She brushed her hand against his cheek, touching the soft emerging stubble peppering his skin. Her mind was feverish as she pushed her body against his, wanting to feel his reaction, hoping that he was as aroused as she was.
“Jesus.” He pulled his lips away from hers, leaning back so he had a clear line of sight to her face. His hand was still cupping her head as he stared down at her, the intensity in his eyes making her feel breathless. “Hanna, this is just…” He shook his head, unable to articulate his thoughts.
She felt the need to justify herself. “I know we shouldn’t do this. And I know that you probably think I’m on some kind of rebound from Josh. But I’ve been thinking about this all day, and he was just a rebound from you—”
“Would you shut up about Josh when I’m trying to seduce you?”
/> “Sorry.” Hanna inwardly kicked herself, wondering what the hell she was thinking even mentioning his name. If Richard had mentioned an ex in this situation, she’d be hopping mad.
“Come back here.” He moved his hands around and grabbed both of hers, walking backward toward the couch as he pulled her, the smile still playing around his lips. Hanna padded softly across the bare wooden floor, and then came to a stop as he lay down on the couch, pulling her on top of him.
She had to hitch her dress up to be able to place her legs on either side of his hips, and suddenly she realized that she was in control. Richard was lying beneath, staring up at her, waiting for her to make her move. She loved that he was ready to let her set the pace, to cede the decision to her.
Sitting back, she undid his buttons one by one; each time pulling at his until his whole chest was revealed. Sliding her hand down his abdomen, she could feel the hard muscles, then the ribbing of his stomach as he tensed beneath her touch. He was breathing rapidly, his body moving up and down under her hand as she dragged her finger down his happy trail until she reached the buckle of his belt.
“May I?” She glanced up at him, catching his eyes as he looked up at her. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his fingers curling around it as he halted her progression.
“Wait.” He pushed himself up until he was sitting, his face close to hers. “I want to see you first.” He pulled at the hem of her dress, and she lifted herself up as he dragged it up her stomach, and over her arms, until she was left straddling him, clad only in her bra and panties.
A strangled moan escaped from his lips. He moved his arms around her, unclasping her bra. Shrugging his shirt off, he threw it to the floor along with her dress. He took her hands and pulled her up against him until their bare chests were touching. Flesh against flesh, the sensation of his body on hers caused her nipples to harden. He moved his lips to her breasts, sucking at each in turn, flicking his tongue over them until she began to sigh.
She was fumbling at his buckle again, this time managing to get it undone before she grasped at the button on his fly, her fingers shaking as she tried to undo it. She could feel him smile against her skin as his hands moved down to help her, easily unfastening his pants and shucking them off his legs.
Moving back on top, he aligned his body with hers, and she could feel the prominent ridge of his erection through the fabric of their underwear as he rocked against her. At that moment all she could think of was the need to feel him inside of her.
“Richard please…”
She was rotating her hips against him, and he bent down to kiss her again. His right hand moved underneath her behind to cup it, to grind against her some more. “I need to—”
“Soon.”
He moved his lips down to a place on her neck, just beneath her jaw. It was so sensitive that she nearly squealed in delight. “Let me take care of you.”
Sitting back on his knees, he dragged his hands along the side of her body until he reached her panties, hooking his thumbs through them and pulling them down. As soon as they were off, he grasped her legs and pulled her toward him, his lips brushing against her inner thighs as he moved them up, until he could start to kiss and lick at her, making Hanna squirm at his touch. Letting her head fall back, she moved her hand down, her fingers tangling in his soft, thick hair as she felt him hum against her, the pleasure of the vibrations shooting through her core.
Just as he was bringing her to the edge, he pulled his mouth away, and through her half shut eyes she watched him lean down to grab a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants, and roll it on. Moving back to her, he aligned their bodies until he entered her with one smooth thrust of his hips, the sudden feeling of fullness causing her to tip over, her whole body stiffening in response to her orgasm. Her back arched against him as he held her close, kissing her madly as she gasped into his mouth.
“Fuuucckk.” That was Richard, because Hanna’s mind was so full she was finding it hard to remember her own name, let alone articulate any words.
“Sweetheart, are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded, unable to speak. Letting her fall back on the couch, he grasped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he started to move inside her, his lips never leaving hers, each move punctuated by a soft pant that made Hanna’s heart thud.
She moved her arms around him, hands clasping his ass, feeling the muscles flexing as he moved. She begged him to move faster, harder, as she pulled him against her. He was getting breathless, pulling his mouth away from her, to gasp for air. She got a good look at his expression, his green eyes dark with lust, his face betraying the pleasure he was feeling. Her body was still tingling, little bursts of ecstasy shooting down to her feet, making her toes curl in reaction.
“God, Hanna, I’m going to—”
“I want to feel you come.” Her words were just a whisper, but she wanted him to have it all, to feel as good as he’d made her feel. His movements became erratic and harsh, until he suddenly stopped, a deep moan releasing from his mouth. Crashing his weight down on hers, he kissed her hard as he thrust a couple more times.
Hanna held him tightly, unwilling to let him go, to let him withdraw from her when she was feeling so raw. As if he understood her vulnerability, he began to move his lips against her face, her neck, whispering sweet words as they slowly came back to reality. She ran her fingertips up and down his spine, loving the feeling of his body on hers, not caring that he was crushing her. She felt him slowly pull out of her, his lips still on her skin, his hand moving down to protect the condom.
“I need to take care of this.” He stood up, moving over to a door on the other side of the apartment that she could only assume led to the bathroom. Alone on his couch, she was aware of her nakedness, but couldn’t bring herself to put on her underwear and dress. She was unwilling to admit the evening was over. Instead she plucked his shirt from the pile of discarded clothes, slipping her arms into it and doing up a couple of buttons to maintain some semblance of modesty. The bathroom door clicked, and she looked up to see Richard approaching, a small white towel wrapped around his hips, a smile playing on his lips as his eyes darkened in response to her clothing.
“Nice shirt.”
“Thank you. Nice towel.”
“Thanks.” He was in front of her, pulling her up until she was firmly in his arms, his body cradling hers as he hugged her. He buried his face in her hair, and he mumbled, “I’ll go get you that cup of tea now.”