Page 88 of Stolen Kisses

"No, I'm not cruel, Hannah. I'll make you come like this, andthenI'll watch."

She gasped, and I felt her pussy contract around me.

Yeah, that's right. This isn't the last orgasm I plan to give you tonight.

I moved faster, her fingers nudging my balls on every thrust. She cried out loud and didn't even attempt to muffle it.

Yes! Yes!I wanted her to scream the walls down. I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

I didn't slow down at all. Feeling and watching her come made me regain my control. The more I paced myself, the more pleasure I could give her. That was my one goal tonight. Once her inner muscles loosened a bit and she opened her eyes, I slid a hand between the bar and her torso, pushing her up to me while I was still inside her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Come on, we’ re going to make it to the bedroom tonight."

"I don't think I can," she murmured.

I slid out of her and turned her around, then took her in my arms, putting her legs at my sides. I'd intended to nudge her clit with the tip of my erection, but I'd overestimated my self-restraint. I couldn't do it. Feeling her warm flesh against my erection was too much. I slipped back inside her, and she laughed, keeping her hands firmly on my biceps.

"You planning to walk around with me like this?"

"Hell yeah," I said. "Exactly like this."

"Okay," she purred, biting her lower lip.

I walked with her quickly up the staircase and climbed to the middle of the bed on my knees before putting her down. She spasmed around me once, and I was a goner.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed.

I’d overestimated myself. I wasn't going to last much longer.

I stilled for a few seconds, breathing in slowly, but it was no use. When I glanced down at her, she had a sated smile. She was still floating on a cloud of orgasmic bliss. I wanted to take her over the edge once more. I needed to. Her pleasure was interlaced with my satisfaction on a primal level.

"Touch yourself, Hannah. I want to see."

She moved her hand to her clit, brushing it. I memorized the way her fingers moved, growing even harder than before. I knew she was going to climax even before I did.

Then her entire body clenched, and she dug her heels into the mattress, pushing her pelvis up. She cried out, and I immediately followed suit, finally giving in to my release. It was so strong that I instantly knew I'd never forget this moment. My body felt like it was simultaneously breaking down and putting itself back together. It transcended mere pleasure. It was a hell of a lot more.

I gasped for air, watching her. Right then, I wasn't aware of anything else, not my body or my surroundings, but I couldn't stop watching her. She grounded me.

Tonight, Hannah was my connection to the world.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chase

The next Monday, I ended the general meeting earlier because my parents were about to arrive.

“Excellent. I’ve got a lot on my to-do list anyway,” Cyrus said. He was surprisingly cheerful.

After he left, the door opened and Griffin stepped in with my parents.

He’d brought them up in the management elevator. Susan and Bruce Sterling were both in their late sixties and had only been here once before, when we moved into this building.

Dad was tall and well built, with dark brown hair and green eyes. He worked out regularly and was in great shape. Mom used to joke that she’d cloned him six times, because we resembled him a lot, down to the bone structure and hair color.

Mom looked around warily. It dawned on me that they might be under the impression that something was wrong.

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