Page 56 of Just My Type
Brave.
“Yes,” I say, my eyes never leaving his. “Touch me, Noah. Please.”
NOAH
Touch me, Noah. Please.
Hannah’s words have a dark sort of desire curling through me even as an uncharacteristic rage simmers in my gut. I saw Hannah’s eyes when I asked her if I could touch her. When, instead of answering, she asked about me, like I was what was most important. As if I wouldn’t drop to my knees right now and worship her body for the rest of my life without even a thought to my own pleasure. I’ve never been a violent sort of guy, but right now I want to pummel her ex-boyfriend into the ground. Destroy him for not treating Hannah the way she deserves to be treated.
His loss and my fucking gain.
I stroke the back of my hand down Hannah’s cheek, continuing down her neck and over her collarbone. Curling my fingers around the thin straps hanging off her arms, I tug until the top of her dress falls down to her waist, exposing the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.
“Goddamn, Hannah, no bra?” I ask, my eyes drinking her in. Her soft skin and rosy, pebbled nipples just begging for my mouth.
“Didn’t work with the dress,” she manages, her voice a little breathless as a flush crawls up her chest under my gaze. I see her hands twitch, like she’s trying to resist the urge to cover herself up, and that just won’t do.
I don’t want her to hide anything from me.
I want all of her.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmur, bringing my hands up to cup her tits, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, plucking them between my thumb and forefinger until Hannah is gasping and rocking her hips against me. Bending down, I suck one nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tight peak while Iroll the other one between my fingers. The moan that falls from Hannah’s mouth has me smiling against her skin and switching sides, paying the same attention to the other nipple then blowing cool air on her wet skin, loving the goosebumps that break out over her chest.
“The most beautiful girl in the world.”
With my eyes on Hannah’s, I drop a hand down, skating it under the hem of her dress and running it up the inside of her thigh, feeling her leg muscles quiver under my touch, her sharp intake of breath making my cock jerk and start to leak. It’ll be a wonder if I make it through this without blowing right in my boxers. It would be worth it. When I glide a single finger over the lace covering her pussy, her eyes flash and she whimpers, her head dropping back against the door.
“I can feel you, Han. Already so hot and wet and ready for me. You want my fingers, Gorgeous? Should I see how many you can take before you’re begging me to let you come? I can’t wait to feel you stretching around them. It’ll be a little taste of how it will feel to have you stretching around my cock, and I can’t fucking wait. I bet you’ll take me so well.”
“Oh, my god.” Hannah moans when I press my thumb to her clit through her underwear, gliding my index finger up and down her slit, feeling her soaking through the lace. “That feels so good.”
I smile, cupping the back of her head with my free hand and leaning in to kiss her neck, licking and sucking a path down to her shoulder as I work her slowly over the lace, loving the sounds she makes—her pants and gasps and moans even though I’ve barely even touched her. “I know, baby. You’re being so good for me, telling me exactly how I’m making you feel. Always, always tell me how you feel. Are you ready for more?”
“Please,” she gasps, rocking her hips against my hand.
“Anything, Han. Anything you need, always.”
Curling my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, I push them down until they fall to the floor, then grasp Hannah’sthigh, hitching her leg over my hip and holding it there as I snake my other hand back under her dress. I swipe two fingers through her slit, groaning at the feel of her hot, wet pussy. “Fuck, you are so ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes as I ring her entrance with one finger, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her clit. Hannah grips my shoulders and presses her hips forward, grinding down and looking for more friction. One day I’ll play with her for hours. Edge her, just like that entry on her fantasy list asked me to. Wind her up over and over again until she’s a moaning, dripping mess, begging me to let her come. But today is not that day. Today I want to give her all the pleasure she has been missing.
Slowly—so, so slowly—I sink a finger inside her, watching as her eyes go dark and swallowing hard against my own arousal as her cunt sucks my finger in, squeezes around me. With my eyes on hers, I keep talking to her. “Fuck, Han, you feel amazing. Your pussy is perfect and it’s already dripping for me.”
“Shit,” she whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I bet she’ll leave marks. I hope she does.
“You like this, baby? Feeling my finger inside you, my thumb on your clit right here in this room where anyone could walk in and find us? Where they would see how well you take me? How much you love it when I touch you like this?”
Watching her carefully, I remove my finger and press back in with two, grinding the heel of my hand over her clit while I curl my fingers, finding the spot on her front wall that makes her moan, her head thrash back and forth on the door, and her eyes squeeze shut.
“No way, Gorgeous. Open those eyes. When I make my wife come on my fingers, her eyes stay on me.”
Hannah sucks in a breath and her eyes fly open, locking on me while I fuck my fingers in and out of her and grind down on her clit. “Don’t call me that.”
I chuckle, adding a third finger and relishing in her low cry. “Don’t call you what? My wife? But that’s what you are, aren’tyou? My wife, whose pussy clenches so tightly around my fingers when I say those words.”
“I shouldn’t like it,” Hannah says on a gasp. “I won’t be your wife for long.”
“Maybe not, but you are now. So show me, Hannah. Ride my hand and show me how well you come on my fingers.” Leaning down, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and curl my fingers again, increasing the pressure on her clit.
