Scream My Name

by Kimberly Kaye Terry

  He ground against her, and she could feel the thick engorged outline of his shaft as it pushed against her mound. Feverish, she rolled her hips and torso against the thick bulge, as her tongue fiercely dueled with his, locked in a hot tangled battle.

  She shoved her hand in his hair, dislodging the leather band he’d secured it with, and tunneled her fingers in the thick strands.

  Hawk broke the kiss, his chest heaving, his thin nostrils flaring widely as he took deep breaths of air. As their gazes locked, his eyes darkened with lust and passion so that they appeared as sooty black as his hair.

  “Unless you want it to,” he said, his voice barely above a deep murmur.

  It took Danita a few minutes before her brain unfogged and she realized what he was saying. He was finishing the end of the sentence he’d started before the toe-curling, tongue-lashing, pussy-pounding kiss.

  Drop kicking the ball solely into Danita’s court.

  “Would you like some tea, or coffee, or maybe something to eat?” Danita opened cabinets with shaky hands, searching for the coffee filters she knew good and well she’d bought when out shopping the week before.

  As she searched for the M.I.A. filters, she told herself the churning in her gut was because of the ridiculous amount of candy and food she’d eaten at the festival and not because of the beautiful, golden man staring at her through a pair of the darkest, sexiest eyes she’d ever seen, leaning against her counter.

  Or because of the kiss they shared on her porch, making out like two randy teenagers.

  She stopped and leaned both hands on the counter, and blew out a frustrated breath of air.

  “Damn, I know they’re here somewhere.”

  “Danita?”

  She turned to face him. “Yes?”

  “I’m not thirsty. At least not for anything in your cabinets. Come here.” The corner of his sensual wide mouth lifted as he held a hand out to her.

  Watching him warily, she pushed herself away from the counter and walked toward him. When she stood in front of him, he framed her face with the palms of his hands.

  “You don’t have anything to be nervous about with me. Not now, not ever. I promise you,” he said.

  Emotion swamped her at his simple words.

  Oh, God.

  She was turning into one big massive crybaby because of this man. But all it took was some small phrasing, a particular way of saying something that completely turned her inside out.

  “You know that, don’t you?” he questioned, running his thumbs over her cheeks as he stared down at her.

  She closed her eyes again, shutting out the sight of his beautiful, earnest face, his eyes so solemn, so dark, staring at her with an intensity that stole the breath from her starving lungs.

  She’d known him for such a short time. Couldn’t even give a name to what their relationship was. She didn’t know anything about him, his life, his aspirations, his dreams…all of those things that her mother, friends, and others had indicated were the mandatory things one should know about a man before becoming emotionally invested in him.

  Yet she didn’t think he would ever hurt her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

  “I know,” she coughed, and cleared her throat when the words emerged sounding garbled.

  “Do you want me to make love to you?” he asked.

  Simple. Direct.

  Danita stared at him, her emotions all over the place, her mind still trying to come to grips with what she felt for this man.

  One thing for certain, she wanted him. Wanted him to fulfill the promise of his earlier lovemaking. Wanted to know what it would be like to allow him to fulfill the heated promise in his dark, sensual eyes.

  “Yes,” she said, and taking him by the hand, she led him to her bedroom.

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  Once in the bedroom, Hawk turned her around to face him, holding her loosely in his arms.

  “Nice and slow, Dani, everything will be nice…and slow.” The promise in his dark eyes heated her body, yet chills ran over her skin and she shivered as though cold.

  Her lips stretched into a nervous smile, her heart clenching at the nickname he’d given her. No one had ever shortened her name. It was such a frivolous thing to do, yet somehow endearing to her.

  He kept his eyes on hers as he began to strip the clothes from her body. She raised her arms as he lifted her blouse over her head, much as a child would for a parent. But there was nothing fatherly about what he was doing to her body, the way he was making her feel. The cool air from her ceiling fan rushed over her bared arms and she shivered.

