She was hot and welcoming, just as he’d known she would be. She was also snug. Her sheath a tight fit that let him know when it was time for him to truly make love to her, he’d need to take it slow. He’d need to sink into her gradually, inch by inch, allowing her body time to adjust to his intrusion.
Time to melt and make room for him.
For now, he simply used his thumb to work her clit the way he’d learned she liked while simultaneously pumping his fingers inside her. Changing his angle, changing his pressure, until he found the perfect combination that had her hips working counter to his ministrations and her breaths coming hard and fast.
“That’s it, Hannah,” he encouraged. “Just like that, sweetheart. Cum for me. I want to feel it. I want to hear it. Give me all you got.”
Delving his free hand under her shirt, he found her nipple pebble-hard and waiting. When he pinched it gently, she flung herself into the breach.
Her release wasn’t soft or rolling. It wasn’t the surf washing onto the beach.Oh, no.It was an explosion. A .50 caliber fired from a Browning machine gun.Boom!
Her back arched, her thighs clamped tight around his marauding hand, and she screamed his name so loudly he worried—despite the soundproofing—the people on the other side of the brick wall might have heard.
Seeing her unravel,feelingthe way her sheath clenched and sucked his fingers had him longing for the moment when he could be inside her. When he could experience the exquisiteness of her completion with the part of himself that most longed for her.
She would send him over the edge, he knew. Her orgasm would trigger his own explosive release.
He was careful to match the motion of his hand to her body’s subsiding convulsions. Slowing the pump of his fingers. Gentling the press of his thumb. Softly releasing her nipple and cupping her breast as the final ripples shuddered through her. And then, with one last shiver of delight, her foot fell to the ground and she lifted her head.
In the spotlight of his cell phone’s flashlight, her eyes were half-lidded and glazed. Her mouth was swollen and shiny from his kisses. And her chest rose and fell in rapid succession.
He didn’t want to lose the sensation of her soft flesh holding his fingers, but her body needed a break. And so, as gently as he could—and having to bite his tongue to keep from crying out his disappointment—he slowly slid his hand from inside her joggers.
The urge to lick her essence from his fingertips was intense. But the first time he tasted her, he wanted his head between her thighs. So he planted both hands flat against the wall on either side of her head.
In typical Hannah fashion, she whispered, “Shit on a monkey-buttered biscuit, Sam.”
He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he found himself laughing. Thirty seconds earlier he’d been enmeshed in an experience that was mind-bendingly erotic. And now he was laughing.
Leave it to Hannah,he thought and then winced before adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. It was either that or risk permanent harm because he was diamond hard and aching so much he’d lost the ability to decipher pleasure from pain.
Her eyes brightened as she followed the movement of his hand. And when she glanced back up, she wore an expression that had all the air wheezing from his lungs.
“Turn about is fair play.” She reached for the waistband of his jeans and snapped her fingers so that the top button on his fly slipped open.
“Good god, Hannah,” he rasped. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?” She arched a seductive eyebrow, but he lifted a hand. “Never mind. I don’t wanna know.”
“Jealous?” One corner of her kiss-swollen lips quirked. When she gave his fly a gentle yank, the remaining three buttons popped free and the entire length of his dick, covered only by the fabric of his boxer briefs, sprung into the breach.
“Fuck yeah, I’m jealous,” he gasped when she turned her hand upside down to gently cup him. “I don’t wanna think of you with other guys when you’re with me.”
“Would it help to know that lots of times when I was with those other guysyouwere the one I was thinking about?”
He groaned when she gave him a squeeze. “Is that true?”
She leaned forward to capture the skin of his neck between her teeth. “I’ve fantasized about you a million times.” Her tongue darted out to soothe the nip of her teeth. “Dreamed of all the things you’d do to me. All the things I’d do toyou.”
While she’d been distracting him with her words, she’d pulled out the waistband of his boxer briefs. Now, she thrust her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his erection.
“Show me how you like to be touched,” she whispered, her mouth close to his ear. “I want to make you feel good, Sam.” When her tongue swirled inside the hollow of his ear, his eyes rolled back in his head.
Curling his hand around hers, he taught her how to fist him. Then he pumped his hips until she stroked his cock just how he liked. With that perfect pressure. With that perfect rhythm.
The skin of her hand was softer than his, making the experience so much more enjoyable. And when she thumbed the tender, round tip of his penis, spreading the silky drop of wetness she found there around his head and down his shaft, he whimpered.
“You’re so hard and hot,” she breathed. “I want to feel you filling up my mouth. I want to taste you on my tongue.”
Letting go of her fingers, he flattened his palms against the brick wall again. She didn’t need his help anymore. She was a quick study. And the thought of her going down on her knees to suck him into the warm, hot haven of her mouth had hisownknees threatening to buckle. He needed the support to remain upright.
