“Yeah.” Her teeth sunk into her full bottom lip.
The last thing he wanted to do was cause Hannah any discomfort. Samuel took great care as he eased into her tight pussy. “Jagiya,” he groaned while he eased his cock deeper within her. “You’re so tight.” He praised. He adjusted his rhythm, finding the perfect balance between gentle and intense thrusts. Her walls squeezed around him, massaging his length. He gripped her hips, ensuring a steady pace as he thrust in and out. His touch was both passionate and gentle, his fingertips caressing her skin with each movement. “You feel so good.” After nipping at her lip, he kissed her passionately.
Samuel was so close. Her hands caressed his back. He abandoned his rhythm as her nails sank into his cheeks. His release slammed into him as he roared her name. Without thinking, he collapsed on her. He listened as their breathing transitioned from the ragged, desperate sounds to their regular cadence. Her walls pulsed around his spent length. When she rubbed her hand along his back, he realised their position.
“Sorry, I must be heavy,” he offered as he rolled onto his back. Pulling her with him, he tucked her into his side.
“I don’t mind. I like the weight of you on top of me,” Hannah mused while stroking his chest. What was she trying to do to him? He didn’t respond but couldn’t help grabbing a handful of her ass and giving her a warning squeeze.
Samuel had waited for what seemed a lifetime for a moment like this. The intimacy of it gave him a feeling of contentment. Although he wished they could stay in this position, they needed to clean up. “Beautiful,” he began.
“It’s dark. You can’t see me.” She sleepily mumbled.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I see you, Hannah. I always will.”
“You’re so sweet.” She uttered, then the next moment, he heard soft snoring.
He was able to separate from her, retrieve a cloth, and clean her up all without waking her. Once he was finished, Samuel looked at her with the aid of the light streaming from the bathroom. Hannah looked so contented. It gave him a feeling of relief.
That was not the expression she wore the first time they had been intimate. They had planned to elope. Since the plan was to marry in the morning, he had finessed her into being intimate with him.“In less than twenty-four hours, we will be married. We already have this room.” He’d told her as he kissed her neck.Neitherhis lust nor youthfulness had seen she wasn’t fully committed to going through with marrying him. It had nearly killed him when, not thirty minutes after they had given themselves to each other, he found her crying in the bathroom.
“Honestly, I’m fine.” She had assured him. He’d fallen asleep holding a tearful Hannah in his arms. Convincing himself everything would be better in the morning. However, instead of awaking to find her beside him, his arms were empty. His eyes scanned the room. She wasn’t there. The door to the washroom was closed. Even though he knew better, he looked inside. He even looked in the closet. Which was when he discovered all her things were gone. Well, all except for the pale-yellow dress with the dark yellow flowers she’d selected to wear to their wedding. That she had left behind. Hanging in there to taunt him. He’d been so devastated. God, he had thought he had known pain. It was nothing compared to what he felt when her engagement to Jeremiah was announced a year later.
Samuel had gone on to lead a life most people would envy. The mention of his name was enough to sell out the largest music venues. Fans fainted when he walked on stage. His name was chanted wherever he went. Women threw their panties and themselves at him. For many years, he indulged. It was a failed attempt to dull the gaping ache Hannah had left. He had been furious with her for so long. For years, Samuel thought he would never forgive her. He’d wanted her to feel the pain she had caused him.
However, when he heard what Jeremiah had done, he discovered the true depth of his feelings for her. Upon discovering her philandering husband's behavior, Samuel went into a rage. His heart had immediately gone out to Hannah. He found he didn’t want her in pain at all. In fact, what he wanted to do was protect her and take away her pain. He couldn’t figure out a way to insert himself into the situation without causing waves. Then Alvin White approached him. From there, everything fell into place.
Instead of getting back into bed with her, his memories had him keeping watch over her. Even as sleepiness stung his eyes, he stayed unmoving, not returning to bed. He watched as she reached out her hands in search of him. The shadow of confusion fell over her face when she didn’t find him. “Han-uel?” she called.
“I’m here.” He answered.
Her eyes fluttered open briefly, and an angelic smile transformed her features. He turned off the light and joined her in bed. She immediately snuggled up to him. He pressed a kiss to her temple. This is where they both belonged. Samuel shut the door to the past. His focus was on her and their future.
ChapterNine
HANNAH
This was Hannah’s second attempt at waking up for the morning. The first had been with Samuel’s head between her thighs. The gentle flicks of his tongue at her folds had her moaning as she came awake. She discovered he enjoyed teasing her. He lapped at her apex with his skillful tongue, ignoring her swollen bud, which demanded his attention. Her moans turned to frustration. Her new husband abandoned his place between her thighs all together.
“Good morning,” he greeted, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Morning,” She mumbled. The whine in her tone was evident even to her.
He licked the seam of her parted lips. “You know, Jagiya,” he said with a gentle peck. “If you want something,” he followed up with a not so gentle kiss. “All you have to do is ask.” This time he gave a deep kiss that flooded her body with heat.
“Can you?”
“I can do anything. The question on the table is, what would you like me to do?”
“Can you do what you were doing before?”
“Now, Jagiya…” Using his forefinger, he bopped her on the nose. “You have to use the words.”
Hannah didn’t know how to articulate herself. Foreplay was pretty much nonexistent with Jeremiah. Kissing, some petting that felt more like poking, was the extent of their intimate coupling.
Oh, she knew what she wanted. Last night, Samuel had genuinely made her orgasm. It had been the second of her life, and Hannah didn’t know how to ask him to do it again.
His tone was playful. “Do you need help?” Samuel asked. Hannah nodded. He was no longer playful when he spoke. “Alright. Do you want me to eat your pussy and make you come?”
