The canoe rested on the bank, and they’d found a grassy area well hidden by bushes and overhanging trees.

She was so beautiful when naked. The sunlight made gold and red glints in her brown hair—soft hair that whispered over his chest as she bent over him, thoroughly impaled on his dick.

As she planted little kisses on his face, he breathed in the scent of vanilla and lavender.

She’d already come twice from his fingers and tongue, and her eyes were half-closed, her mouth swollen.

Her breasts were heavy in his hands, and when he tugged a reddened nipple, her cunt tightened around him in response.

“Hawk.” Her beautiful voice held an appealing sultriness now. “Don’t you want to get off?”

He’d be happy like this forever, with her smiling at him, with her ass settled on his groin, her breasts right there for him to play with.

But with her question, his cock set up urgent demands. He wouldn’t last much longer.

“If you insist.” Watching her carefully to ensure he didn’t set off a panic attack, he rolled them over to put her beneath him.

Rather than panicking, she giggled. “You really do like being on top.”

On top, standing, beneath, behind. He enjoyed any position when it came to making love with her. “Today, my dick wants to play hammer.”

And because it’d been a patient cock, it deserved a reward.

Her laugh turned to a moan as he demonstrated.

Oh, sweet heavens, she was going to come again. The heavy pounding had re-awakened every nerve in her body.

Hawk was watching her closely, the way he did whenever he got rougher with her. Now, his eyes crinkled slightly as he bent her right leg and pushed it outward so his pelvis rubbed against her clit with each thrust.

Oh, oh, oh. As her muscles went stiff, everything inside her tightened, and the relentless beat tossed her right over the edge into a lake of pleasure. A bottomless lake it seemed as each forceful thrust set off more and more sensations.

With a guttural sound, he sheathed himself deep. Heat filled her as he buried his face in her hair and let himself come.

Minutes later, her insides continued zinging with aftershocks of pleasure, and her heart had barely slowed. Smiling, she tangled her fingers in his thick blond hair and held his head against her. He was still thick inside her, and the heavy weight of his body was ever-so-satisfying.

Could there be anything more intimate than this?

When he propped himself up to look down at her, she traced a finger over the slight smile on his lips.

He nipped her finger and grinned at her false yelp of pain.

And then he kissed her, soft and deep, so gently for such a deadly man.