Page 48 of Safe With Me
Didn’t want to think about who might have been in her bedroom.
I slumped onto the couch. I hadn’t dated in a long while. There’d been the occasional hookup, but they never felt right so it had been me and my right hand when I needed release. I never thought about Elizabeth then.
I told myself I couldn’t fantasize about Hannah because we were friends.
But now? That faceless woman I’d envisioned? I knew that woman was her, and I’d been lying to myself.
She straddled me, thighs pressing against mine. “You really are an overthinker.”
Lowering her head, she kissed me, teasing my lower lip and caressing my chest and abs. The warm tang of her arousal surrounded me, and I dipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit with a pair of fingers. She gasped, clutching my shoulders.
“I’m going to suck you,” she whispered into my mouth. Rubbing her body along mine, she slipped down to kneel between my legs. “Tell me if that’s not okay.”
Not okay? I was dying to have her mouth on me.
She stroked both hands down my dick, head to tip, and I groaned, head thrown back. I tangled a hand in her hair while she stroked me, up and down, teasing the tip, playing with the fluid dripping there. “Fuck, Hannah.”
“In a minute.” Holding me in one hand, she licked me, closed her mouth on me, and my vision blacked out. She took me with her hand and mouth, sucking, swirling her tongue, pressure building low in my belly. I held her head with both hands, gritting my teeth so I wouldn’t lunge up into her mouth.
Holyfuck.
“Baby.” I lifted my head so I could watch and found her gaze on my face. With my thumb, I caressed her hollowed-out cheek. Shit, that was hot, her eyes locked on me while my dick disappeared between her berry-pink lips.
Yeah, I wasn’t going to last, and I wanted inside her more than I wanted to breathe.
She went deeper so I brushed the back of her throat, and I fisted her hair, lifting her head. “Hannah.”
I caught a glimpse of her smile as she turned for a condom, plastic tearing before she rolled it on with steady, firm strokes.She moved to straddle me, holding me in place to sink down on me in one sure roll of her hips.
“Fuck.” The groan ripped out of my throat. I gripped her hips, holding her tight against me. That fit was snug, like being wrapped in heated silk made just for me.
She braced her hands on my shoulders, hazel eyes bright with desire. “I like it hard.”
Holy Lord. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know what I liked, but I loved her tight on me, lifting and falling in a hard post. She was fucking wet, and with the condom lubrication, I slid in easy and deep. I shuddered, holding on to her hips, spreading my fingers over her ass.
“Oh, that is so good.” She bounced harder, breasts shaking, caramel hair falling about her shoulders. I couldn’t look away, mesmerized.
I slipped a hand between us, spreading her wetness over her swollen clit and rubbing a firm circle. I needed to get her off because I was going to go off like nobody’s business, soon. “You close?”
“I can be.” She rode me, fucking me while she chased her orgasm. “Pinch it, Tate.”
That was new, something nobody had ever said to me before. I did, lightly, and she moaned, rocking into me.
“My nipple, too.”
Lifting my free hand, I rolled one hard bud. She bucked on me harder. “Oh, yes, that’s good.”
Somehow, I hardened more, my balls aching, the dull heaviness spreading all through my groin. Lungs heaving, I pinched her clit harder. She drenched my hand and lap.
“Do you need to come?” she gasped, rotating down on me.
“Yeah.” I worked my hips up, driving into her.
“It’s okay . . . we can get me off after.” She slammed down so I went impossibly deep, and sensation ripped up my spine. I groaned, hips pumping, shooting into the condom.
I grabbed her hips, tugging her up and over my face. Cupping that perfect round ass, I ground her into my mouth, flicking my tongue over her. One hand planted on the sofa back, she gripped my hair and rode my face. Wetness smeared on my skin, an intoxicating taste on my tongue, a honey that was pure Hannah plus the slight chemical tang of the condom lube.
Rasping my teeth over her, I plunged three fingers inside, curving them to find the spot I’d read about.
