For the third time, Simione found her heaven at Hawk's intrusive tongue. He was exploring every wet depths of her with it and all she could do was curse his name as she lost touch with the world and as Hawk groaned with satisfaction. Orgasm ripped through her magnificently and she felt like she was shattering, in a good way—in a wonderful good way.
The feeling was carnally beyond description.
One minute after she was catching her breath as seismic quakes from orgasm still jolted through her body. She wanted to pause and lavished the satisfaction of her fresh release when unexpectedly, she felt Hawk's body covered hers entirely and his mouth found hers again. God, does he have no plans of making her recover?
