One year later
“Baby, please, will you just let your folks babysit for the weekend? The twins will be fine.”
I huff. “I can’t let them go. I’ve never been without the girls, Hawke.”
Hawke is standing at the front door, Lila and Sienna’s diaper bags on his shoulders. The picture of the badass biker, ripped jeans and leather cut over his naked chest, holding diaper bags, and the babies in their capsules in each hand, has me smiling. He’s got them ready so he can drive them to my parents, who have been pestering me to let them babysit. Since I had the twins, they’d sold their house in Tennessee, moving down to New York to be closer to us. I’m sure it was the twins that made them make that decision, but I don’t care what it was that made them move. I love having them around, and knowing that Lila and Sienna will have grandparents nearby means the world.
After my father tried to make me go back home to Tennessee, when I was in the hospital after being shot, Hawke had paid a visit to my parents, explaining to them that I was his woman, and that he was going to marry me and take care of me. He told my father that he was not asking for permission, he was telling him how it was going to be. My dad didn’t know what to say. At first he was pissed, but then he admired Hawke’s honesty and determination. Knowing his daughter had found a man that was willing to give her the happiness she deserved, was all he needed to know. So with his blessing, we got married that day in our new home.
Hawke has been trying to get me to leave the twins with my parents for a while now. I know Hawke and I could do with a little alone time, believe me. I miss him. Having sex these days is nearly impossible. When Lila finally falls asleep, Sienna starts to cry, wanting her feed. One night, Hawke was just about to thrust into me when Lila woke up, demanding another feed. We’d both groaned, and not in the fun way.
It’s been a tough couple of months, but I wouldn’t change them, or anything, for the world. I’m loving being a mom, and Hawke is a wonderful father. I remember the day I had my twelve-week ultrasound, and the gynaecologist confirmed we were having twins. Hawke got all dizzy and had to sit down for a while. It was hilarious the way the nurses were fussing over him, bringing him water, and making him take deep breaths. I mean, I was the one going to give birth to twins, was anyone showing me any sympathy? Nope, absolutely not. Since that day, his brothers make fun of him. He told me not to mention it to them, but I told Jasmine, she told Quill, and well, you know how that ended.
“Baby, if I don’t have your pussy tonight, I’m gonna burst. I need to have you coming on my cock, it’s been too long.” The pained expression on his face has me laughing out loud.
“Babe, what’s it gonna be?”
“But… but… the babies need me. They’ve never been away from their mommy that long.”
Hawke places both Lila and Sienna’s capsules down on the floor, along with their diaper bags, then strides toward me. Holding my face in his hands, he smashes his lips to mine. He slides his tongue across my lips asking for permission to open my mouth, and I do. So willingly. His tongue dances with mine and I moan, loving the taste of him.
His hands trail down my back, and he grips my butt and lifts me high, snaking my legs around his hips. His hardness rubs against my core, and I feel wetness drench my panties. Hawke walks us over to the kitchen wall, and thrusts his pelvis upward when he presses me against it, gliding his cock against my throbbing clit. Not able to get enough of him, I begin to rock back and forth, trying to create the friction I so badly need to get my release. His hand dives under my tee, and he cups my breasts, keeping me up off the ground with the strength of his thighs. He pulls and pinches my nipples, and I cry out with the tenderness I feel. Hawke slips his tongue inside my mouth when I do, tasting every single part of me, and the low grumbling coming from his chest turns me on even more.
Suddenly he stops, pulling away and standing me back onto the floor. I wobble when my feet touch the wooden surface, confused as to why he wasn’t finishing what he started.
“Now are you ready to leave the twins? Do I need to show you how good I can make you feel again?” I nod my head—yes—unable to use my words. Right now, all I want is for my husband to be deep inside me. My eyes travel down his muscular torso, it’s hot out so he has no shirt on, and his skin glistens with sweat. My tongue aches to lick over every ridge of his body. Then my eyes travel further south, and land on his hard cock. My mouth waters to have a taste, but my eyes soon meet his when I hear a growl coming from him.
“Now, I’m taking Lila and Sienna to your mom’s. When I return I want you naked, on your back with your legs open, ready for me to eat you. You got me?” he demands, stepping forward and pulling the hair at my nape, forcing me to look up at him. The desire in his eyes has my breath catching, and right now all that matters is his mouth on me, bringing me to a place only he can take me.
“Take them. I want you, Hawke,” I say huskily.
That is his undoing, and he kisses me hard before pulling back. He walks back to the twins, places their bags on his shoulder, and opens the door before lifting them and walking out. I wave to them, and follow Hawke outside, watching as he secures the babies’ carriers in the back seat of his truck. He then rushes to the front, reminding me before he drives off exactly how he wants me when he gets back. I laugh and nod, letting him know I will be ready and waiting. I watch the car drive off, knowing I have about ten minutes to get ready. It’s only five minutes to my parents’ house, and knowing Hawke, he’ll give them some excuse why he needs to leave so swiftly.
Closing the door, I climb the stairs leading to our bedroom. I take a quick shower, washing away the day’s exertions of cleaning and breastfeeding, and make sure I lather myself in soap and moisturiser. With my body and hair still wet, I climb onto the bed and lay there, anticipating Hawke’s return. My core throbs with anticipation, and my nipples harden, wanting Hawke’s strong hands on them. But most of all, I need him inside me. I need him to fill me.
I hear the truck pull up, then the slam of the front door. The stairs creak as Hawke makes his way up them swiftly, and when he walks through our bedroom door he stills. I can see his figure through the opening of my thighs, allowing him an uninterrupted view of my pussy, which I’m sure is wet with my need for him. Hawke stands in the doorway, leaning against it.
