Page 104 of Restless Hawke

“Yes…” It comes out barely above a whisper. If his face weren’t so close to mine, he might not even hear me. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Those blue eyes of his flare, the pupils dilating until they’re almost completely consumed with black. Then those luscious lips curl up into a grin that completely changes his face, like I’ve just given him the greatest gift he’s ever received in his life. “Good girl. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I-I trust you…”

Those words seem to be what he’s been waiting for because he drops a quick kiss to my lips, releases my chin, and then stands.

The loss of his body heat pressed to my back instantly makes me shiver, but he runs his hand from my clit up and back, spreading my slick arousal around my asshole before coating his cock by rubbing it along my seam.

Fuck.

I bite my lip, gripping the comforter as my body tenses in anticipation of what’s coming.

His hand slips around my front, those talented fingers gently rolling across my clit. I buck at the contact, little sparks of pleasure coursing through me, and I finally release the groan I’ve been holding back.

He chuckles low, his other finger circling my wet asshole before slowly easing in a fraction of an inch. I clench around it, and he keeps rolling his fingers against my clit, his hard cock nestled between my legs, getting coated in my arousal that flows like Niagara fucking Falls.

That finger slips all the way into me easily.

“Good girl. One more.

He moves his finger back and forth inside me.

Fuck…that feels so good.

Combined with the way he’s working my clit, I’m so close to coming already. My entire body is one massive, trembling, sloppy mess, and we haven’t even gotten to the main attraction.

Coen leans forward, his chest pressing to my back again. “You’re not going to come. You’re going to wait.”

I’ve never been one to believe that a woman can come on command. It certainly isn’t anything I’ve ever experienced in my lifetime, but the orgasm starting to build suddenly ebbs a little. Still there, on the periphery, but not knocking at the door, ready to burst out of it anymore.

Hell.

A few words from him and my body responds so easily.

Like it knows who it should be listening to.

I whimper and nod my agreement now that he’s proven hecanapparently control me with his words as much as he does his hands, mouth, and cock, and he slowly works a second fingering to me.

Gasping at the intrusion, my breath catches, and I hold it, clamping down.

“Relax, Allegra. Breathe.”

I try to do as he asks.

Relax my body.

Allow him to do his magic.

The fingers of his left hand continue to move over my clit while the ones on his right slowly work into me fully and spread me open. He drags the head of his cock across my dripping core one more time with a swirl of his hips before slowly withdrawing his fingers and easing the head inside my ass.

“Oh, fuuuuck!” I gasp at how thick he is, how full I already feel with only that tiny bit of him inside me, dropping my forehead to the mattress, burying my face in the plush comforter to muffle my strangled mix of a groan and a scream. “Fuck…Coen…”

“You’re okay, Allegra. You’re doing so well.”

His encouragement, coupled with his fingers moving rapidly over my clit, quickly melt away that momentary panic that hit.

My body shakes.