso. He helped her pull it over his head, shucking it with his wings across the room as she pushed his pants off his hips. Glancing down, she raised an eyebrow at his choice of undergarments; a pair of form fitting, short black briefs as opposed to his usual loud patterned, loose boxers.

He reached up to rub the back of his head, sheepishly explaining, "The sales lady that helped me with the necklace was a bit forward. When I told her it was a birthday present for my girlfriend, she insisted that I get these too. Said that sexy occasions called for sexy clothing, or something."

Misaki smirked up at him appraisingly. "Smart lady."

"Seems like she wasn't the only one who thought so," Hawks said as he reached for one of the bra straps over her shoulder, trailing his eyes down her own choice of undergarments for the evening.

"You like?" She asked coquettishly as she leaned into him and nipped gently at his lips.

"I like what's underneath a lot more," he replied in a low, suggestive tone as he slipped both bra straps off her shoulders and watching as the lace cups holding her breasts hostage fell away.

She gasped and swiftly turned her head to look at her back, probably to make sure he'd actually unclasped her bra at some point and hadn't just cut right through it. He drew her attention back toward him when he gripped her half covered behind and lifted her against him. He used a couple of feathers to remove his pants and socks, stepping out of them as he carried her back to the bed and laid her down gently beneath him.

He stared down into her eyes and commented, "Just seems like a lot more clothes to take off."

Misaki laughed huskily as he trailed his lips down her throat, tilting her head back and saying, "I'm sure you'll manage."

He opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off, "Without cutting them off."

He smirked down at her dryly, dipping his head a moment later and closing his lips around one of her rosy peaks. Her eyes slid closed and she gasped, arching her back as he rolled his tongue over her hardened nipple. His hand slid underneath her to unclasp the back of the bodice while the other drifted up her left leg to unhook the garters from her thigh highs. He sat up, digging a finger under the lower edge of the intricate piece of black lace and he petulantly flipped it over the side of the bed after unhooking the garter clips on her right stocking.

She smiled up at him playfully, clearly amused at his annoyance with her elaborate undergarments. He stared back at her coolly as he lifted her right leg to rest her foot on his shoulder while his hand trailed down the underside of her thigh. She rolled her head to the side, biting the lower corner of her lip and reaching up to grip the edge of the pillow in her right hand while her left hand cupped her breast, and she began flicking her middle finger over her nipple. His fingers delved under the edge of her stocking, his open palm lying flat against the soft skin of her thigh and he steadily started dragging it up toward her knee. He slipped the dark, sheer material over her calf and down to her ankle, curling his fingers around the bunched fabric and guiding it over her heel. He tossed it onto the floor with the merrywidow a second later.

His hand gripped her ankle gently and he placed a soft kiss on the inside, trailing his lips up her leg as he leaned forward. His other hand slid over the top of her still clothed thigh, his fingers curling into the edge of the stocking and pulling it down at the same pace that his mouth was trailing up the inside of her right leg. As he pulled the sheer cloth over her toes, his left hand guided her leg to the side and his tongue flicked out to trace along the juncture of her pelvis. She squirmed and let out a low moan.

...

Both of his hands gripped the ties of her underwear at her hips, but he didn't tug the knots loose, pulling the fabric covering her center taut instead. She gasped when he flattened his tongue over the sheer cloth of her panties, dragging it up over her lower lips before sucking her clitoris into his mouth. The scrape of the cloth added a bit of extra dimension to the familiar feeling and she arched her back, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth falling open as a strangled groan escaped her. Her hips began to rock gently, and she bucked when he slid his fingers around the edge of her panties to delve into her moist core.

Misaki writhed and moaned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and biting her knuckle as the persistent movements of his mouth and fingers quickly pushed her closer to the edge. She reached down, delving a hand into his wild hair and clenching a few strands to pull him away. He moved back a few centimeters, lifting his eyes to glance up at her with a predatory gleam in their glowing, golden depths, glaring at her like she'd just interrupted him in the middle of a hunt. His fingers continued to move persistently inside her, seeming to up the pace of their strokes as he watched her.

She gasped sharply and whipped her head to the side, her hand tightening its grip on the edge of the pillow while her other hand shot out to the side to tightly curl around the deep, burnt orange sheets covering his bed. Her back arched up off of the mattress and she groaned, low and heady as her release cascaded over her. Panting gasps huffed past her lips and she shuddered, her heels and toes digging into the bed as she levered her hips against his hand. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lower abdomen just over the edge of her sheer black panties and he pulled his fingers out of her a moment later. She collapsed back down onto the mattress in a boneless heap, panting and trembling in the wake of her release.

Hawks kissed his way back up her body, reaching into the drawer of the nightstand where he kept a box of condoms. She caught his wrist in her hand to stop him and he lifted his head to stare down at her questioningly.

"We don't need that," she panted out.

"Ah..." Hawks trailed off, looking like he didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth but also like he wasn't quite sure what she meant by that.

"Don't worry, it's nothing complicated. I decided to go on the pill," Misaki explained, catching her breath a bit.

His eyebrows shot up and he stared down at her with wide eyes.

"You didn't have to do that," he replied somewhat hesitantly, flipping the foil package back into the box in the drawer before sliding it closed.

"I wanted to," she said, pulling his lower lip between her teeth and sliding her head back to release it before leaning up to whisper in his ear, "I like the way you feel inside me uncovered. And the way you lose it a little when I come while you're inside."

