Fuck, hearing those words leave her lips makes my cock thicken even more in my boxers. Once again, these boxersare lucky. At this point, maybe it’s manifestation, but I’m not going to question it.
I slide my hand around her waist, locking my eyes with hers. “What did I do to deserve you?” I ask, not really waiting for an answer before kissing her again. Hannah whimpers into my mouth, and for a long while, I kiss her. We make out like teenagers, my body hovering over hers on the bed. In the distance, I hear theclick-clackof Arson’s nails as he goes downstairs, giving us some privacy.
My hand grips her soft waist as I lay her down, resting some of my weight on her. I slowly make my way down her body, kissing her through her thin pajama shirt until I reach the apex of her thighs. Heat radiates from her core, taunting me with her soaking pussy. I press a kiss to the fabric-covered heat, goosebumps breaking out on my flesh when she moans.
“This okay, baby?” I ask, looking up at her from between her thighs. She breathes heavily, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.
She nods, her eyes glassy as she looks down at me. “Yes, please.”
I slide my fingers under the waistband of her sleep shorts, prompting her to lift her hips. I push them down, revealing her glistening cunt to me. She’s fucking soaked. She shimmies her thin top up and off, baring her breasts to me. My mouth is watering seeing her completely naked and knowing what is coming next. I adjust my glasses, fully aware that I could take them off, but wanting to see everything, every moment.
I slide my boxers down, freeing my throbbing cock. Just the thought of being inside her is making my brain short-circuit. Hannah glances down, watching my cock twitch, and bites her lip.Fuuuck,she’s trying to kill me.
I kiss my way down her body again, not stopping this time when I reach her pussy, instead, sliding my tongue from her entrance to her clit, enjoying the taste of her for the first time. Hannah jolts under my touch, her body tensing and relaxing after a moment.
I take my time, letting my tongue explore her, my fingers moving to her entrance and sliding in. Her pussy tightens around them, and if this is a preview of what my cock is about to experience, we’re going to be lucky if I make it more than three strokes.
Thrusting my fingers in and out of her, I soak up each moan, each breathy gasp and tense of her muscles. Her thighs tighten around my head as my tongue flicks and teases her clit. She’s getting closer with each movement, her body showing me the signs that are growing all too familiar with each passing day.
“Come for me, baby,” I order, needing to give her as much pleasure as possible tonight. I will make her feel good. This won’t be some fumbled fuck in the back seat of a Honda Civic with a teenage boyfriend. Her first time should be amazing, and I feel honored that she’s choosing me to be her first.
“Fuck,” Hannah moans, her thighs shaking, squeezing my head even tighter as she reaches down to grip my hair, pulling at the strands.
I moan against her clit, giving her a little vibration, making her moan. I don’t stop until she’s shoving me off her. When I sit back on my heels, I wipe my mouth with my fingers, the ones that were just inside her. Not wanting her wetness to go to waste, I slide my fingers into my mouth, reveling again in her delicious taste.
“Holy shit,” Hannah gasps. I smile as I let my fingers fall from my mouth to my cock, wrapping aroundthe girth and stroking a few times. “Holy shit,” she repeats, her mouth dropping open comically.
Stroking my cock is not enough, though, even with her eyes on me like they were the day we watched each other. I need more. Hannah surprises me, sitting up and leaning forward, her fingers grazing down my chest and stomach to cover my hand. “May I?” she asks delicately.
I swallow harshly. “Yes,” I say through gritted teeth, anticipating her touch. No matter how much I anticipate and prepare though, it’s never enough to lessen the pure bliss that hits me when she replaces my hand with her small fingers.
She tentatively strokes, squeezing my shaft the way I’ve shown her.
“Harder, baby,” I coach, hissing when she follows my instructions. Hannah rises to her knees, matching my position. I reach out, cupping her heavy breasts in my palms as she strokes me with one hand. The other wraps around the nape of my neck, pulling me down to her lips.
37
HANNAH
Ihave never wanted a person like this before. Never had someone wantmelike this. My hand wraps around his thick shaft, twisting and stroking him the way he showed me, and the noises he’s making make me feel confident that he likes it.
Thomas slowly peels my hand free, murmuring against my neck, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come, and that’s not what I want. Not yet, at least.”
“Okay,” I murmur, letting go of him and sitting back on my heels.
“Lie back, baby.” Thomas helps me so I’m comfortable on the pillow, my hair fanned out behind me. He devours the sight of my body, his eyes tracing every inch of my skin. His gaze leaves me feeling achy and wanting. Self-consciousness doesn’t get a chance to creep in, because the hungered look on his face would wipe it out immediately.
“I will never tire of this. Of you,” he mutters, reaching out to trace his thumb across my bottom lip. “Do you feel ready?”
“Yes,” I say. I don’t know what is normal in situations like this, but I say it anyway. “I’m on birth control. I have an IUD, and I’m… well I’m clean.”
Thomas nods, his finger tilting my chin. “I’m clean too, I was tested at my most recent physical and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’ll still wear a condom, though.”
Even though I trust him, having him say the words out loud relieves something in me. “Okay,” I reply. Part of me wants nothing between us, but I know this is safest for now. An IUD is super effective, but I’m nowhere near ready to be a parent.
Thomas climbs off the bed and digs through his bag. “I didn’t want to assume anything when we came here, but I also wanted to be prepared if something did happen.” He produces a condom from the bag, climbing back onto the bed. He waves it in front of him. “I’m glad I was prepared.”
“Me too,” I answer, my tummy swooping as nerves start to build. I’m excited, of course, but there’s also nerves. I have heard horror stories from others about losing their virginity. The pain, the blood, the lack of pleasure. So while I’m not expecting this to be absolutely incredible, I also know that Thomas will do his best to make it as amazing as possible.
