"Oh Eli, please, please, ohmyfuckinggoood—" the end of that sentence turned into a strangled, wordless cry.
Hawk brought his face up, wiped his grinning mouth with the back of his hand. His whole face was slick with her fluids and he licked his lips to cherish the taste while watching her second orgasm, his head still between her trembling thighs.
She was such a pretty sight when she climaxed. Her hand was gripping the floral patterned sheet with a white-knuckled grip, her back arched off the bed like a bow. Hawk would have been happy to just watch her like this forever, lost in her bliss, except that his own need was making him more than a bit restless. As it was, he was getting impatient to join that heavenly pleasure, he was greedy for the release he surely now had earned.
Sky was still trembling and sobbing on the bed when Hawk crawled on top of her and kissed her lips heavily. The kiss was slick and hot and deep, the taste of her sex that lingered on his tongue, melted into the taste of strawberry lipgloss. Her body was all smooth planes and soft curves under him, and he wanted her, wanted her more than he had ever before.
"Oh, Eli–" she moaned breathlessly when he broke the kiss.
"Was that good?"
"So good–" she whined, when he snuggled even closer, cherishing the feeling of her soft body under his own, her breasts, the hardened nipples that were brushing his chest. "You're so fucking good–"
Her words made him almost lose it. The breathless tone of her voice was like a drug to him, it sent a jolt of raw need through his system. His dick was pressed tightly against her slick core, and he wanted nothing more than to just push it in already, to feel her heavenly heat, to stretch her open and hear the sounds she'd make when his cock filled her completely.
"I want you so fucking bad, babe—"
"Please, I want you too," she whined, her hips answering the soft rocking motion. His dick slid between her slick folds, the promise of mind-blowing pleasure made him almost forget—
Groaning, Hawk forced himself to pull back.
A condom. We need a fucking condom—!
"Just wait a sec–"
Swiftly, he got off the bed, picked up his pants from the floor, and grabbed a condom from the pocket, but as he did so, something fell from the other pocket to the floor.
A small, gift-wrapped box. The gift he was going to give Sky today, on their date, but—
Not now. Shit!
Quickly Hawk picked up the box before Sky noticed it, and stuffed it back into the pocket of his sweats. This was no time for gifts. He'd fucking burst if Sky started opening that package now - now that he was dying to get inside of her, now that he was mere seconds away from fucking her senseless.
Without giving the gift another thought, he returned to the bed, already ripping open the tinfoil wrapping of the condom.
"Eli—" Sky breathed his name again, when he positioned himself between her legs and started rolling the condom on his aching dick.
He swallowed hard and met her gaze.
"Yeah?"
"I… I just—" suddenly her eyes were huge and filled with tears, and Hawk's chest clenched tight.
If she told him to stop now, he'd burst. He'd lose his mind. He would fucking die.
The condom was now rolled on, and he let his hands fall down as he hesitantly knelt between her legs.
"What is it, babe? Don't you… don't you want to—?"
"No, I do—" She breathed shakily. "I do—"
His throat bobbed. "We… we don't have to do this."
"I want to, I really want to, but—" And suddenly she was sobbing. It shattered something in his chest, it felt like he was swallowing broken glass.
"Hey, it's okay—" he breathed, crawling on top of her so that he could hold her trembling form against his body. "I don't wanna do anything that makes you upset. Just tell me what's wrong. Why are you crying?"
"Just— please, please don't make me regret that we did this. Please don't break my heart again."
It was a desperate plea, more pained and raw than anything Hawk had heard her say in the time they're been back together. And even if he knew he deserved this mistrust, still it hurt to hear it. Her words were a burning sword through his sternum.
"I won't," he managed, meeting her teary-eyed gaze. "I promise. I'll never hurt you."
She let out a soft sigh, her lips still trembling. "Okay."
"I love you," he groaned. "I'll do anything to make you happy."
Her eyes were still deep and dark, and Hawk couldn't read the look in them, but her body was soft and hot under him. The scents of her cotton bed sheets, the fabric softener, her strawberry shampoo filled his senses, the taste of her sex still lingered on his lips, and he wanted all of her, he wanted her love and her heart-ache, he wanted her joy and her tears, he wanted every inch of her body and soul, and Oh God, he wanted to make her his again, wanted to mend everything that had been broken between them.
"I'm sorry," he said for the thousandth time. "I'm so sorry for everything."
"I know."
Her hand was on his chest, the light touch of her fingertips felt like burning coals on his skin.
"How can I make it right?" He rasped. Her closeness was driving him nuts, it took all he had to keep his voice even, but fucking Hell, he wasn't going to ruin this now, he wasn't going to be some horny idiot—
"Make love to me," she sighed, her lips almost touching his.
His heart skipped a beat, it almost escaped through his ribcage.