Feeling annoyed that he’s not fucking me already, I decide to try and make him lose control. I take my index finger into my mouth and suck on it, then travel that same finger down my chest, circling it around my nipples, then down to my navel and the apex of my thighs, finally rubbing my clit. Hawke’s eyes are hooded with desire, and I see his sharp intake of breath as I slip my finger further down and insert it inside my pussy. Arching my back, I moan as I pick up the pace, entering a second finger.
I’m close to coming when I feel the bed dip, my fingers being pushed away. I whimper in frustration, breathing heavily, like I’ve run a marathon. “I was… so… close,” I pant.
Hawke kneels between my thighs, his jeans still on but his top button open. He removes his cut and throws it to the floor, giving me an even better view of his abs. I want so badly to travel my tongue over the V he has going on. A happy trail begins at his navel, ending beneath his jeans at a place I know so well. I lick my lips at the thought of having my mouth around his cock, but suddenly Hawke’s hands move to the insides of my thighs, forcing them further apart. “Fuck!” he grunts. “Your pussy is dripping, I need to taste you on my tongue.”
I brace myself for what’s to come, and grip the sheets either side of me when his tongue swipes along my folds. I moan loudly when it pushes my clit into his mouth. He sucks on it, sliding his tongue side to side. My hands fly to his hair, and I tangle my fingers in it, pulling it free from the tie binding the strands. His five-o’clock shadow tickles the insides of my thighs, and the extra friction of it rubbing against my core has me crying out in no time. I pull at the sheets, and my hips buck as I ride through my orgasm.
“Again,” Hawke demands, his mouth on me again, sucking, nipping as his finger enters me. He plunges in and out, bringing it out all the way to his knuckle, then pushing back in.
“More,” I cry. “I need more.”
“Like this, baby?” Hawke enters another finger, fingerfucking me in a mind-blowing rhythm. Whilst he thrusts in and out, I feel the tip of another finger enter my butt, and the sensation has me moaning out his name. “You like that, baby? Like me fucking your ass and pussy at the same time?” I bite down on my lower lip and nod my head, unable to speak the words.
“Tell me, Luisa, or I’ll stop,” he demands, and I groan when he pulls his fingers out.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
He smiles at me, then immediately dips his head into my thighs, my pussy, swiping his tongue from my ass to my clit. His fingers are back inside me again, but this time one’s deeper inside my ass. The feelings of pleasure are intense; I feel so full of him. He thrusts in and out, and I feel the burn at the pit of my stomach begin. He moves up my body, his fingers still inside me, and takes my breast into his mouth. Careful to not suck too hard, he licks my nipple and flicks it with his tongue, repeating the same strokes on my other breast.
“Fuck, Lu.” He growls. “You feel so fucking good. You’re so wet for me. I fucking missed this, I miss you.”
“I missed you too,” I reply, and his lips smash down on mine. Tasting myself on his lips brings me to my next orgasm. I scream so loud I’m sure the neighbors would hear—if we had any. My body shatters with its release, in an explosion like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’m still coming down from my high when I hear Hawke unzipping his jeans and kicking them off. In one swift movement, he grabs the tip of his cock and lines it up with my pussy. Then with no warning, he plunges deep inside me. I cry out at the fullness of having him inside me again, and grip his shoulders, cutting into his skin with my nails.
“Fuck, I love you. You feel incredible. So fucking perfect.”
He begins to slide slowly in and out. I widen my thighs further and travel my hands down his muscled back, landing them on his chiselled butt. Wanting and needing him to fuck me harder, I push down on his ass, but he doesn’t alter the pace. He pulls out to the tip of his cock, then slams into me again. He continues the same stroke until I’m begging him to go faster.
He flips us over so I’m straddling him. His hands glide up my skin and rest on my breasts, cupping them. “Ride me, Lu. Take what you want, you set the pace.”
I begin to rock my hips back and forth, slow at first, enjoying the fullness of him, the way his head arches back on the pillow giving me a glimpse of his corded neck. Not being able to control myself, I lean down and lick my tongue over the cords, then kiss his jaw before moving across to lick the shell of his ear and nibbling on it. He moans and pulls my face into his hands, kissing me deeply. I continue to move up and down, loving the way my clit rubs against his pelvis in this position. His hips lift with each downward thrust, making him hit the most delicious spot inside me.
I begin to move faster. Up, down, and circle my core. Up, down, circle. His moans vibrate through my body, all the way to my toes. I push myself up by holding on to his shoulders, and slide my hands down his chest, loving the feel of his muscles tensing as he tries to hold back from letting go. His eyes bore deep into mine, and his hands snake around my waist, cupping my buttcheeks and setting the pace as he rolls my hips faster.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, rolling my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. Hawke brings his thumb to my pussy, rotating it around my clit. The sensation has me screaming out his name, and I arch back, placing my hands on either side of his legs as I come so hard and so fast, I see stars.
“Fuck, Lu, your pussy is milking me.” His voice sounds strained, and I open my eyes and watch as he comes undone. His teeth are biting into his bottom lip, and then I feel his warm seed shoot up inside me. “Luisaaaaa.” He groans, and I rest my palms on his chest as he thrusts a couple more times, before stopping and bringing me down to rest on him. I’m so exhausted I don’t move.
I keep him inside of me for what feels like hours. The rapid beat of his heart beneath my ear has me drifting off to sleep, but before I can close my eyes, I hear him say, “I love you, Lu. Always have, and always will.”
The End