Chapter 5 Hansel
Chapter Five
Hansel
I want to forget, too.
I want to replace every memory I have in this cottage with memories of Gretel. Only Gretel.
I want to forget about the witch, and what she did to us. I want to burn those memories in the oven and watch them turn to ash.
Fuck that. I don’t even want to think of it.
I want every thought to disappear. And in its place, her.
Her curves. The sweet soft sounds she makes.
And the look in her eyes. That beautiful hazel longing.
I want to remember that forever. Everything else can spend eternity in a hell I no longer remember.
She tips her face up to mine, making a soft moan as I kiss her deeper.
God, she’s sweet. Sweeter than any candy I’ve ever craved. Cold air still clings to her clothes, so I run my hands up and down her sides and over her back, warming her up and loving how she shivers beneath me. It’s almost too good to be true. I wish I could stay in this moment and never leave.
Gretel presses closer, her arms going around my neck. She gets up on tiptoes, her curves against my stomach, and whimpers.
“Gretel,” I murmur, and push her hair away from her face. I want to devour her. I think I could kiss her forever if she’d let me, but there’s so much more of her. I dip my head to lick along her neck, and Gretel gasps.
“Hansel.” She tips her head back, giving me more access to the tender side of her neck, so I kiss there, too. Suck on it. The scent of her skin is intoxicating and so completely her that I’ll never be able to tear myself away.
Not if it means giving her up.
I push that thought out of my head and angle Gretel closer. My cock is hard and in need, and she wriggles her hips slightly when she feels my hard length pressed against her, her lips parting.
Everything about her is an invitation. Her large, dark eyes.
Her plush lips. The pink in her cheeks from the cold.
Need surges through me like the fires surged across the fields, and suddenly I can’t stand it anymore.
I’ve been sitting next to her all day, and I need to give her something other than cold and fear and thinking about the witch.
“Let’s get these off. They’re keeping you cold.”
Taking my time, I help her undress.
“Yes,” she whispers, and lets me lift her dress over her head. Her underdress. I need her naked. I need to see all of her.
And then she helps me all the same. Her fingers brushing against my skin is electric. Everything about her turns me on.
I take her face in my hands. “All I care about is you.”
Kissing her naked is like nothing else. I can’t stop touching her. I run my hands over her hips, and her lower back, and her breasts. Leaving open mouthed kisses down the dip in her throat. I’m obsessed with every detail of her.
Gretel moans when I circle her nipple, so I stop and pay attention to both of them. God, she’s so soft. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Her eyes fly open when I start to delve my hand lower.
She pants, the firelight reflecting in her eyes, and leans into me.
Then slowly, tentatively, she spreads her thighs.
“I need to touch you,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she breathes, and I brush my fingers between her legs.
Gretel is already wet, and so soft I could come right then and there. I take my time getting to know her. Gretel moans oh and yes and grips my arm, holding on tight while I test her opening with my fingertip.
“More,” I say out loud, and pick her up in my arms.
I kiss her on the way to the bed, then lay her down on the quilt she put out. Gretel kisses me back just as hard. As if she missed me just as much as I missed her.
When I can stand to leave her mouth, I kiss down to her neck, then to her nipples, and then to her belly. Gretel’s hands find my hair. Even her breathing turns me on. The arch of her back into the quilt is perfect.
I move my shoulders between her thighs and lick her clit. She’s sweet as fuck and the way her hips buck at the sensation fuels me on.
Gretel lets out a long moan and opens her legs wider for me.
This is what she deserves. Everything I can give her.
I lick her and taste her and swirl my tongue over her clit and lap up her arousal.
I don’t care about my own throbbing cock.
All I care about is Gretel’s pleasure, and the strangled cries of pleasure she keeps letting out, and the way her hands grab at my hair to keep my face buried in her pussy.
I suck at her clit until her thighs shake.
“Hansel,” she cries out my name, her voice high and breathy. “Hansel—I’m—oh, I have to—” I don’t stop, I don’t let up as she thrusts herself closer and her fists ball the blanket on either side of her.
“I’m going to come,” she cries out, her nipples pebbled and her back arched as pride flows through me.
Her orgasm seems to last and last, and I hold her by her hips and ride it out with her, nibbling and teasing and loving that I got her off.
And then I can’t get enough of it. The second she starts to come down, I delve between her legs again and lick her until she cries out a second time and pulls me up to her, shaking.
“Please,” she begs me. “Please.”
“Please what?” I ask her in a murmur.
“I need you,” she whispers.
Fuck, that’s all I ever wanted to hear.
I’ve wanted to run my hands through her hair like this for years. Kiss her neck like this for years. Feel her pulse pounding from the orgasms I’ve just given her for years.
It’s almost too good to be real, but I push my face into the side of Gretel’s neck and kiss her again. She is real. We’re here in this godforsaken cottage because she swore the witch was back, but the witch is as dead as she was when we left this place together.
Gretel and I are alive. And I’ll be damned if this place ever haunts her again.
It doesn’t take her long to recover. She turns her head and kisses me, igniting another intense wave of pure need in me. I have to be inside her. There’s no other option. I can’t live another second without being inside of her.
