love to me, I was always desperate for more.
He gripped my ass then lifted me until my legs were around his waist. Without breaking the moment, he continued to kiss me until my back was pressed against the glass of the plunge pool.
His lips left mine and he looked me in the eye, the desire and endless love burning like a candle. “We need to be quiet.”
“Okay.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tightened my knees around his hips, wanting him inside me.
His mouth was on mine again as he tilted my hips and inserted his cock into me. It made a slow entrance, stretching me in the best way possible. He moved until he was completely inside me. Then he remained still, my back pressed to the glass. “Sometimes, I want to stay like this forever.” He sucked my bottom lip while he remained idle.
Anytime he was inside me, I was a different person. I was impatient, passionate, and aggressive. When I had him, I always wanted more. There were no words to express how I felt about this man. I told him I loved him before, but those words weren’t enough to show my meaning. Nothing in the English dictionary would suffice. I’d never been with a man and felt this way, like my heart might give out because I’d given him everything. He didn’t just have my heart, but my entire soul.
My hand scratched down his back, feeling the prominent muscles underneath the skin. My fingers traveled down his spine until I felt the hard curve of his ass. He had such a nice behind. I loved gripping it when we made love. “Come with me.”
He pressed his face to mine and slowly thrust inside me, making the water rock against the glass in the form of waves. We normally kissed during sex but now we just stared at each other, looking into each other’s eyes. He always made me crumble within minutes, and not just because he was good in bed. When he opened his heart to me like this, when I could see through his eyes and into his soul, that’s when I tightened around him and felt myself explode. “Hawke…”
He watched my face light up in ecstasy while he struggled to hold on. He was purposely holding himself back, not wanting to end this too soon.
“Come on.” I gripped his ass and pulled him farther into me, wanting to feel the weight of his release. He was the only man I allowed to come inside me, because he was the only one who deserved the honor.
His body tensed under my grasp and he dug his fingers into my ass as he released. His eyes held mine the entire time, and for a moment, his look glazed over, like he traveled to the same place I’d been just a moment before.
He winded down and kept himself buried inside me, my back still pressed to the glass.
I wanted to stay this way all night until the sun rose the next morning. My arms returned around his neck, and I kissed him slowly, wanting to feel our bodies rub together under the light of the moon and the stars. I wanted to do this forever, until the end of time.
Sunny Day
Hawke
Leaving paradise and returning home wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But I knew that was because Francesca was with me. It didn’t matter where we were or what we were doing. As long as we were together, I was happy.
The leaves started to turn red and gold, and Central Park’s typical green landscape had faded away. Before the winter months even arrived, it was clear it was going to be one hell of a winter.
“I miss the Bahamas.” Francesca pouted her lips as she picked at a muffin.
“We’ll go again some other time.” I sat beside her at the table in the break room next to her office. On days when neither one of us had much time for lunch, we had something small from her bakery.
“I just can’t believe such beautiful places exist. I know you see them in magazines and everything, but I just assumed they were photoshopped and everything.”
I’d been there before and thought the same thing. But when she accompanied me on the trip, it had a magical feel to it. When we go on