“It won’t take you much, will it,” he asks as he gives my breast a small squeeze then slowly trails his hand down past my belly button and under the band of the boxers tantalizingly slow.
Can he go any slower?
Just as I lift my hips to try to get his hand where I want it, he licks up my neck and whispers in my ear, “How wet am I gonna find your pussy?”
“Very,” I barely manage to get out. I’ve never been a vocal woman in bed, but I can’t seem to help myself from the whimper that leaves my lips at his slow pace.
Just as I’m about to beg for him to touch me, his fingers make their way lower, skipping over my clit and making their way right into my center where he sinks a finger in, making him let out a moan in sync with mine.
“Fuck, Hannah, you weren’t lying,” he says, leaving me wanting so that he can run his finger around my clit, making buckle against him as I let out another moan.
“Iaaaan.”
“That’s it, come on my fingers, let me feel you clench around me,” he praises as my hand wraps around his wrist, keeping him there, making sure his fingers keep pumping in and out of me while his thumb keeps tapping on my clit and his other hand creeps up under my shirt, pinching at my nipple.
With one last pinch of my nipple, I feel myself fall over the crest and come on his fingers.
“That’s my Pretty Girl,” he says as he keeps slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me, extending my orgasm.
Once I’ve come down, I can’t help but let a giggle escape.
“Well, that’s not what I was expecting to hear after that.”
Turning around to face him, I see a small smile on his face, making me blush. Looking down at my hands that are laying against his chest—his very hard, naked chest—I say, “Sorry, I was just not expecting that. I definitely thought we were gonna kiss before I felt your hands down my pants,” I say, letting out another small giggle.
“That I can easily fix,” he says with a smile in his voice, picking up on my mood. He runs a finger down my face to the bottom of my chin where he taps once before tilting my face up to look into those stormy eyes. They bounce from my lips and back to my eyes as he slowly licks his bottom lip before bringing his lips to mine.
Now, I know I’m a romantic person. But I’ve read my fair share of smut and watched a fair amount of rom-coms. Enough to know that I have never been kissed like this, like I’m the most precious thing he has ever held in his arms. Yet, the small nips he leaves on my bottom lip before soothing it with a flick of his tongue tells me he’s holding back a bit. Just as I’m about to chase his tongue with mine, he pulls back and leans his forehead against mine.
“Definitely should have done that first. I’d apologize, but I can’t say I’m sorry for what happened,” he admits, smoothing a hand down my back and letting it lay on my butt.
“Can’t say I’m sorry either,” I say as I lightly push him onto his back, fully intending to return the favor. I have to know if he’s as big as I think he is after having felt him grind against my ass. But before my hand can make its way to the waistband of his shorts, his hand grabs mine, pulling it higher onto his chest.
“As much as I want to feel your hand wrapped around my dick, I’m taking you out on a proper date before that happens. Now, sleep,” he says as he pulls me against his chest, closing his eyes.
As much as I want to protest his decision, my body is overtaken by a yawn, enticing me to settle against his chest, easily falling into a peaceful sleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter 20
Waking up the next morning, I smile to myself; I have a bunch of hair all over my face, but Hannah’s warm body is tucked in tight against me and her head is on my chest. A sense of“This is what I’ve been missing”makes me squeeze her closer and give her a kiss on top of her head just as I feel her start to wake up.
“Good morning, Pretty Girl.”
She buries her head in my chest, trying to hide the blush coating her cheeks, hopefully remembering what we did last night, because I know that’s all I’m thinking about. Thankfully, I’m on my back and not pressed up against her like last night because she would definitely be able to feel exactly what I’m thinking about.
“Good morning,” she mumbles against my chest, stifling a yawn. “What time is it?”
Reaching my arm to the side table, I grab my phone, “A little after ten.”
“Really? I can’t remember the last time I slept past seven,” she says, making herself comfy against my chest.
“Me either,” I answer, honestly. I can’t remember the last time I slept so peacefully and woke up so rested. Even after an overtime game I don’t sleep as well as I did with her pressed up against me.
I’m happy to see that she’s not freaking out about last night. After she fell asleep, I was worried that I pushed her or went too far, too fast. But I just couldn’t stop myself once she rocked into me. I mean I could have stopped at any time, but the way her soft moans hit my chest was just too much, and I had to get a taste of how she feels. Her skin was so soft. I’ve never worried about asking too much too soon, or if having sex with a woman after knowing her a few weeks was too soon. Hell, I’ve never gotten to know a woman over a few weeks, preferring to keep things one and done. With Hannah, I know I’m not gonna get enough of her from just one night. I want to learn exactly what turns her inside out, how she tastes, if her nipples are the light dusty pink I imagined, how she’ll feel wrapped around my dick . . .
And I need to change my thoughts, before she notices how hard I’m getting . . . again. Can’t have her thinking I just want a quick hook up. I really need to ask her out on that date before anything else happens.
As I’m trying to calm myself, gently running my fingers up and down the soft skin of her arm, she props herself up with her chin now resting on my chest, looking at me.
