“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, and lean over to cover one breast with my mouth.
Hannah shudders, writhing under me, as I swirl and suck her nipple between my teeth. The tip of my cock juts against the cabinets below, and I ache to be inside her. But I’m planning to give her multiple orgasms, to make up for the ones she wasn’t getting. Fury and frustration mix in my veins for a moment, because how could someone ever disrespect an angel like her?
My fingers run down her torso, and I feel the muscles beneath them quiver. “Oh God …”
I smile against her skin, switching nipples, before my mouth plants open-mouthed kisses where my fingers just were. And then I move south, so turned-on that I think I might come just from tasting her.
Using my arms to grab underneath her perky ass cheeks, I spread her, and hear the desperate moan she lets out. Hannah might be a reserved woman, but it seems I’ve loosened up some buttons. Maybe she just hasn’t been touched properly in forever, and it’s causing her to lose any hesitation she might have put up before. I’m running with it, because if she’s going to let me make her come on my tongue, I’m too selfish to slow down.
I taste her, running my tongue up her dripping wet slit, and she nearly shoots off the counter. Holding her in place with one arm wrangled around her waist, I push one finger inside her tight, wet heat as I use my mouth and teeth to work her swollen bundle of nerves.
“Walker!” she cries out in no time.
I don’t say anything, just continue my diligent worship of her pussy. I flex my own hips, all but dry-humping the cabinets below my kitchen island. I’d wrap my fist around myself if I wasn’t holding her in place and didn’t have two fingers now pumping inside her.
There is no warning before Hannah comes on my fingers and mouth, she simply lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard and then begins to shiver like her body temperature just went arctic. And Christ, I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life. I want to make her do that over and over again.
I pick her up, knowing that I don’t want our first time to be on this kitchen counter. If I don’t move us now, I’ll end up mounting her right here, and I want this to mean something more. I want her on my mattress, between the sheets, where we have all the space to explore. Hannah’s legs wrap around me, and my cock rubs against the wetness coating her after her orgasm.
“I’m trying to make it to the bedroom, but Jesus, I might just take you up against the wall,” I croak, because I’m almost slipping inside her.
“Please … please …” Hannah nearly chants.
We’re both practically drunk on each other, and I make it up the stairs and into my bedroom in record time. I’m surprised neither of us breaks anything in my near sprint to get here.
I don’t even bother depositing Hannah on the bed, but lift her with me as I crawl up the unmade sheets.
“Condom?” she asks, like she’s unsure whether I’ve been asked this.
“Of course,” I say immediately, and reach over to my bedside drawer at the same moment she spreads her thighs wider, parting for me.
It’s agony sliding the condom on, because I’m so close to losing myself that any friction is excruciating. Ducking my head, I cover Hannah’s mouth, thrusting my tongue inside at the exact moment I slide my cock into her.
Our groans mingle in the other’s mouth, and I think I might have just stroked out. My eyes are closed, considering I’m kissing her with the desperation of a dying man, but white spots are poking at the inside of my eyelids. The arousal that rockets down my spine, gripping me by the balls, is something out of this world. There might as well be G-force pulling me up into the atmosphere.
My eyes connect with her mesmerizing blue irises, and we’re locked that way. Her hands comb through my hair as I slow my pace down, stroking in and out of her with both gentle, measured rhythm and an intensity that I can’t put a name to.
We’re saying everything without uttering a word, and this feels like the most intimate, fragile moment of my life. I’ve had sex, plenty of it, but this is … holy shit. Way more. I feel like if she were to reach up and touch my cheek, I might confess that I love her.
It feels like the world is moving in slow motion as I watch her arch against the bed, her hair tattooing itself on my sheets. I’ll remember her like this, in this exact spot, for the rest of my life. Hannah’s drowsy eyes stay on mine as she shudders, and I feel her squeeze my cock in pure bliss.
Her orgasm sets my own off, and I sink to my elbows, pressing my nose to hers, as I spill into the condom. Our gasps mix in the breaths between us, and I’m lost in her.
We’re silent for a while, touches and kisses the only language we need. I knew sex with Hannah would be incredible, but this is … earth-shattering. It’s like being with her solidifies everything I’ve always assumed was between us, but could never get confirmation on.
When she begins to move, I finally break the quiet.
“Can’t we just stay here all day? Call your boss, she’ll understand.” I hook an arm around her waist and pull her to me.
She buries her face in my neck, inhaling and kissing at the same time. “Oh, how I wish I could do that. But the real world calls. We’re not all in the off-season.”
“You know when people ask what super power you’d want if you could have one?” I ask.
She nods into my neck.
“I wish I could stop time, so we could lie here for as long as we want.” My hands rub up and down her back.
“Just lie here?” Hannah mumbles, and I can tell she’s trying to insinuate something, but is too shy to look me in the eye and actually say it.
I smooth the hair out of her face and shimmy down so she has to look at me.
“If I could stay in this bed and be inside you for the rest of eternity, I would.”
The blush that creeps across Hannah’s cheeks is pure scarlet.
She clears her throat, though I can feel her body warming at the same time I go completely rock solid once more.
“As enticing as that sounds, I do have to get back to work. But … thanks for lunch.” She giggles.
“I’ll pick you up for lunch every day, I swear it.”
We both start laughing together.
I end up driving Hannah back to the salon in a mad rush, a peanut butter sandwich in her purse for nourishment, and my fingers laced through hers the entire drive.
18
Hannah
The holidays are the gateway to a new year, and I can’t wait for this one to be over.
It seems like Christmas snuck up on me; from working almost full time, to taking care of the girls, to getting a lot of documentation and statements ready for both the domestic violence trial and my divorce case … well, I haven’t completely been Mrs. Claus this season. Plus, if I’m being honest, this Christmas won’t be a normal one for us.
In the past, even if my marriage was in turmoil, Shane always turned up the charm for the holidays. He was Mr. Attentive Dad, spoiling the girls with tons of presents. He’d tell me to spend whatever I wanted on decorations and food, gifts out the wazoo, and then he’d get to put on his show. I think he loved the pomp and spectacle of it. And even if I hated him, I loved him so much during that time, which felt like being a rose-colored snow globe.