Page 64 of Stolen Kisses

"Taking my fill of you."

I kissed down her back. Perspiration covered her entire body. I fucking loved that she’d come so hard that she broke out into a sweat. I turned her around, and this time, I kissed her mouth slowly. We weren't going to make it back to the couch. I took her hands, putting them on my shoulders, and then lowered myself enough so I could grab the backs of her thighs.

Then I lifted her into my arms and lowered her onto my cock in one swift move, pressing her back against the window. She gasped in delight. I loved that sound, and I wanted to hear it again and again. I buried myself inside her completely as I rested my forehead on her cheek.

This moment was beyond incredible. I'd never had anything like it. I was completely lost in her: the smell of her shampoo, her soft skin. I'd never felt so complete in my life.

I pulled out and then thrust back in. I continued with long and precise strokes because I wanted to feel her—really feel her—along every inch of my cock. She moved up and down, too, gasping and then begging. She needed her release again, and I was desperately chasing mine. I propped one hand on the glass as I readjusted her on my cock before holding her with both hands.

“I want to see you touch yourself and feel you come around my cock.”

Her muscles clenched tight. She liked dirty talk, and I loved that about her. I started to come as soon as she put her hand between us. A tidal wave hit me, and my vision began to blur.

Through my own desperate grunts, I heard her cry out. I held her until we both regained our faculties and then lowered her to the floor.

"Let's stay like this for a few seconds," she said, "while I remember where we are, what we were doing before. Whether we fell off planet Earth or not."

I laughed, kissing her temple. "Why don't I remind you exactly where we are, then promptly make sure you forget again?"

She moved her fingers up and down my biceps. "You’re so strong. I can't believe you could hold me up there for so long."

"My pleasure," I replied as I took a step back. "Where's the nearest bathroom? I need to clean this off."

"I’ll come with you," she said, grabbing a flashlight.

We walked slowly through the corridor and then into a small bathroom.

“We can take that shower now,” she suggested.

"The water's working?"

"It should be. The system is completely unrelated to electricity."

She was right. We propped the flashlight on the sink and showered together, taking our time soaping each other up. I couldn’t get enough of her, but the shower was too small to fool around in it.

Then we dried off quickly and went back to the living room.

Hannah immediately put on her dress. I only slid on my boxers as she headed to the window, gasping when she saw the glass. "Oh my God. That’s the shape of my ass.”

"That gives me ideas."

"I bet it does." She turned around. Even though I couldn't see her face because my body was blocking the flashlight, I had a hunch that she was worrying about something. Her shoulders were up to her ears.

“What’s wrong?”

"Nothing. I bet you've never been trapped for a night at a woman's home."

“Hannah, even if I could leave you now, I wouldn't. I mean it." Then I cleared my throat. "Would you want me to leave?"

"No, not when you promised to do more delicious things to me against that window. I’m just wondering where to sleep. The couch is a pullout. Or we can use the bedroom on the ground floor. I have to search for bedding, though. And a cover.”

"I'll keep you warm."

She laughed. "That's a genius idea. Why didn't I think about it?"

Chapter Sixteen

Hannah

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