Page 68 of Misted

“Hawk… no more...” My hoarse voice is foreign to my own ears.

All the ringing disappeared and my head swims in a hazy, pleasurable daze. My breasts feel heavy, the tips too sensitive, they ache with the air brushing against them. One more orgasm and I’ll faint.

He pounds both his tongue and fingers inside me while pressing his thumb against my backside.

“Oh. God.” The wave that didn’t exactly stop sweeps me all over again until I think I’ll never come down.

When I do return, I’m limp and unable to move a muscle. Pleasure still hums under my sensitive, slick skin. How long has it been since I felt so… pleased?

My eyes sting when the obvious answer comes to mind. It’s always been with Hawk and only for him.

When I give up hope that he’ll ever stop, his head emerges from between my thighs, eyes wild as he licks his glistening lips.

Seeing him lick my taste does strange things to me.

I want to kiss him.

Just like at that time when I told him the happiest news in my life.