Gretel moves against me, almost frantic, pleadingly. Every part of me has been begging for her since the second I saw her. Why didn’t I realize that sooner? Why did it take so damn long?
It doesn’t matter. We’re here now, and the heat from the fire fills the room, and Gretel keeps her arms around my neck as I position myself over her.
I kiss her jaw and her chin and her lips and slip my fingers between her legs. She moans softly, spreading her thighs again as I slide one finger into her slick opening. Gretel’s tight but takes my finger easily, her hips rocking into my touch.
I add another finger and curl them. She shivers, more pleasure moving through her and her pussy clenching down on my knuckles.
“I need you,” she murmurs. “Hansel. I need you.”
“You can have me,” I answer.
“Please,” she says, her eyes locked on mine. “Please, Hansel.”
I line myself up with her opening and push in slowly watching as her eyes widen and her breath catches.
She feels like heaven. So wet. So tight. So mine. I hold my breath, forcing myself to go still, then stroke Gretel’s hair out of her face.
“We’ll go slow,” I promise her. As much as I want to fuck her with reckless abandon. I know this is her first time.
“I don’t want to,” she says, and rolls her hips. My eyes close and my head drops to her chest at her revelation. She doesn’t know what she does to me. She doesn’t realize what she’s asking for.
More of me pushes inside, and we both gasp.
It feels too good to be sinking into heat, and it takes all my energy not to lose control. I need to fuck her. I need to claim her. I need her to be mine when we walk out of here again. I need everyone to know they can’t take her away from me in the middle of the night, ever again.
I don’t care how delirious I sound in my head. I don’t care that what I want might be impossible. I’m hooked so deep in Gretel’s panting, mewling sounds as she takes me inside her that nothing could bring me back out again.
Until I bottom out and she tightens around me, her thighs wrapping tight around my waist and her heels resting on my lower back. Gretel stares into my eyes, her mouth a tiny o.
“That’s good,” I tell her, and stroke my fingers through her hair. I’m going to shake myself apart if I don’t fuck her soon, but at the same time, I’d be willing to wait forever for her to be ready. “You feel so good. You feel—Gretel. You feel so damn good.”
“So do you,” she answers, and kisses the corner of my lips. “I—” Another strong shiver.
I pull out and thrust back in. Harder and with more force. The rocking of her body forces her breasts to bounce and I’m amazed I don’t come at the sight of her gorgeous curves beneath me.
“Yes. Yes,” Gretel gasps, her feet locking behind me.
Gretel’s body grips me, sending hot pleasure through my hips. I stroke into her hard, my instincts taking over, then slow it down.
I need to slow it down, or I’m going to come, and it can’t be over yet.
Not when I just got her back. Not when I need her so bad I can’t stand it.
I kiss her, tasting her sweet sounds, while I thrust into her, the rhythm deep and steady. Gretel whimpers again, her pussy pulsing around my cock, and comes with another burst of slick desire.
“You’re mine,” I growl into her ear, her hips rocking frantically into mine. I lose control slightly. Fucking her like I’ve dreamed of. She’s still coming, gripping my cock so tight I’m almost blind from how good it feels. “You’re mine. I’m going to make you mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes, Hansel—Hansel—” she murmurs, her nails raking across my shoulders. My name. She cries out my name as I groan in the crook of her neck.
I push her a little farther onto the bed, centering her so I can fold her knees up to her chest and fuck her with everything I have.
I can’t take my eyes off her heated expression.
Gretel’s skin is flushed and warm in the firelight, her lids half-lowered and her mouth open so she can gasp and pant and moan.
She stretches one hand over her head and grips my shoulder with the other, trying to pull herself closer even as I pin her to the bed.
I need to be able to lean down over her and kiss her while I stroke into her. I need her soft and open and crying out my name. I need her desperate beneath me and at my mercy.
That’s exactly what I get.
The tension that’s been building in me builds and builds until I can’t feel anything else. It becomes a hot, feral pleasure. I bury myself deep inside her as I find my release when she comes again.
The fire rages in the grate, twice as bright as before. A small point of flame catches my eye, and I glance at it—
Candles. On the table near the bed. There hadn’t been any candles lit when we walked in, but now they’re burning. Fear strikes through me and I question my vision. I blink and it’s gone. Goosebumps travel down my spine but she grips onto me. Clinging to me.
Finally, I hear my own breathing, and Gretel’s. I check again and there’s nothing there.
She strokes my nape with her fingertips, murmuring things to me. It takes a while before I can make out what she’s saying.
“So good.” Gretel’s breathless. She sounds satisfied. She sounds like I gave her what she needed. “That was so good, Hansel. I wanted it to be you. It had to be you. It could never be anybody else.”
I don’t have it in me to say anything back, so I kiss the side of her neck and pull us toward the pillow. I only need to close my eyes for a few minutes. I just need to be with her.
That’s all I need. But I open my eyes, searching for whatever it was that I saw and questioning if we are alone in this cottage. I kiss her shoulder, my eyes on the open door as she whispers something I can’t hear.