  “I’ll warm you up in no time,” he promised before deftly unclipping the front closure of her bra.

  Her aching breasts tumbled free and Hawk stopped, his hot gaze staring at her breasts. He licked his lips and leaned down, placed a hand under one of the heavy orbs and lifted it to his open mouth.

  Danita arched into his mouth as he nursed one sensitive tit with his mouth, and pulled and massaged the other with his hand, sharply tugging on her distended nipple until shudders racked her body. When her pussy clenched, her body tightening with each pull of his mouth, Danita cried out sharply.

  He inserted his thumbs into the top of her capris, and ran them along the sides, caressing her before returning to the center to unsnap them.

  With methodical precision he unzipped her and laid the flaps of the jeans to the side. Without removing them he brushed his long fingers over the satin of her panties and eased his fingers between her legs, cupping the warmth of her mound. Her female wetness now flowed, pooling in her panties.

  Danita moaned and bowed her back, arching herself into his palm.

  Delicious tendrils of heat and anticipation coursed through her when he moaned, obviously enjoying the feel of her, before removing his hand.

  He pulled her capris down the length of her legs, and lifted her legs so she could step out.

  “Oooh,” she cried when he grabbed both sides of her hips and brought her lower body flush with his face.

  Through the silk of her panties he brushed the side of his face back and forth against the tight, springy curls protecting her mound, rubbing his nose at the center of her heat. Danita grabbed his head and pulled him tighter against her aching core.

  One of his long fingers pulled at the side elastic of her panties, peeling it away so that her vagina was exposed. Again he rubbed his nose in and around her, but this time, as he’d moved her panties to the side, he nudged her vaginal lips aside with the end of his nose and inhaled her scent.

  “You smell so good,” he murmured against the side of her thigh before his tongue snaked out and licked her pussy.

  “Oh, Hawk, what are you doing—” Danita’s words clogged in her throat when he again separated the lips of her vagina and nibbled and suckled the slick inner lips.

  She grabbed onto both sides of his head, her fingers tunneling through the thick silky strands of his hair, inching closer to his plunging tongue.

  She felt more than heard his rumbling laugh against her folds, but didn’t care. There ought to be a law against what he was doing to her, Danita thought as she rolled her hips against his mouth.

  When he hollowed his tongue and curled it around her clit, her knees buckled.

  “So good.” His words were muffled within her saturated folds.

  His hands steadied her, gripping tightly into the flesh of her hips as he slammed his tongue in and out of her core, the only sound in the room her soft mewling cries and the greedy, wet sound of him lapping her cream.

  Danita’s body was on fire, aching and trembling.

  As he licked and suckled her fat clit, engorged and pulsing, Hawk’s erection grew painful within the confines of his jeans. Maintaining a steady hand on her hip, he swiftly unsnapped the closure of his jeans and shoved them away, lifting his erection out of his shorts in one move.

  When he curled his tongue around her clit, he felt her body tense and in frantic movem
ents, she bucked against his mouth, her fingers painful in his hair as she brought her hips closer and his face tight against her.

  Ravenous for her, he shoved the capris from her body and tore her panties away as he continued to feast on her sweet honey.

  “Yes…yes…” she panted.

  He lifted his head from the nectar between her thighs to see her beautiful face, washed in pleasure, and felt a dew of his own cum on the palm of his hand. Urgent to feel her, he regretfully rose from between her legs, lifting her into his arms, ignoring her cry of distress.

  “No!” she cried out the denial.

  “Ssh, it’s okay. I’m not leaving you,” he promised in a low, intimate tone, placing her on the bed.

  Taking only enough time to completely rid her of her remaining clothes, pull his jeans and shirt away from his body, Hawk lay back on top of her and quickly made his way down her body.

