Phoenix Reborn (Woodland Creek)(30)

He put a finger under her chin and lifted, kissing her neck so gently, so softly as to send goose bumps up and down her hot flesh. Under the cool autumn breeze she could feel every nerve in her body standing at attention. Suddenly each part of her was an erogenous zone, and he the man in charge of her pleasure.

Ashling closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation of his lips on her, his right hand slipping over her side and up to her left breast where it cupped her white flesh. Gently he squeezed, pulling himself downwards until his mouth was level with her nipple. He laid a sweet kiss on its tip even as it swelled to meet his mouth. His lips locked around it then, sucking, as his hand glided down her belly, his fingers playing with the trimmed hairs between her legs.

She heard him let out a quiet moan as he guided himself to her right nipple, and she allowed herself a deep sigh of pleasure. Good lord, this man — everything about him was beyond incredible.

More moans as his fingers found her opening, slipping inside once, twice, to coat themselves in her slickness before beginning the delightful task of pleasuring her.

“Oh my,” she uttered, her hips seeming to take over, thrusting forward to meet his touch.

“Oh my is right,” he growled. “Forgive me, Ashling Jones, but I’m going to have to eat you now.”

Her eyes popped open and she looked down at him. Was this really happening? Surely it wasn’t. How could Hawke Turner possibly have his face moving to position itself between her legs?

And yet, there he was. In all his glory, his eyes fixed on her most sensitive place as he licked his lips.

Her fingers went to his hair, intertwining themselves, locking in and guiding him. He let out a sigh as his mouth advanced, his hot breath causing her to quiver. Ashling’s thighs parted further, an invitation for him to feast. To taste her. To see what he’d done to her. And as his tongue eased along her soft flesh she moaned, her hips thrusting violently upwards.

“That worked nicely,” muttered Hawke before doing it again. And still another lick.

He paused, thrusting his tongue in between her lips as she gasped.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, and yes and yes. Oh, God, yes.”

She felt Hawke’s mouth tense into a brief smile before he continued to slowly lap at her, to twist his tongue along her bud, her thighs, her mound, promising them each more of the same.

Ashling pushed herself up onto her elbows and watched, enthralled at the sight: his head of thick, dark hair, his eyes closed as he savoured her taste, her wetness. As though knowing that he had a witness to his activities, Hawke slowly eased two fingers inside her, withdrawing them to lick them before pushing them in again. Then, as he worked them inside her, he went back to stroking her with his tongue.

“I didn’t even dare to fantasize about this moment, Hawke,” she whispered. “I didn’t dare. I never thought it could happen.”

“It’s happening,” he breathed before eating her some more. “And if I’m fortunate, it’ll happen over…and over…and over again.” With each iteration of the words, his tongue teased her clit.

Ashling let herself back down, her back on the soft grass, her knees bent as the man with the golden tongue pleasured her. She never wanted it to end. But she wanted to come for him. She wanted to offer him every bit of vulnerability that was humanly possible, now that he had stripped her bare, now that he had shown her his most profound secret. He could trust her, and she trusted him now, more than she’d ever trusted another human being.

A surge of searing heat filled her as she approached her climax. Chemicals streamed through her blood vessels, causing her to feel afloat on top of the grass, her body bucking under his touch.

“I’m coming,” she moaned as he thrust his fingers deeper inside, revelling in her body’s powerful tension.

The explosion seemed to last for several minutes, and as Ashling opened her eyes, she could see that under the faint moonlight, her body glowed a hint of orange. Hawke had brought out her fire, but together, they were containing it.

She laced her fingers through his hair once again.

“Come here, to me,” she said quietly. “Please.”

He crept up her body, kissing her white skin in a line as he approached. And then, at last, their faces were lined up, his hard length teasing her as his body pressed into hers.

“Is it okay?” he asked. “Can I really have you?”

She nodded.

He guided himself with one fist, and she felt his cock head pressing gently against her opening. Her thighs parted, welcoming him in, encouraging him.

So delicately, so generously, he slid inside her. Her eyes sealed, Ashling threw her head back when she felt his size, his girth, spreading her open as he filled her up. Her hands were on his back now, fingertips digging in as she savoured their closeness. Hawke was deep inside her now, in every sense of the words. He resided in her mind and her body, filled her with new hope and a joy that she’d never felt. Any danger was now forgotten; in that moment she’d become invincible. He was her armour now.

His breath stroked her skin as he drove into her slowly, pulling away, and then again moving into her, savouring the sensation.

He pushed himself up, his torso away from her as his eyes studied hers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his muscular arms holding him above her. “I’ve wanted to f*ck you for so many years, Ashling Jones.”