Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Clothes start to fall off us as our embrace continues, his hands roaming down my body. Every time he touches something covered by a shirt or my shorts, I yearn to have him touch my bare flesh.
Soon I’m pulling his jeans off him, and we’re both left there, barefoot and in our underwear. I don’t think we’re planning to resume our hike anytime soon.
I’m panicking a bit. I meant it when I said I never got this far with a guy before. Never even really been kissed, and that technicality is because some dork randomly pecked me on the cheek during graduation. What’s happening with Hawk is real. I can’t write it off as any sort of technicality.
My first real kiss.
My first real anything with a man.
I’m hesitating a bit. Hawk’s enough of a gentleman to stop all this if I say something.
I don’t want to stop, though. I want him bad. I want him to show me everything a man can show a woman.
I want him to show me what life can be like free from a family that views you as nothing more than an asset.
“You all right, there?” he asks. I’m lying flat on our makeshift bed of blankets and clothes. He’s above me, his hand on my tit, gently massaging me. “You seem nervous.”
“I’m good. Keep going. Please.”
He tilts his head briefly before nodding and obeying my request.
The kisses continue to rain down my neck and breasts, gooseflesh forming everywhere as he descends my body. I yearn for him so completely, moaning softly as he goes down my form more and more. He runs a tender touch across my abdomen, to where only my panties remain. He caresses my thighs, roaming inward and touching me there, building the anticipation for him more and more. When he reaches my sex, there’s still my panties in the way and it does little to blunt the joy I feel from his touch. The fire spread through my body, burning hotter and hotter, being fanned to roar stronger.
The soft moans I utter bring a smile to his face and encourage him to keep going. I’m shuddering with each and every movement he does. When his fingers start to slither past my panties and start massaging my mound, it all becomes much more intense. The slight sounds of my voice grow in volume as I grab his arm, and I fight myself between pushing it away and keeping it there.
My struggles bring laughter to Hawk, being appreciative of the joy I’m experiencing. He keeps a steady pace, and starts to slide my panties down my legs. I do nothing to stop him, and in fact close my legs to allow him to do so more quickly. Soon, I’m naked in front of a man, for the first time in my life.
Hawk takes in my curves, appreciating me with the same gaze that appreciated the beauty of this meadow and the waterfall before that. He shakes his head, his disbelief that I'm in front of him, naked. I think it’s one of admiration, and then he starts rubbing his chin in thought.
“Is something the matter?” I ask, looking up at him.
“You dyed your pubes too.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that an issue?”
“Part of me just wondered what your natural hair color was and that would have told me something.”
I start chuckling. “Oh, keep this up and you’ll get to see it someday.”
My hair is the one thing in my life I felt like I had control over. I could color it whatever I wanted, and given my name, I tried it, it seemed natural and fitting for me. The fact I dyed downstairs, too, despite no one ever getting to see it until Hawk? I guess it just made me feel sexy.
“I’m looking forward to knowing you long enough to find out,” he says as he leans down on top of me, sharing another brief, romantic kiss. “The hair on your head, though, can stay that color. It’s cute.”
I giggle as I kiss him right back.
Soon Hawk is sliding down my body, the warmth of his touch so exhilarating. The adrenaline seemingly follows his hand as he comes down toward my sex, face-to-face with what he desires, and what I want him to desire.
I shudder so hard when he kisses me on the clit, and his tongue starts to slither around my most tender areas. Sure, I’m not so innocent as to never have touched myself down there, but it’s like night and day when you compare my own hand to the heat and intensity of his tongue.
Every lick builds up my passion, and he is quick to more. I writhe in delight beneath him, taking handfuls of his hair as I hold on as he keeps doing his thing, his rhythm so wonderful and steady. The tide inside me is rising so quickly as I hold on, relishing every bit of bliss I’m feeling at this moment, every little nudge, from the top of his tongue plunging inside me, his nose nuzzling against my folds, and his hands worshiping me while his mouth is busy elsewhere. I’m murmuring as all the sensations swarm my being, holding on as my heart is pounding out of my chest, waiting for that final burst. The anticipation is both exhilarating and killing me.