Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
WET DREAMS
Nolan
Hannah Evans is what wet dreams are made of.
Her hands fall to my shoulders, and I embrace the way her nails dig into my wet skin.
I hold her steady with one arm around her back, but the other is in between her legs, and I’m toying with her to make the moment last longer.
My mouth skims her ear. “Did you enjoy the show?”
She whimpers out a yes, and I smile. “Do you want to know what I thought of while jerking myself off in front of you?”
Hannah climbs to her tiptoes in a poor attempt to get my hand to move lower. I know where she wants to be touched, and it feels a little bit like an honor for her to not shy away like the last time.
“Ye–yeah,” she answers.
“I thought of that pretty little moan from the other night.” My teeth sink into her earlobe, and she turns her head to give me more access. I brush a thumb over her clit, and she shivers in my arms. God. “And then I thought of what you’ll feel like coming on my dick.” I smile against her wet neck as the shower continues to rain on top of us. “I can’t wait to see you get off with me inside of you.”
“You’re… so…confident.” She’s barely able to get the words out.
I rub my thumb against her clit again, but this time, I go hard and fast, and she pushes herself closer to me.
“I am confident. Just look at you letting go for me right now.” It’s fucking beautiful. “I know you haven’t gotten off during sex… but tell me,” I grip her chin with my free hand and stare at her mouth. “Have you ever gotten off like this for your ex? Have you shown anyone the face you make when you come?” I squeeze her jaw. “And faking it doesn’t count.”
Our eyes meet, and hers are hooded with lust. They droop with something seductive, and I want to be the one to put that look in her eye over and over again.
Fuck, am I all of a sudden addicted to her?
I slip a finger inside and hook her leg around my bare hip. My dick is hard again, and I know she can feel me pushing against her.
“No,” she admits quietly, looking me dead in the eye.
I back her to the tiled wall and finger her a few times before I can’t take it anymore. My mouth is on hers, and I’m swallowing every little whimper that climbs from the back of her throat. Our tongues dance against each other, and I feel her everywhere. I bite onto her bottom lip and slip another finger inside of her, hooking it to hit a different spot.
She breaks our kiss, and her head goes into my shoulder.
“Fuck my hand, Hannah.” I smirk when she whimpers. I think she likes it when I talk dirty. “I want to be the first man to ever watch you come. Give it to me.”
Hannah’s hips start rolling against my palm, and I press harder to give her clit the push it needs. She’s moving quickly, and I watch her pussy swallow my fingers.
“Oh my g?—”
I rub my palm against her clit one more time, and she breaks. Her legs go slack, and her eyes shut. I stare at her parted lips, and her moan is a melody to my ears. My fingers push deep inside as her pussy continues to wrap around them to ride out her orgasm. I’m tempted to bring her to another orgasm just so I can watch her again.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her ear.
Her entire body shakes in my arms, and when I pull my fingers out, our eyes meet.
“I…” her voice is raspy and her eyes are wide. “I can’t believe you got me off.”
My lip lifts. “Looks like we both earned an A.”