Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“If you want to stop, we can. At any point. I just wanted you to see how gorgeous you were taking me.”
She froze, her bright eyes scanning the scene projected back at us. I gritted my teeth, squeezed my cock to hold back, and waited.
“Daniel,” she whispered. She bit her lip, and even through the reflection, I could see her eyes glazing over.
Shit. I pushed too far. “Okay, Hanna. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
When I went to move, her hand flew back to hold my hip in place. “No. I want to see. I want to see what you see. I want this to obliterate any other memories.”
Sometimes she said things so lightly I didn’t even have time to brace myself for the hard impact of what they meant. It took all my effort to not grip her hips too tight, to relax my muscles and stroke across the firm cheek of her ass.
“If at any point you want to stop, just say so.”
She nodded and held still.
Another slow stroke before I pulled back and delivered a blow to her cheek. Her mouth fell open, and she stared wide-eyed as I pulled my hand back again and hit lower this time. Five more times, and she began pushing back for more. We both groaned in pleasure when I swiped my hand between her legs, collecting all her cum. I stroked my cock and lined myself up.
Holding still, I waited for her to pull away, and when she didn’t, I eased inside. I wanted to shove in hard and fast and rut against her like a wild animal, but I knew how precarious our situation was, and I wanted her to have nothing but pleasure. I held her hips and slowly eased out and back in. I continued the tortuously slow pace until she pushed back, her body begging for more.
Sliding my hand up her spine, I buried my fist in her hair and gripped, pulling her head back and held on, fucking her hard now.
“Daniel. Oh, God. Yes.”
Unintelligible sounds of pleasure and begging fell from both our lips as we watched ourselves in the mirror.
“Look at you,” I growled. “Look at your perfect pussy taking my fat cock. Does it feel good, Hanna? Do you like the way it stretches your tight cunt?”
“Yes. More. Please.”
She was wild, her hand clawing at the mattress. One of them coming up to grip her own breast to pinch her nipple. Fuck me, that sight would be blazed in my memory forever.
Abandoning her hair, I reached around her front and found her clit and rubbed without mercy.
Both hands dropped down, and her eyes slammed shut, her mouth opening over a loud scream. I had to hold tight to her body, so she didn’t squeeze my cock out when her pussy spasmed so hard. I rode each tight clench, wringing every last cry from her lips. Just as she came down from her pleasure, my orgasm hit. My balls pulled tight, and I fucked hard inside her, pushing as deep as I could go, spilling everything I had inside her wet heat.
“Fuck, Hanna. Fuck.”
By the time I came back to earth, our bodies stuck together with sweat, and I somehow managed to not collapse on top of her.
I kissed down her back, slowly easing out of her body, just to want to push back in. I never wanted to leave.
She fell forward as soon as I stepped back, and I grabbed a washcloth to clean her up.
“I’m wasted,” she laughed, exhaustion mumbling her words. “Give me thirty minutes, and I’ll head out. I promise.”
God, I didn’t want her to go. The idea alone had my insides revolting. “Don’t go. Stay with me tonight.”
The words were out before I could think if it was a good idea or not. I was beyond thought. My body craved her, and I wasn’t ready for her to leave.
She rolled her head to the side and watched me with glazed emeralds, her lips tipping up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smiled too, reaching to pull her over into my arms. “I’ve missed sleeping next to you these last few nights.”
“Me too,” she said over a yawn.
I somehow managed to close my mouth after that. Somehow holding back what I really wanted to say.
I never want you without me.
24
Hanna
“Good morning.”
If I thought Daniel’s voice was sexy, it didn’t come close to comparing to his morning voice. The deep rumble stroked across my skin, waking up every inch.
I rolled over and drowned in his eyes. The sun streaming in through his window lit them up, reminding me of the ocean outside our cabana.
“Good morning,” I whispered back, burrowing in his arms.
If lines had been blurred after our trip together, they were downright invisible now.
I’d stayed at his place five out of the past ten days.
It’d start as dinner with a friend. We’d sit across from each other, pretending we both weren’t waiting to be in each other’s arms. Pretending we weren’t desperate for each other.