We continue the virtual book tour of the area, then proceed to a more detailed inspection of my library. Hanna smiles when I rearrange some things to make a spot at the end of a shelf. "This can be your to-read pile.”
By the time we've selected ten books, she's laughing. “Is it weird that I'm kinda looking forward to being snowed in here someday?"
I'm just happy that she's already having thoughts like that. We make another great dinner together, and by the time we’ve watched another movie with breaks for frequent long, slow make-out breaks, we’re feeling even more comfortable together.
Still, I’m stuck with a dilemma. If Hanna has trouble speaking up, how can I be sure that she wants to be with me?
Her soft, curvy body snuggles against mine as I pull her into my lap. Her arm slings around the back of my neck, and my right palm lands on her knee. She's wearing baggy shorts and a cute leaf-green t-shirt which highlights her eyes.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur before brushing my mouth against hers. My fingers trail lightly up her inner thigh. "I would love to make you come again, darlin'."
Her eyes light up. "Do I get to touch you this time?"
"No."
She pouts, and I catch her bottom lip between my teeth for a quick moment before she pulls away with a giggle. "Welllll," she drawls, "I'll let you do anything you want to me now. But as soon as we go to bed, I get to touch you."
I chuckle deeply. "I only agree to the first part of the deal, not the second."
"That's cheating."
“My house, my rules, darlin’.”
A shiver runs down my spine as I realize how badly I want Hanna to move in with me. I want to wake up next to her every morning. Be sure she's doing okay, care for her, give her everything she needs. I want to say all this out loud, but I can't risk frightening her off. Especially since her living situation is so precarious.
Even as Hanna smirks, I notice her nipples perking up, poking at her thin t-shirt.
My hand settles on her belly. "If my hand is allowed between your legs, just kiss me."
Her lips meet mine in a heartbeat, and my hand slides into her panties just as quickly. Her thighs fall open, giving me more space to explore her silky pussy. She's already growing wet. And the way she kisses me with such fire, my cock is quickly growing hard just from the thought of her touching me.
Our kiss becomes even lustier and more breathless when my fingertip finds her clit and I figure out the exact angle and pressure she enjoys when I stroke it.
"Such a sexy thing," I groan against her lips. "You didn't know it, did you? You were waiting for a big rough guy like me to come along."
"Not a guy ‘like’ you. You."
I wait until she's close to the edge, then slide my finger lower, dipping inside. "Is this where you want me?"
"Yes." Her breath is shaky, but her tone is sure.
"You saw how big my cock is, darlin’. You really think it's going to fit in this tight pussy?"
Her eyes blaze. She likes it when I talk to her this way.Good.
"Only one way to find out," she whispers, as I plunge my finger in as deep as it will go.
Her head falls back as I kiss along her throat, feeling a fresh rush of moisture against my skin. I twist my hand, working two fingers inside, then brush my thumb against her swollen button. There’s another rush of liquid warmth as Hanna begins to tremble.
"That's it, gorgeous. Fuck, your tits are so sexy when you're shaking like that."
Her eyes are half-lidded as she looks at me, trembling harder, gripping my shoulder with one hand and my knee with the other. She's flushed, whimpering, and utterly gorgeous.
I want to tell her that she's already the most important person in my life. My everything. But words fail me as my cock throbs, mouth possessing hers as my thumb moves faster. Her hips begin to swivel in a rhythmic pattern that nearly makes me come in my jeans.
"You're fucking my hand, darlin'. Trying to tell me that you're ready for the real thing?"
"Yes," she sputters. "I am. I just…can I…"
