Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Armando
Mary, Queen of Peace. I’m harder than stone for Hannah.
What kind of magical creature is she to transform every conflict into explosive sex?
She just fucking surrenders to me. Even when she wants to hold back, her body melts with my touch, all the dirty things I do to her.
I don’t plan to do them, but she makes me.
She brings it out in me. Her body receives, and mine wants to give.
It’s impossible for me not to deliver every caress, every spank, every orgasm she seems to crave.
And right now she wants to pretend she has control, so I’ll give it to her. I strip out of my clothes and grab a condom out of my wallet. I flop onto the bed on my back and roll the condom on my erection.
Hannah’s ditched all her clothing. She’s freaking glorious—all soft curves and dark skin with that insane mane of hair tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. She climbs onto the bed.
I tuck one hand behind my head but hold the base of my cock with the other until she takes over. A shudder of pleasure runs through me the moment she fists it.
“I’ll bet you want me to suck it,” she says, pupils blown.
The erection punches out harder. “Fuck!”
“I’m not sure you deserve that.” She’s playing cock-tease, but I don’t give a shit because she climbs over me and lines up that sweet pussy of hers with the head of my shaft. She rubs her juices over it, then sinks down.
I growl, barely stopping myself from reaching for her hips to help. It’s fucking hard not to use my hands. Because she’s not some stripper-stranger. She’s Hannah, and I can’t fucking wait to see her come all over my cock.
She rocks slowly over me, her pelvis undulating, her tits shifting. It’s goddess worthy. I want to touch those juicy tits. I want to rub her clit. I want to yank her down on me so hard she sees stars. But she’s got the control now. And I’m grateful as hell to be inside her.
I roll my hips in time with hers, shifting up to thrust into her when she rocks down. It quickly becomes too much for her. She braces her hands on my shoulders and starts riding me faster, her breasts swinging, hair falling in a curtain around my head.
I fist the pillow behind my head—tear at it—to keep from breaking my word not to touch.
When she sees my dilemma, she pins my wrists down on the bed like I’m her prisoner and slides that magic pussy faster and faster over my cock.
She works it and works it like a fucking Energizer Bunny until she runs out of breath from the exertion and stops moving, panting.
I lift my hips to meet her every downward thrust. It feels incredible.
She’s so wet and so tight. And when I look up, I see her tits bouncing and her nipples stiffening.
There’s no way I can keep my hands still for a few more seconds.
They’re itching to touch her. To squeeze the ripe mounds.
To circle her stiff nipples with my thumb and forefinger. To slide to her clit and make her come.
I’m on the edge. Balls-deep in that slick cunt, backed up against her cervix, I work my hips to get even deeper. My fingers twitch.
She arches backward and clamps down hard on my cock. The shock of her pussy muscles contracting around me is almost enough to send me over. She’s panting now, her tits bouncing as she grinds her pelvis forward and back.
I stretch my arms up and slide my hands up her body until they cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.
Her eyes go wide, and she swallows. I drop one hand to rub her clit.
I can’t stop myself. I’m too close. Her hips buck against mine, fucking me.
I move my thumb in a figure eight over her clit until she’s moaning and begging for release.
I let go of her tit and grab her ass to bury myself in her as far as I can. Watching her arch back to meet me as she releases a raspy moan.
Fuck.
“Let me touch you,” I start begging. “Let me drive, doll. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”
Her eyes are smoky, rose flushes her skin. She blinks those curled lashes at me as she considers. I thrust my hips up to get deeper and she moans.
The moment she gives me a minuscule nod, I wrap my fingers around her hips and start controlling the movement.
I lift and lower her over me, thrusting my hips in time to meet hers.
It feels like heaven, but I’m also getting desperate to finish.
I’ve been hard for her all day and just watched her come on the kitchen floor.
She moans like she’s getting close with the short, sharp cries that fall like music in the room.
We’re both close, but it doesn’t happen, and I think a change of position would help. “Let me put you on your back.”
I’m not usually one to ask for permission for anything, but she’s holding this power over me now, and I’m gonna let her. It’s my penance. Better than the ones Father Fantoni assigns.
“Okay,” she gasps.
I flip her around in one second flat, keeping our hips glued together.
As soon as I’m on the top, I start thrusting with force.
Hannah’s eyes roll back in her head, her lips fall open with pleasure.
She cups her own breasts. I hold the place where shoulder meets neck to keep her head from banging into the wall and fuck the living daylights out of her.
When I decide I need to be deeper, still, I lift one of her thighs up and pound into her in that position.
I kiss her hard again, one more time. This time, my tongue is forceful and dominant.
I take her tongue and suck it hard into my own mouth, forcing her to submit.
She’s mine. She’s going to remember that.
I want to leave a mark on her. I want her to be able to smell me on her, feel me deep within her.