  Spreading her legs, he lifted them and placed them over his shoulders. He then used both hands to palm the generous mounds of her buttocks, lifting her away from the mattress, her vagina back in close contact with his hungry mouth. She released a sweet sounding moan, grinding against him, her cries increasing in earnest as his lips, tongue, and teeth dug back into her sweet, hot core.

  As he ate and nibbled her, he inserted a finger inside her vagina, withdrawing her sticky cream. Keeping his mouth busy, he hoisted her legs higher onto his shoulders, her plump ass high, and used his hands to separate her cheeks. He inserted an oiled finger into the little rosy hole of her anus in careful increments.

  “Oh…oh…yes,” she mewled, squirming around his fingers, her fingers clutching the floral quilt on her bed.

  Her feminine cream was an aphrodisiac to Hawk, the more he ate, the more he wanted to eat, devour, as he eagerly mouthed her and swallowed her honey.

  Once her body accustomed to his finger, he eased another inside her and began to move in and out in a steady rhythm until he felt her body begin to quiver, the legs thrown over his shoulder shake, and her head toss frantically back and forth on the pillow.

  “Let go,” he encouraged her, using his head to widen her legs.

  He shoved his tongue as deep as he could within her throbbing, milking walls, used the thumb of one hand to rub her pulsing fat clit, and twisted his fingers imbedded in her ass in short, quick turns.

  She broke.

  Screaming, her body completely lifting from the bed, she came.

  “Yesss!” she screamed.

  Danita completely lifted from the bed as her body jerked, her hips slamming against his fingers and mouth. She shuddered, screamed, and pulled at his head, begging him to stop, but Hawk held on until she lay weak back against the mattress.

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  “That feels good,” Danita murmured contentedly with her body curled around Hawk’s after he turned her around to face him. “What a perfect day. Absolutely perfect.”

  She moved her head to the side, giving him better access to the nape of her neck, where his lean yet strong fingers were buried within her hair, massaging it.

  Hawk’s laugh was husky. “It’s about to get a whole lot better.” The promise in his eyes made her breath catch, and heady anticipation unfurled in the pit of her stomach.

  He flipped their bodies so that she lay supine beneath him as his body blanketed hers. As he looked down at her, the long thick strands of his hair fell forward and provided an intimate blanket, enveloping them in their own private sensual cocoon.

  “Is that a threat?” she purred, the corners of her lips tugging into an easy smile as she wrapped her arms around him, the tips of her nails scoring the back of his neck before delving within the thick mass of his hair.

  He leaned down and captured her lips within his, drawing out her lower rim before releasing it just as slowly.

  “No, just a promise of what’s to come.”

  Danita closed her eyes as his tongue snaked down her chin, circling it before drawing it into his mouth. Thinking he’d continue on his journey, she was surprised when he drew her chin completely into his mouth and began to pull on it, as though he was suckling a breast.

  She was even more surprised when her body sharply responded to the unusual caress, particularly when his teeth grazed her chin in a biting caress that made her clit throb in tandem.

  “God! What…why?” she stuttered and gasped, drawing her knees up, and planting her feet on the mattress as her body tilted forward. “How does that…why does that feel good?” she asked breathlessly.

  He chuckled. “You’d be amazed at what body parts can be sexual hot spots…with the right man.”

  Her head fell back on the pillow when he continued his sensual tonguing down the line of her throat before stopping at the crest of one breast.

  “Hmmm…yes,” he drawled, and through half-closed eyes Danita watched as he lifted one of her breasts carefully, as though it were fine crystal and he was afraid it would break if he wasn’t careful.

  Her breath came out in even pants, as she waited for him to take it into his mouth.

  “Beautiful. Like a mound of chocolate cream with a perfect cherry on top,” he murmured before drawing her breast deep into his mouth. His words and hot mouth made Danita cry out in pleasure.

  His hungry mouth suckled and milked her until Danita’s body trembled and her vagina wept with each hot pull of his mouth on her.

  “Hawk…please.” The words were wrenched from her, her body in desperate need of more.