She dragged her teeth lightly over the outer edge of his earlobe and he shuddered heavily. He swiftly gripped her upper arm and flipped her over underneath him. She let out a startled gasp at the suddenness of the action, trailing off into a low moan when his teeth closed over the back of her neck. His hips ground into hers from behind, pressing the hard length of his arousal between the clothed cheeks of her ass. When she pressed back against him, he moved away, gripping her hips in his hands before pulling her up onto her hands and knees. His fingers tugged at the ties of her panties, letting them fall onto the bed between her legs while he reached down to free himself from his own undergarments. Pulling her hips back into his, he rubbed his erection through her moist folds and over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

She gasped and pushed back against him as she let out a low moan. His hand slid up her torso to flatten against her sternum and he pulled her up against him onto her knees. Her head turned to face him as her hand rose up to lay against his cheek, her other hand resting against his arm as it drifted around her hip. His hand slid down between her legs to position himself at her entrance and he leaned his forehead against her temple as he began to push into her from behind.

Pulling her lower lip between her teeth with a groan, she let her eyes slowly slide closed and her brow drew down at the familiar, and at the same time, wholly new sensation. She spread her knees a bit, dropping her hips to take more of him inside and she gasped as his glans brushed against her g-spot. He reached up to cup her neck, tilting her head back as he practically devoured her mouth. His other hand flattened over her lower abdomen, his middle finger sliding over her clit, and he began to stroke it in tight, circular motions.

Her inner muscles rippled around his sheathed length and she moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips back against his. He released her lips and leaned forward to urge her back onto her hands and knees, placing gentle kisses along the back of her neck and down between her shoulder blades before straightening behind her. His hands gripped her waist, and he rolled his hips against her, pulling out a little way before sliding back in.

Misaki gasped as she felt him begin to move inside her. She hung her head and stared down between her breasts to where they were connected. She squeezed her eyes shut and drew in a sharp gasp when one of his experimental thrusts drove him deep enough to hit against her cervix. She shifted her hips a bit when he pushed back in so he wouldn't hit that spot again; it wasn't the most comfortable feeling.

Dropping her waist, she slid her legs open a bit more and his next thrust pressed him right in the neighborhood of her g-spot. She let out a high-pitched moan and pushed back against him when he surged forward again, hitting against that spot with a bit more accuracy. His grip tightened on her hips as he began to find a steady rhythm, alternating short, pointed thrusts with a few long, grinding strokes here and there. Before long she was panting beneath him and she lifted a hand to reach back to him, turning her head to lock her pleasure hazed, cherry blossom colored eyes on his glowing golden stare.

She panted out in a heady whisper, "Harder."

His hands released her hips and immediately gripped her arms just above the elbow, pulling them toward him to arch her back as he drove into her hard. He hit against her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy, wrenching a scream from Misaki as a flash of white-hot pleasure exploded through her abdomen. Her head snapped back against her shoulders, broken cries and panting moans spilling unhindered from her open mouth as he began relentlessly drilling into her.

Her hands clenched into fists and her jaw clamped shut as she let her head fall forward listlessly. When she started to push back to meet his thrusts he suddenly sat back, pulling her up to sit on his lap and leaning her back against his chest. He released her upper arms to grip her wrists instead, pulling her arms down and back and thrusting up into her from below.

Her head fell back, and she arched her spine, unable to do anything but writhe against him in this position. Her panting moans began to take on a desperate cadence as the simmering heat of her arousal stagnated inside her belly. Her brow furrowed and she let her head roll limply against his shoulder as she let out a frustrated whine. He paused for a moment, releasing her wrists and letting her fall forward onto the mattress. Leaning over, he spread her legs a bit more with his knees before sliding back into her from behind. She arched her back against his chest, releasing a deep groan as she clenched her hands around the pillow on either side of her head.

One of his hands covered hers and he slid his fingers between hers, curling them around her hand. His other hand slid over her hip, reaching between her legs to rub the pad of his middle finger over her clit. He began to move again in long, deep thrusts, rubbing against her internal pleasure center with every stroke. It wasn't the pinpoint accuracy that he'd been hitting her with earlier, but this way was almost more intense, especially with the combination of his finger massaging her clit.

She braced herself up on her elbows, relaxing her neck to hang her head and panting into the pillow as she felt her release steadily begin to build. She whined sharply, tightening her grip on the pillow, and pushing back against him with a gasp. His thrusts started to become more insistent, scaling upward in force and speed and she suddenly broke apart with a gasping cry. She grinded her hips against his as her inner muscles clenched around him and pulled him over the edge with her.

She gasped deeply, shuddering at the sudden feeling of warmth spreading out inside her. He let out a low groan as his movements slowed and he leaned some of his weight against her back, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck as he panted against her in the wake of his own release. He pulled out of her slowly and she groaned softly at the feeling of more than just her own juices flowing out of her as he left her.

She felt him collapse onto his back beside her and she turned her head on the pillow to glance over at him, sighing breathily, "That was so intense!"

His head rolled toward her and he smiled at her broadly. "Damn, who knew?"

She grinned back at him before turning her head and burying her face back into the pillow. She rolled onto her back next to him a moment later, settling into the crook of his arm. He turned over, wrapping his arms around her, and placing a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

"Happy birthday, Misaki," he said softly.

She turned her head toward him, lifting her hand to trail her fingers softly over the side of his face with a gentle smile as she replied, "Thank you."

He leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips and she moaned dejectedly when he pulled back a moment later. "I'm so comfy I don't wanna move, but I really should do something about this."

She reached down, running a finger through her folds and coming away with the glistening evidence of their combined release. He groaned deeply at the sight of it, gathering her up into his arms before heading for the bathroom as she giggled and swayed her feet. She smiled at him broadly as he glared back at her with an ironic smirk, shaking his head as he carried her into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

- Author Note Section -

As always, thank you so much for reading!

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