“Thomas,” she cries, and I will never tire of hearing my name on her lips.
“That’s it, baby, show me what you like.”
I watch her fingers as she moves in perfect circles on her clit. I feel like a student studying for a final exam, but this is more important than that. This iseverything. She’s growing more confident and I can hear the difference in the noises she was making before when she faked it, to now. These are more breathless, less whiny, more… raw. Real.
My own climax tightens in my balls, but I won’t come until she does. I squeeze my balls, tightening my grip on my shaft, doing whatever I can to stave off my release.
Her fingers strum faster, pace quickening as she chases her orgasm. Eyes closing, her mouth drops open in a silent cry as she comes. I watch her body writhe as she moans lowly, eyes flying open to watch me.
I jerk my hand up and down as she watches closely, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. I wait until her eyes are locked on my hands, and then I let myself go. I don’t hold back from crying out her name as my climax hits, my cum spurting from my cock and landing on the couch between us, covering my hand and my thighs with it.
We catch our breath together, and I don’t move my gaze from her. She’s not covering her body anymore. Her legs are still splayed wide open, showing me her soaking pussy.
“How was that?” I ask, needing to know.
“It was perfect,” she admits. “It helped me get out of my head.”
“Good,” I murmur, leaning forward to cup her cheek with my clean hand, kissing her. I rise from the couch. “Stay there,” I tell her, and she doesn’t move as I head into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.
“May I?” I ask when I get back to the couch. She’s adjusted now, scooting back and closing her thighs.
“Yes,” she responds, her voice breathy and shaky.
I rest a hand on her knee, applying gentle pressure to open her legs for me. I clean her gently. Not that I got any cum on her, but it’s still nice to clean her. It’s another level of intimacy that I want with her.
“Better?” I ask when I’m done.
She nods, standing from the couch. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, baby.”
Hannah grabs her clothes from the ground and heads into the bathroom. I clean up the mess on the couch, hoping it doesn’t stain because I’m not sure how I’d explain that to Dottie and Ron.
A relaxing warmth spreads throughout my body, and I can’t wait to hold her in my arms again. I throw my own clothes back on, tossing the washcloth into the washer before I sit down on the couch.
A few minutes later, she comes out, a perfect pink flush covering her freckled cheeks and chest. “Come here, freckles.”
She strides to me, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. I pull her onto the couch and into my side, kissing the top of her head as she curls up into my body. I love this closeness, the way she melts into me.
“Was that okay?” I ask, running my hand up and downher arm.
“It was more than okay,” she replies. “Thank you. I don’t know how you knew what I needed, but it was amazing.”
“Good. I’m glad. We can do that again whenever you want. I agree, it was amazing.”
Hannah nods, then turns her head further into my chest. “Or we could do something else? Something… more?” she asks tentatively. She’s embarrassed, and she has no reason to be.
I reach down, taking her chin between my fingers, tilting her head to look at me. “Look at me, baby.”
Her blue orbs lock on mine. “We can do anything you want. Something more, something less, or something completely different. The options are endless.”
Hannah nods, and I can see the wheels turning in her brain as it comes up with ideas. I’m doing the same. I can’t wait to explore this new side of her, and explore it together as we become anus.
34
THOMAS
Abead of sweat rolls down my cheek as I heft a shovel full of manure into the wheelbarrow. For the last few weeks, this has been my life. I start the day out with Hannah in my arms, then Arson and I head to the house and help Ron with whatever he needs. I’ve turned into his fix it man, and I don’t mind a bit.
