The Grand Mistress

Simione was still panting hard, fresh from orgasm when Hawk leveled on her gaze. There was something in his eyes that told the girl they were far from over and when he overtook her lips again and crushed himself over her, the hardness of engorged manhood made the woman become very aware of his unsatisfied wanting. He was ironed hard and the feeling of it, crushing into Simione's stomach made her overwhelmingly curious on how he must have felt right then. She very well remembered how he groaned painfully last night  because he tried to suppress it. Would he do the same thing now? 

The thought made her mind fly away and brought her back to earlier when she saw him dashingly naked as he undressed himself. God! Hawk Monsanto was a very fine gentleman and well built that he looked like the perfect portrait for Adonis. The gorgeous muscular lines of his body,his taut chest, firm abs and even his manhood was so alluring, Simione almost didn't believe he could be that beautiful without clothes. He was already handsome with suits on, but when naked, the word handsome became an understatement already. He's just impossibly perfect and too damn hot that only if she was as shameless as all those women who wanted him, she'd sure take time looking at it.

In the middle of their fiery kisses, Simione was blatantly surprised when Hawk took her hand and made her touch and wrapped it around his sex. She quivered at the burgenouning shape and for a moment she didn't know what to do. Didn't she give him a hand job a few weeks ago when Feather was fitting her wedding dress? Why does it feel like she didn't know what to do now? The feeling of it in rigid manhood in her  hand made her very aware of how big it was, she almost couldn't wrap her hands around it and it was so shiny and silky that unintentionally, it went in and out her hands making Hawk groaned hard at it.

Hawk broke their kiss and took her chin then caressed his thumb on it as he made her look into his fiery grey eyes. 

"Take responsibility for what you did to me," He told her with an expression full of desire and wanting that SImione couldn't help but bite her lips in front of him. 

"I did nothing," She responded viciously as she made a hollow in her hand and moved it in and out Hawk's engorged manhood. Just as she started the routine, Hawk's expression became complicated and he jerked back, closing his eyes to feel a very much awaited pleasure he didn't think she would be willing to give. However what he didn't know was that Simione was taking pleasure in how she could make him suffer and bend before her, because when it comes to their sexual ventures, he was always at her mercy.

"Sisi…." Hawk had been containing himself too long, he couldn't endure much of her teasing. Under SImione's touch, he felt so weak and defenseless that in the end, he had to held into the same stone he made her lean for him to support his very own self because the pleasure that the woman was giving was far too much his knees was almost giving up.

As Simione moved her hands up and down on him, something inside Hawk was brewed up hard and each stroke stung leaving him desire for more of it. He held his breath and readied himself for a release just when Simione intensively fastened her pace. When it broke, ecstasy overtook him and he repeatedly called her name as the pleasure broke and made him spill violently on her stomach. Hawk then buried his face at the crook of Simione's neck and shoulder, cursing. Her giving him a release was so dreadfully pleasant and was much better than what he had anticipated nor dreamed it would be.

"If only you would say yes to me mi amore, I'll do you hard and loud right here," He threatened when he recovered from the bliss that overtook him. "I swear it, we'll make love here and I'll make you feel more better than we did just right now,"

Hawk was tempted more to make more advances at the girl, but Simione who was very aware that Hawk was about to lose himself about their constrained lovemaking pushed him unexpectedly that his body landed on the water at his back. When he was able to even his balance, he splashed water on Simione as a retaliation. 

"Stop it," Simione giggled and begged him to stop but Hawk wasn't giving her a break and in the end, she too did the same to him. They end up splashing water against each other as if they had all time to play in the river after their hard ordeal yesterday.

"I said stop it!"

"Retreating now? You are the one who started this?" Hawk smirked at her but the truth was he was loving the sound of her laughter that thundered in the place together with the rushing of water and the occasional singing of birds. He had never heard Simione laugh that playfully and he was loving every minute of it.

"I didn't mean to push you!"

"You are such a one big liar mi amore," He stopped his splash attacks and immediately crossed their distance so that in a moment Simione was on his arms again, giggling like a child over playtime. 

"What now?" She raised a brow at him when their faces were so close again and their bodies pressed against each other.

"Let's play something else," He smiled devilishly at the proposal and even before Simione could protest, he brushed his mouth again, licked them open and delved right into it to taste her addictive taste.

The couple's whole morning was spent on the river and when they got back to the camp, Hawk had to reheat the food as it had gone cold. They had a delightful breakfast together and talked about so many things that they love in Comis village and how bad the storm was yesterday. Right after, Hawk prepared to leave while Simione took the remaining time she had picking up the herbs again until Hawk called her attention.

"Ready?" Hawk asked as he took the last of the herbs and tucked them in his bag and sealed it close and tight. 

"Guess so. Do you think it's safe to climb down now?" she asked. She remembered the accident she had yesterday and certainly didn't want to experience it again. It was very traumatic.

"I had checked earlier, the road isn't that slippery anymore. The hot morning sun managed to dry it," Hawk announced. "Just hold my hand, you'll be fine,"

"Alright," Simione took his hand and held on to his promise that she'll be safe with him. Deep inside she was really afraid she'd end up in a near death experience again and Hawk was the only one that was making her feel safe at this time. So even though she felt that she was a bit extra clingy and dependent on him while climbing down, she brushed off her pride and held tight on him. 

Hawk was very considerate though as he never complained nor commented on how she was acting extra distrustful on the road and never let go of her hand even at the most complicated part of the climb where holding hands was inconvenient. Instead, he found ways to make sure she was safe all the time, at the safe corner, stepping at the safest stone, walking on the safest parts and assuring her that everything will be okay so long as he was with her side. Unknown to Hawk, that day was the only day in Simione's life that she  depended on anyone after a very long time.

After a few hours, the sight of the two climbing down became visible to those who were waiting for them at the mountain and they all shouted and cheered happily knowing that the two survived. Last night was the strongest of the storm and they did worry about the two. Right when they arrived, someone took the medicine and ran back to the Comis village fast so that the two could rest for a while and only when the afternoon was threatening to wear off did the rest of the group go home.

When arrived at the village, the tonic was already made and Bunbun had finally drunk some of it. The directress was extra thankful to Simione for risking her life for it and for Hawk, for saving Simione. The tonic did come very helpful specially that even when the rain had stopped already, no one could still cross the river to bring Bunbun to the hospital as the flood had not stopped yet. They learned that the dike at the northern part was damaged because of the storm and it would take a while to be fixed so right then, people from that part of the mountain, specially the Comis village folks, were hindered from going into towns and leaving the village.