Jesus fuck, she was hot and wet and tight, and his dick had just hit heaven. Her cunt made small ripples, adjusting to his size—and bathing him in velvety heat.

“Ooooh, yes,” she whispered and started to lean down.

Which swung her beautifully plump breasts right into his waiting hands. As he fondled her and rolled her nipples gently, her pussy tightened on him like a fist.

When he didn’t move, her impatient squirming made him grin—and wait for her to do something about it.

She didn’t. “Hawk… Can you…can I be on the bottom? Only I’m not sure I can.”

“We’ll try it.” Slowly, carefully, he rolled them over and braced himself above her, still deep inside. “You with me? Look at me.”

Her gaze lifted, her eyes wide and vulnerable, and he held perfectly still, despite the way his cock was demanding action.

“Breathe, sugar. Nothing happens until you say.”

Staring into his eyes, she pulled in a breath. The next one was deeper.

He nuzzled her cheek, remembering the techniques he used when he hit the wall. “What do you smell?”

“You,” she whispered, then giggled. “We both smell like peppermint and wood smoke.”

“What do you hear?”

Her eyes unfocused for a second. “The little waterfall. Wind in the trees. No bears.”

“No bears,” he agreed. “What’s under your hands?”

“Your shoulders.” Her palms slid down his arms, over his biceps, back up to his shoulders. “I like your muscles.”

When she beamed up at him, he chuckled. The release of intense fear could take a brain off-line, almost like being drunk.

“Wiggle your toes.” When she did, he touched her cheek. “Now wiggle something else.”

She giggled and did, making his dick one very happy body part.

Damn, but he needed to move.

Feeling her slender body beneath him, seeing her gorgeous eyes, feeling her heat surrounding his shaft left him in awe. Her need for him was honest, her trust humbling, and, once again, he tightened his grip on his control.

Resting his weight on one elbow, he played with one sweet breast. The way she sucked air in at his touch was simply fucking great.

“Ready for me to move?” He tugged on her tightly bunched nipple.

“Move,” she whispered.

He balanced carefully, keeping his weight off her, staying low enough he could feel the heat of her body, could brush his chest against her breasts.

Slowly, he pulled out, then slid in, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. “Fuck, you feel good,” he growled and bent down to nuzzle her temple.

Out, in. He picked up speed in the most gradual of increments. Oh yeah, it was all good.