  “What do you want, Danita?” Hawk bit down on her engorged nipple and washed the biting caress with his tongue.

  “Anything, everything…whatever you want to give me,” Danita cried out, not caring how desperate she sounded in her need. “I ache…”

  “Here?” he asked, one hand trailing down her body to cup her warm naked mound.

  “Yes!” she cried, arching into his palm.

  One finger slid between her wet folds while the other pinched her nipples.

  God, she wanted more. The one finger he had in her wasn’t enough.

  Danita begged for more, widening her knees and bucking against him as he fingered her. Hawk lay on top of her and buried his head between her breasts, adding another finger and another until Danita began to weep in open need.

  When he withdrew his fingers she felt deserted, painfully so, until she felt him guide the broad head of his penis over her clit in teasing strokes.

  “Do you want it, Danita…do you want me?” he asked.

  She heard a curious longing in the question that in her state of sexual euphoria she was unable to discern the meaning of. “Yes, please…” she panted, but despite her need to have his thickness inside her, and her current state of hypersexual need, she knew she’d heard a plea in the question.

  Almost as though he was…begging…her to accept more than his cock, this act.

  She took both hands and framed his lean, beautifully sculpted cheeks, bringing his face down to hers. She took his sensual mouth, just as she wanted him to take her, and shoved her tongue deep inside his mouth. She swept inside his mouth, boldly mimicking with her tongue what she wanted him to do to her with the stiff shaft that was teasing her pulsing clit.

  With a harsh groan, he lifted her hips away from the mattress and plowed deep into her vagina in a stroke so powerful and deep, it drove her toward the head of the bed, bumping against the headboard.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  This was what she needed. His hard-driving shaft plowing into her was what she’d been craving since she’d first gotten a taste of his lovemaking weeks ago.

  Yet for all her lust, her crazed desire to feel him rock her, her walls clamped down tight on his shaft, and a feminine instinct prevented his marauding cock from coming any further into her.

  “Let me all the way in,” he grunted, and with her eyes wide, breath coming out in strangled gasps, she stared into his lean, chiseled face, and his intense cognac-colored eyes bore down into her, as though he could see into her very soul.
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  They stared at one another, their gazes locked in a battle as old as man, before she whimpered and relaxed. He reached between them and spread the lips of her vagina wide, and Danita moaned harshly when she felt him slide the rest of the way home.

  The pressure began to build, mounting as he fed her all of him. She moved restless beneath him, and he clamped his strong fingers on her hips to anchor her down to the bed. His dick was so hard and slick as it moved within her, sliding into her warmth, and Danita wet her dry lips. He raised her hips higher as he filled her, until she was flowing with his thickness.

  Once in, once she felt the broad bulbous end of his penis tap against her soft inner spot, she blew out several panting breaths and shut her eyes. He rested his forehead against hers and groaned, clutching the flesh of her hips as he lay immobile inside her with her impaled on his shaft.

  “So good. So tight…so good,” he rasped. “Is it good for you…?” He bit the words out between clenched teeth, his breath fanning the hairs on her hairline.

  “Yes.” She barely was able to choke out the words past the constriction in her throat. “Yes, yes, yes…now, move. Please,” she panted.

  He laughed low and began to move in strong glides deep into her, rocking into her body with a strength that stole her breath away. Instinctually, she gripped his wrist.

  “Oh, wait, please…” she begged when one of his strokes hit one of her hot spots in a place where few had ever been able to find, much less tap with just the right amount of pressure that had her biting the inside of her cheek to prevent a scream from releasing.

  “Oh, yes…ummm, yes!” she screamed, unable to stop herself when he continued his light rhythmic taps against her spot, the pressure that began when he first began to make love to her now reaching to a feverish pitch.

  Hawk grabbed both of her hands within one of his, forcing her arms up, anchoring them above her head, forcing her breasts to slap against each other. With her gaze melded with his, unable to look away, she felt him insert his free hand between them.