Page 71 of Bagging the Blueliner
The way I knew, without a doubt, I was in love with Hannah.
That realization hit me so suddenly that it stole my breath away.
Love had never been on the table before—with any woman. And now, here I was, with the most incredible girl I’d ever known, falling in love for the first time, not knowing if we could have a future together.
It scared the living shit out of me.
Pushing those paralyzing thoughts to the back of my mind, determined to enjoy every moment we had together, I cradled Hannah against my chest as she collapsed atop me, post-orgasm. My dick was throbbing, demanding release, but she needed a minute to recover.
I knew she was ready for action when her sassy voice remarked, “You’ve ruined me. Piercings are now a must for any man I fuck. 10/10 would recommend.”
She was fucking with me, and I teasingly pinched her ass, making her squeal. “If you’re thinking about other men minutes after bringing yourself to orgasm rubbing against my cock, I haven’t done my job properly.”
Lifting her head to look at me with those brilliant blue eyes, she pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Then I guess you’re going to have to fuck me senseless.”
Challenge accepted.
“Get up,” I growled. When she hesitated, I demanded, “Now!”
Eyes wide, Hannah obeyed, pushing off my chest and scrambling to sit by my side. She sat silently, waiting for her next instruction.
Not moving a muscle, lying prone on the bed, I commanded, “Straddle me.”
Brows drew down in confusion because that had been her position before I’d made her move. She went to throw her leg over my body when I stopped her. “Facing the windows.”
Understanding dawned on her face, and she straddled me backward, her back to me. She hovered on her knees above my erection, jutting like a beacon toward where it wanted to be buried deep inside her. Gripping the base, Hannah ran it through her slick folds, gasping when it brushed her overly sensitive clit.
My hands reached up to skim down her sides until I reached the handholds of her hips. Lining myself up at her entrance, I gently lowered her onto my length. It was more difficult for her to take my size in this position, so I circled her hips as I pulled her down, stretching her as I penetrated her silken depths.
Mouth dropping open, I watched her body swallow my cock inch by inch. Hands down, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
When she was seated to the hilt, her inner walls rippled around me, and I groaned.
What was it about this girl that had me close to blowing my load within thirty seconds, like a teenager?
Placing her hands on my thighs, she began to ride me slowly, letting her body adjust. Allowing her to take the lead, I was content to watch her beautiful body rise and fall on my cock.
Hannah was always stunning, but she was unguarded in bed. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see her face; I could picture her every expression solely from the sounds she made.
Head tilted back, her hair fell to the middle of her back as she moaned. Trailing my eyes down her body, I was struck by her feminine beauty—the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the curve of her spine down the length of her back until it melted into the rounded globes of her ass.
Determined to make her come, I used my grip on her hips to help her along. Instead of moving her up and down, I shifted her back and forth. The natural curve of my dick, combined with my piercings, lent to an advantage when I took her from behind, and I exploited that now.
Shaking her across my lap, I felt her tense, her nails digging into my thighs so hard I hissed against the pain.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she chanted on repeat from above.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I encouraged.
Hannah’s panting punched the air in short, staccato bursts until she screamed her release, my name on her tongue. God, there was nothing better than listening to her come, knowing I could command her body with mine.
Clenching my core, I sat up behind her, and she slumped against my chest. Dipping my head, I kissed from her shoulder to her neck until she turned her head so I could capture her mouth.
We were covered in sweat, and Hannah was boneless on my lap, but I wanted one more from her.
Positioning her arms around my neck forced her back to arch so I had full access to her incredible body. Skimming my hands down the sides of her breasts, I moved them lower until I reached between her open thighs, her knees still bent over the sides of mine.
Hannah lurched at the first pass between her legs, screaming, “Cal! I can’t!”