I want her to think of me every time she touches herself or remembers this night.
“You taste so fucking good, Hannah. I’m going to make you come so hard. I’m going to make you scream.”
I watch as she falls apart around me, her legs shaking and her back curling, her whole body holding the weight of an orgasm that is too intense.
She breathes deeply and hard from her core, writhing against me, her hands holding on tightly to my forearms. Each time her body wraps around mine, I feel my own orgasm build.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I growl. “I’m going to fill you up….”
She starts screaming, filling the room with ecstatic needy shrieks. My balls draw up tight, thighs shaking.
“Fuck, Hannah, I’m gonna come,” I tell her as stars start to explode behind my eyes.
“Yes!” she cries. “Me too!”
Hannah’s orgasm is so powerful, she’s shaking even while mine rips through my body, taking over and shaking me to my core. I don’t want to stop. I want to stay inside her forever, feel her body pull me deeper, keeping me here, connected.
I continue to come, still banging her hard, and she bites her lip, arches her back and screams some more. Her pussy contracts around my dick, pulsing and squeezing with her climax.
Christ, she’s everything.
She really is.
I slow down and stroke slowly for a while, taking it down to a caress then finally stopping and feeling my cock pulse and twitch inside her with the aftershocks.
“ Bella. ”
She frowns and lifts her head from the pillow. “What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Did you just call me by another woman’s name?” Her voice is sharp and offended.
A snort of laughter surprises me. Jesus. When’s the last time I laughed?
“No, I said bella . It means beautiful in Italian.” I ease out and pull off the condom, reaching behind me to drop it in the trash by the bed.
“Oh.” She goes soft and receptive again. Fuck, I love how receptive she is. I’m also loving her jealousy. “Do you speak Italian?”
I settle beside her and stroke my palm over her hip. “A little. I understand it better than I speak it. I’m second generation American, so my grandparents speak it.”
“Wow.” She turns into me, her palm coming to rest on my chest. “Are you always… like this?”
I push a swatch of curls over her shoulder, so I can see her gorgeous breast. “Like what?”
She chews her lip. “Like this in bed.”
I only partially manage to hide my surprise. I learned a long time ago that any time you get a woman to talk about sex, you don’t do anything to shut that communication down. Hannah wants to talk—I’m in. Even if I am so far out of touch with my emotions, I’m a robot.
I consider. “No. I don’t think so. I used to have more game. My techniques were... more stylized. I even thought sophisticated. But with you…” I close my eyes letting pleasure of what we just did wash over me. “It’s more raw. Hungry. Almost desperate.”
She blinks at me. There’s vulnerability shining in those sultry brown eyes, but I’m not sure what she needs me to say. Or if I already fucked this up.
“Every time we do it, something in me thaws,” I admit.
More vulnerability washes over her face, and her breath quickens. Is her lower lip trembling?
I come out with it—all the honesty I know how to give. “You’re healing me.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and she lets out a puff of air. I cup her face, trying not to react to the tears. A couple spill down her cheek, and I thumb one away.
“You’re destroying me.” Her voice chokes with tears.
I freeze. Stop breathing.
What is she saying? What is she telling me here? Fuck.
That shifty thing happens again in my chest.
“How?” My whole body’s tense for her answer.
She sits up, and I follow. “Armando, what is this? I don’t even know what we’re doing, but I know it’s a bad idea.”
Aw, shit. My heart stops beating. My chest goes stiff.
“I don’t have the answers you’re looking for,” I admit.
“Everything is happening so fast. Like a raging storm.”
“It is.”
“So what is this? Is it just sex… a lot of it?”
I shake my head. “No, Flowers. It’s not just sex. I can tell you that much.” Although I can’t keep my damn hands off this woman.
“But it’s dangerous,” she adds.
A fist clenches in my gut.
“I don’t keep feelings locked up in a box. My emotions are big, and they bleed into everything. And I don’t want to fall in the deep end when I know there will be no one around to pull me out.”
I digest that metaphor. Does the deep end mean love?
Fuck.
I want to tell her I won’t hurt her. But she’s right. Someone wants me dead. I don’t know if I’ll live through the week. And even if I do, Hannah and I are worlds apart. She’s color and light and delicate flowers.
I’m darkness.
Death.
Destruction.
I live and breathe in a den of sin.
I have zero to offer her.
In fact, my continued presence in her life is only a grave danger to her.
As soon as I stop pretending I believe she’s actually a problem for me, I should walk.
Walk away and never look back.
If I had any decency, I’d do it right now.
But I don’t. I grip her face and claim her mouth like she just professed her love to me. Which, in a way, she did.
“We’re both in the deep end, Flowers,” I tell her when we break apart.
I’ve never been in so deep.
She bleeds…. I bleed.