“Because it’s my turn.” Letting go of her hair, I reached under her arms and moved her backward onto the bed, then gently pushed her shoulders down so she lay on her back. I knelt between her thighs, looking down at her. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
She smiled, and it stirred a memory in me. Falling forward onto my hands, I kissed her lips, delighting at the eager sweep
of her tongue against mine, the way she arched her back to get closer to me, the fingers she threaded through my hair. It was unbelievable. She wants me. She wants me to love her. Something in me opened up, and words I’d kept dammed for years began to flow.
“Do you know,” I said, moving my lips down her sweet-smelling neck, “how much I love your smile?” I kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, the hollow at the base of her throat. “It was the first thing I noticed about you. The way you could light up a room.”
“Was it?”
“Mmhm.” I moved lower, planting a row of kisses straight down her sternum, stopping to rub my lips back and forth between her breasts. “Then it was those huge, dark eyes, surrounded by the longest, prettiest eyelashes I’d ever seen.” When I picked up my head, I saw how her nipples had stiffened into little rosy peaks. I circled one with the tip of my tongue, and she arched even more.
“And your voice.” I moved to the other one, although she made a little noise of frustration that I hadn’t given her what she wanted. “I’d listen to you sing and talk and laugh, and imagine what it would be like to hear you speak to me softly in the dark.”
“Just like this,” she said, her voice breathless and dulcet, just a little bit rusty with need.
“Just like this.” I closed my lips over one breast, and she moaned, her hands tight on my head, holding my mouth to her body. I sucked hard and bit lightly, and she gasped and bucked beneath me. When I brought my mouth to the other, I moved one hand between her legs, slid my fingers easily inside her.
But it wasn’t enough. Slowly I dragged my mouth down her body until my head was right between her thighs. “Sometimes I imagined what you’d taste like.” I pushed her legs farther apart and kissed one soft, smooth inner thigh, then the other. “But I shouldn’t tell you that.”
“Tell me,” she begged.
“I imagined you’d taste like the vanilla ice cream you used to make.” I licked my way up the center of her pussy, and her entire body shuddered. I circled her clit with my tongue, and she cried out. I sucked it gently into my mouth, and she lifted her hips, pushing closer. “Hmm, I was wrong.”
She went still. “What?”
I licked her again. “You’re sweeter.” And again. “Warmer.” And again. “More addictive.”
She laughed, but it melted into something more plaintive and impatient as I devoured her even more greedily than I had in my fantasies.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” she whimpered, her hands clawing at the sheets, her hips rocking beneath my mouth. “It’s too good, too good, don’t stop…”
Was she fucking kidding? I was never going to stop trying to consume her this way, desperate to get my fill, as if I had to make up for lost time. Never, I vowed as she cried out, her clit throbbing against my tongue, the rest of her body going still.
I kept going until she sat up and pushed me away, then reached under my arms and tried to yank me on top of her. “Please,” she begged.
She didn’t need to beg—I was desperate for her. It had only been two weeks, but this felt so different, almost like we’d never done it before. Last time was all about gratifying a physical need, finally answering the question, What would it be like to be with you? This was something else entirely—a beginning. A fresh start.
I moved up her body and she hooked her legs around mine. My heart raced as I looked down at her. “Hannah. We should be careful this time.”
She made a small, frustrated sound. “You’re right. We should. But I don’t have anything, do you?”
I shook my head. Fuck! “I wasn’t thinking of this on my way over. I wasn’t even sure you’d let me in.”
“I wasn’t going to.” She brought her hands to the sides of my face. “Did you mean all the things you said downstairs?”
“Of course I did.” Braced on my elbows above her shoulders, I rocked my hips over hers, sliding my cock along her slick, wet heart.
She closed her eyes. “That feels so good.”
It did feel good, but the body wants what it wants, and soon the skin-to-skin friction wasn’t enough.
“Just do it,” she said breathlessly. “I need you inside me again, Wes. Even it it’s only for a minute. We’ll be fine. We were fine the last time.”
“Just for a minute,” I whispered as I reached down and slipped the tip of my cock inside her. “I won’t come inside you.”
“Okay.” She turned her head to the side as I pushed all the way in. “Yes,” she breathed. “Right there. God, it’s so deep.”
I was completely buried inside her, and the expression on her face was one of torment. “Am I hurting you?”