“I need you to fuck me with this. Hard and fast. Think you can do that, fireman?” A raw, untamed fire dances in her eyes when she brings her eyes to mine.
“Let me show you how much I can.” I nod. Carefully, I take her glasses off her face and set them down on her bedside table. It’s the last time I intend on being careful with her until I have her coming for me a second time.
She slides off of me so I can reach for the small box of condoms I’d left here. Grabbing one from the box, I slip it on quickly and pull her back on top of me.
“Ride me, beautiful.”
“Yes,sir.”
She swings a leg back over me, and I grab my cock and tease her entrance with the tip of it. She doubles over at the sensation and tries to sit her hips back on it but I stop her.
“Ohh, someone’s needy,” I mutter while teasing her. She shudders when I push myself in just an inch, then pull out before giving her any more. Her brows stitch together in the center of her face as I edge her on.
“I–I am needy. Please give me what I need,” she begs, trying to sink herself down. I have an arm between usblocking her from taking anything more than the tip of my cock.
“Ask nicely,” I whisper, about to lose myself completely.
“Please give me your cock, Miles. I need it.Please.”
“God I love the sound of you begging,” I say but it comes out as more an animalistic grumble. I pull my arm away and finally give her what she wants. Her hips sink down, taking every inch of me with ease.
“Oh,god.” She sighs, rotating her hips in a circular motion on top of me.
“God isn’t here right now, beautiful. But I’ll save you in ways he’ll never be able to.”
She pushes her hands into my chest and sits up, dropping her head behind her and arching her back. The image of her riding me, hair cascading down her back like a goddamn goddess almost has me finishing too soon. I push out a breath in an attempt to steady my heart rate and reach a hand up to palm her breast. Feeling me grab her, she lifts her head up and takes my fingers in her hand. Then, with a look of the devil in her eye, she takes three of my fingers in her mouth and sucks them hard. My cock surges at the sight of her and a guttural moan rips through me. Pulling my hand from her mouth, she braces her hands on my chest and starts to lift and lower her hips. Stroke by stroke, she takes me higher into a fog of desire, lust, and unfettered, raw need.
“Yeah, just like that. Fucking ride me, beautiful,” I coax. A bead of sweat drips down her forehead as she works me.
“I’m close,” she cries out.
“Me too. Be a good girl now and finish with me.”
She presses herself against me and I take over. Pumping myself in and out of her from underneath, she starts toshudder and shake. Her breath gets heavy as she reaches her peak. I slip a hand between us and push her over with the help of my fingers. She shouts out in pleasure as another orgasm takes over her body, stealing her senses and self-control. My own climax hits and I feel myself finish inside her.
After a few moments to catch her breath, she lifts her hips, pulling me out of her. Rolling to one side of me, she drapes an arm over my chest and kisses my exposed flesh.
“I love you, Miles.”
Taking in her soft features and the way she’s smiling at me, I don’t think I’ve felt anything more true in my life.
“I love you, too, Hanna. More than anything.”
37
HANNA
“Hey there, handsome.”
I answer my phone and smile when I hear him chuckle on the other end. I can picture his face, cheeks pulled back and smirking to himself. The thought of him running his fingers through his hair makes my insides warm.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he hums back.
I’m up earlier than normal for a Saturday morning but he told me he’d call on his way to work so I wanted to make sure I was awake to take it. He’s on duty the entire weekend and I want to be able to hear his voice while I can. Over the last few months I’ve learned he takes being on duty very seriously. When he’s working, he’s working, and only really texts me when he goes out and gets back from calls like I asked him to. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to date a fireman but the fear of him going out on a call and never coming back still hits me from time to time.
“You heading in for the weekend?” I ask, sitting up in bed and looking out the window. The sun is still asleep as it’s only the third weekend of February. While we never have traditional winters here in the lowcountry withsnowfall and subzero temps, we still have perpetually gray ones. As someone who prefers the warmth of summer, I’m ready for the sun to be back on a more consistent schedule.
He sighs heavily before replying. “That I am.”
