“Maybe I just might,” she teases back as she makes her way to the living-room.
Leaving her in the living room, I make my way to my ensuite. Taking off my clothes, I realize it might be a good thing that she didn’t take me up on my offer. I didn’t get to finish last night, and I should probably take the edge off to make sure things don’t get awkward. Although, I seem to have a perpetual hard-on whenever she’s around.
Standing under the shower, letting the water roll down my back, my mind wanders back to Hannah last night. To the moans she let out, the softness of her tits. Next thing you know, I have my hand wrapped around my dick imagining it’s her lush lips sucking me down. Before I can get too lost in the fantasy of Hannah on her knees for me, the door opens and Hannah catches me mid-stroke.
“I see I made the right choice,” she says in a breathy voice as she quickly pulls my T-shirt over her head and drops my boxers. Somehow, I get harder watching her strip for me. I don’t say a word, transfixed on the way her blush starts at the top of her cheeks and cascades down to the peachy tips of her breast.Without making eye contact with me, she gets into the shower and walks directly into the spray, giving me the perfect view of her world-class ass. Unable to stop myself, I walk up behind her, pressing myself against her as I grab her hips and kiss down her neck, making her tilt her head to give me better access, her hands wrapping back around my neck.
“Feeling a little dirty there, Pretty Girl?” I ask against the wet skin of her neck as I trail one hand towards her tits and the other to her pussy—which I’d willingly bet my hockey career is already wet for me.
“Yeah, someone got me dirty last night,” she boldly answers as she turns around to face me. Then, in a shy voice, she continues, “I don’t know what it is about you, but you bring out the bold in me. You make me feel so comfortable, yet I barely know you.”
“If it’s any consolation, you make me feel things I haven’t felt in years,” I confide as I slip my hands down to her ass for a squeeze, making her moan.
“Good to know I’m not the only one then,” she says as she grips my neck, pulling me down for a searing kiss.
“Now, how about you let me return the favor from last night,” she suggests in a breathless tone as she tries to make her way to her knees. I stop her by grabbing her ass—dear Lord, I can’t wait to get her in a proper bed to worship her ass—for now, I pull her in for another kiss wrapping my tongue around hers.
“I told you, no returning the favor until I take you out on an official date,” I say as I make my way down to my knees, kissing down her body. “Instead, how about you lean against the wall and let me taste this pretty little pussy of yours?” For some unknown reason I feel like this girl needs me to show her that I’m not just here for what she can give me sexually. And considering she told me she’s not looking for a relationship, and that this seems to be more of a friends-with-benefits arrangement to her, I need to show her that she means more tome than just a quick lay. In the ridiculously short amount of time I’ve gotten to know her, I already know I’m never going to want to let her go.
Not giving her the time to answer, I trail my hands up her legs, hiking one of them over my shoulder. “That’s it, spread your legs for me.”
I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s already trembling. I can’t wait to feel her pulse against my tongue. Letting my hands travel to her ass, I bring her hips closer to my mouth and lightly blow on her center, making her moan. “So sensitive,” I say as I bring my mouth down to her right thigh, slowly licking my tongue closer to where she wants me.
“Please,” she begs as her fingers tunnel through my hair, pulling my face where she wants it.
“So eager,” I say, right before I swipe my tongue down her center, getting a good taste of her sweet honey. Making my way to her clit I swirl my tongue around it as she flexes her hips into my face. Not wanting to let her clit go, I bring my finger to spread her wide and drag it through her wetness before sinking two into her tight channel, making her buckle.
Not giving her time to recover, I keep pumping my fingers in and out as I suck on her sensitive little button, making her moan.
“Please, Ian . . . I need to come. Faster, please.”
Not wanting to disappoint, I slide another finger into her tightness, increase my tempo and curl my fingers, hitting her sweet spot as I graze my teeth on her clit. That little touch of roughness is what makes her explode against my tongue as my name echoes off the walls.
I don’t let her go right away; I keep lazily flicking my tongue and pumping my fingers until she’s fully come down from her orgasm.
“That was amazing,” she says, pulling me up her body. Once I’m standing, she doesn’t waste any time before snaking hertongue along mine, reaching down to wrap her hand along my dick. Letting her give me a few pumps, my hand joins hers and I reluctantly pull my lips from hers.
“Han, I told you, no touching until I take you out on a date.”
“Fine, let me watch then,” she commands as she pulls her hand from under mine.
“You wanna watch?” I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life. It won’t take me long to blow my load. I’ve watched her come twice already and both times it’s taken all my will power not to come right alongside her.
“Yes. You’ve seen me come twice and I haven’t had the privilege yet,” she confirms as she pulls away from me, giving me a hungry look and dropping her eyes down to my hand fisting my cock.
“You wanna watch me make myself come, Pretty Girl?” I ask, making her pupils dilate as she licks her lower lip.
“Yes, show me what you like,” she encourages in a breathy voice, her eyes transfixed on my hand moving up and down my dick. It doesn’t take me long before I’m moaning her name and blowing my load on the floor of the shower, with her moaning right alongside me.
Chapter 21
A couple days after my shower with Ian, I’m sitting alone at Levi’s kitchen island trying to work on my book, but I’m too distracted thinking about what happened in that shower.
Honestly, I don’t know what happened. Yeah, I had the best orgasms of my life, but what is that supposed to mean? It’s not like I’m looking at getting into another relationship. Not now anyways, and maybe not ever if I’m being honest. Although, Ian definitely knows what he’s doing in the bedroom from the little I got to experience last weekend.
Shaking my head, I try to stop thinking about him and how easily he figured out my body, which is easier said than done. He is consuming all of my thoughts. The only time I seem to be able to forget about him is when I’m writing.
As much as I say I’m not looking for a relationship, I know myself enough to know I’m not letting this guy go, at least not right away. I wasn’t lying when I told him I didn’t want it to be a one-time thing. I’m just terrified of losing myself in another relationship when I’ve barely started standing on my own two feet again. I’m finally in a place where I’m choosing to do whatI want to do without having to think of someone else, I have a sense of freedom that I never had in my marriage, and I’m not ready to lose that freedom.