"You sure—?"
Sky wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, his dick was still rock-hard, it pressed tight against her crotch, and a low growl left Hawk's lips.
"I'm sure," Sky breathed and her hand was on his neck, pulling him into a kiss, and that was all the reassurance Hawk needed. Their lips merged, hot, sloppy, desperate, and as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and she opened her lips for it to enter, he reached a hand down between their bodies and guided the tip of his cock to her entrance.
Fighting the primitive urge to thrust in with a one, deep shove, he took his time working his way into her. He kissed her gently, and only then he pressed on, pressed in, pressed deep. She whimpered into his mouth, her velvety walls were so heavenly tight around his dick, they were burning him to ashes, and oh how much he had missed this!
"Are you okay—?" he groaned when he bottomed out. "I— I don't wanna hurt you—"
Her voice was nothing but a soft sigh. "Yes, I need you—"
He started to move, slowly at first, to give her time to adjust, to assure her he wasn't going to hurt her, that he wasn't going to do anything she didn't want to do. She was still healing from her injuries and he would never forgive himself if he messed that up—
—but he just couldn't keep it slow for long.
She was heaven on Earth. Her body was soft and strengthless under him, her thighs around his waist were trembling, the sounds he drew from her lips with every thrust of his dick into her sweet heat, were madly arousing. They were a heavenly chorus of angels, and he wanted more of them, more, more, more—
—and, Oh God, it had been such a fucking long time since the last time, since that time in his room after their trip to Italy when he had made her come three fucking times, and then she had walked out of the shower, smirking at him, and she had found the medal—
—and he wasn't going to think about that. Not now. Not ever again. Because this was their second first time, and all the pain and the suffering was in the past, it was fucking ancient history and all that mattered was here, her bouncing boobs, her parted lips, her blushed cheeks, the scent of her hair, the softness of her skin - it was healing his heart, and maybe hers too because she was now whining under him, her eyes were rolling back again and Hawk raised to his stretched arms to see her better.
"Tell me—" he groaned. "Tell me you love me—"
His tempo was rising, his hips were now snapping hard into her, making her breathless. Her reply was a barely audible whimper.
"I love you—"
"Promise you'll never leave me!"
"I'll never leave you," she moaned. "I'll never leave you. Oh baby, please, that feels so good—"
He growled like a wolf, bringing a hand down to her thigh and gripping it hard. There was no room for coherent thoughts in his mind at this point - he was all emotion, all need, all desire. He dropped his head down, his lips found her neck and devoured her smooth skin, leaving a purple hickey after another, marking her his, so that everyone would know it was him who got to fuck her, it was him whom she carried within her heart.
Every thrust of his dick into her sweet heat pushed him closer to the edge. His muscles were tense, trembling as he pressed deeper, harder, but he fought the urge to let go, to fall down that cliff—
Not yet, not yet, I want this to never end—!
But he was losing that battle. Sky's breathless moans were pushing him towards that sweet release, her arching back, the tight grip of her fingers on his back—
"You— fuck— you gonna come again?" Those words were no more than panting breaths that fell from his burning lips to hers.
Her only reply was a wordless cry as she climaxed - and pulled him with her into the heavenly bliss that engulfed them both.
"Fuck—" he groaned, with a couple of last, deep thrusts. The orgasm swept over him like a tsunami, slamming his heart against his ribs as his cum shot out of his throbbing cock. Moaning, he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck. The pleasure was a sweet, wonderful death, it was total oblivion.
Slowly he came down from the unspeakable high, catching his breath, his lips brushing hers as they breathed in each other's breath. He was still buried deep inside of her, her thighs were still trembling on both sides of his hips. Everything between them was hot, slick, he felt like he had burnt to ashes in the cradle of her body.
"Everything okay?" He rasped throatily when he could finally speak again.
She nodded. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks rosy. She looked unraveled, wild, beautiful. He would love her forever, forever and always.
"I'm fine," she sighed. "I love you."
He rolled off her, reluctantly, and she let out a soft whine when he slid out of her.
Now that the heat was leaving his body, the condom felt cold and sticky, gross. He swiftly removed it and tossed it onto her nightstand, before pulling her into his arms. It took a bit of squirming before he managed to get a sheet over them, but under it they were warm, she snuggled close to his chest.
He ran his fingers through her moistened curls, still trying to catch his breath. It felt like a dream, like this was too good to be true. After living through Hell, he was finally back in Heaven. He was Odysseus who had returned home to Penelope, he was a starved refugee who had escaped death and was now fed by heavenly manna.
He had the whole fucking world in his arms.
"I missed this so much," he breathed, placing a soft kiss on her temple.
"I know," she replied and he heard the smile in her voice. "I missed this too."
Just porn, I have nothing to say in my defence.