Page 105 of Daisy

Fuck.The pills are losing effectiveness, and her natural chemistry is starting to break through. Which means...

"How do you feel?" I ask carefully, my thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. "Overall, I mean. Any changes?"

She considers this, her hands still fisted in my hair. "Restless. Like my skin is too tight. And everything smells stronger. Feels more intense." She arches against my hand. "God, Hawk, don't stop."

Pre-heat. She's in pre-heat.

The realization makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans, but I focus on her pleasure, on the way she's falling apart in my arms. I increase the pace, adding a third finger to stretch her properly, and when she comes it's with my name on her lips and her body shaking against mine.

I work her through it, gentle now, letting her ride out every wave until she's boneless against the tree. When I finally withdraw my hand, my fingers are slick with her arousal, and the scent makes my mouth water.

"Beautiful," I murmur, pressing soft kisses to her throat. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."

She's breathing hard, eyes glazed with satisfaction, but when she looks down and sees the obvious bulge in my jeans, something hungry flickers in her expression.

"What about you?" she asks, her voice still breathless but determined. "I want to make you feel good too."

"Princess, you don't have to?—"

"I want to." She reaches for my belt, and her fingers are steadier than I expected. "Remember what I said about wanting to taste you? I meant it."

My control snaps completely. "Fuck, Daisy. Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything." She's already working my belt open, her small hands surprisingly confident. "I want to know what you taste like. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel."

Fuck.I've imagined this exact scenario more times than I can count, usually with my hand wrapped around my cock at three in the morning. But the reality of her wanting this, choosing this, is so much better than any fantasy.

When she sinks to her knees in front of me, I think I might actually die. The fallen leaves crunch softly under her knees as my jeans and underwear hit the ground, and suddenly I'm bare before her, my cock thick and hard and weeping with need. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and my knot is already starting to swell at the base.

She stares for a moment, taking me in, and I can smell her need spiking again. Her pupils are blown wide with want as she traces every ridge and vein with her eyes.

"You're beautiful," she whispers, and the reverence in her voice nearly breaks me. "So big. I... I want to taste you, but I don't really know what I'm doing."

"Princess," I start, but the words die in my throat when she wraps her small hand around my length. Her grip is uncertain at first, exploring, learning the feel of me. Her fingers can barely close around my cock.

"Tell me what you like," she says, looking up at me with those dark eyes, uncertainty mixing with determination. "I want to make you feel good, but you have to show me how."

"Just... fuck, just like that," I manage as she strokes me slowly, her thumb spreading the pre-cum over my sensitive head. "Your mouth, princess. I've been dreaming about that sweet mouth on me."

She leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head, and I have to grip the tree behind me to stay upright. When her tongue darts out to lap at the pre-cum beading there, tasting me for the first time, I make a sound that's half groan, half prayer.

"Mmm," she hums, licking her lips with wonder. "You taste... even better than caramel. Sweet but with something deeper underneath." A shy smile crosses her face. "I like it."

"Good?" she asks, and there's something almost shy in her voice despite what she's doing.

"Perfect. So fucking perfect." My hand finds her hair, not pushing, just touching. "Take as much as you can, princess. Don't hurt yourself."

She takes me into her mouth slowly, her lips stretching wide around my thickness. The wet heat of her tongue makes my vision blur, and when she hollows her cheeks and sucks, I nearly come on the spot.

"Fuck, princess," I gasp, my hips jerking forward before I can stop them. "Your mouth feels incredible. So warm and wet."

She hums around me, the vibration making my knees weak, and looks up at me with those dark eyes. The sight of her on her knees, my cock between her lips, her scent thick with arousal. I've never seen anything so perfect.

She can't take much. I'm too big, she's too small, but what she lacks in experience she makes up for in enthusiasm. Her tongue works against the underside of my cock, tracing the thick vein there, and her hand strokes what won't fit in her mouth.

"That's it," I murmur, my voice rough with need. "You're incredible, princess. Look at you taking care of me."

The possessive words make her moan around me, and she doubles her efforts. When she pulls back to lick along the length of me, from my swollen knot to the sensitive head, her small hand gives my knot a gentle squeeze and I see stars.