Chapter 30
THOMAS
I’m about to finish in my pants.
There’s no stopping it, and I don’t even care.
Having Hannah grind on me is driving me wild.
I’m having to hold myself back from tossing her down onto the couch and touching her everywhere, but I know that wouldn’t be right of me.
She said I was her first kiss, which means there may be many other firsts we might share together too.
I'm not going to take that honor lightly.
I love it. Love that I get to be the first one to touch her like this, to show her what it’s like to feel this good, to feel this connection to another person.
My hips thrust up into her covered pussy, and god, I can’t wait to be inside her. Can’t wait to feel her slick pussy clench around me as she comes.
“How does it feel, baby?” I grind out, clenching my teeth to hold back my impending orgasm.
“So good,” she mumbles, her face still buried in my chest.
I pull her up, kissing her mouth again before slipping one of my hands under her shirt. “This okay?” I ask.
When I get an affirmative, “Okay” I continue, feeling the softness of her belly under my palm, the warmth of her skin, and the curve of her as I trace my way up to her breasts, memorizing every single inch of her.
My hands meet the roundness of her breasts, and I groan, because holy fuck, this is going to send me over the edge. Hannah practically thrusts her breasts into my open palm, so I squeeze gently over her thin bra, feeling the peaked nipple under the fabric.
“Hannah,” I sigh her name as the base of my spine tingles, and my balls tighten. “Fuck, I’m going to come, baby.”
Her movements grow stuttered and shaky as she tenses, letting out the softest of whimpers as her eyes squeeze shut, and her body loses itself in her pleasure.
God, I can’t wait to make her be loud, really let herself go in her pleasure.
I can tell she’s holding back right now, and I need more from her.
Need her moans, need her loud cries as I make her come.
With that thought, my cock explodes into my pants as I finish, my cum soaking my boxers and shorts instantly.
It’s such an intense orgasm that I lose focus for a moment, my eyes hazy as I come back to my brain.
Hannah is rocking slowly, her hands tangled in my hair, and as soon as our eyes lock, we crash together in a relentless kiss.
Fuck, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
When we reluctantly pull away, Hannah glances down between us, scooting herself up and off my legs.
I don’t want to let her go, but I have to.
She slides to a standing position, glancing at her feet and avoiding eye contact.
“I’m going to get cleaned up,” she murmurs, jerking a thumb toward the bathroom.
“Hold up,” I say, standing and pulling her into my arms. “You okay? I know that was probably… a lot. I hope I didn’t rush you.”
She vehemently shakes her head. “No, you didn’t rush me. I was ready. I don’t know what came over me, but it was fun.”
“So, you wanna do it again sometime?” I ask with a flirty wink.
That blush I love so much creeps up her neck and cheeks again as she nods. “Yeah, I do.”
“Me too, freckles.”
She heads into the bathroom, and I dart upstairs to grab yet another fresh set of clothes. When I get up there, I spot Arson lounging on the bed. He glances up at me, giving me an irritated look. “You didn’t have to come up here,” I tell him.
He gives me another look, as if to say, Yeah, like I wanted to see that.
I shrug. “Thanks for the privacy.” Okay, time to stop talking to your dog, Thomas. I grab a fresh pair of boxers and opt not to grab a new pair of shorts. I have a feeling we will be climbing into bed soon anyway.
After sliding the fresh boxers on, I head downstairs, throwing the cum-stained ones into the washer right away. “Han, do you want me to throw your clothes into the wash? I’m starting a load.”
“Yeah, give me a second,” she calls from behind the bathroom door. The door opens a second later, and Hannah comes out wearing only a dark grey robe. It’s thin enough that I can see the teardrop shape of her heavy breasts without her bra, her nipples poking through the fabric.
Annnnd I’m about to get hard again.
I clear my throat, glancing down at her hand instead, where she holds out the clothes. “Thanks,” she murmurs. “I’m going upstairs to change.”
“Okay. Are you ready for bed?” I drop the clothes into the washer, adding some soap and pressing the start button. “Or did you want to finish the movie?”
Hannah is yawning when I turn back to face her. “Never mind,” I answer my own question, leaning forward to take her hand and kiss her cheek. “I think it’s time for bed.”
She only nods, yawning again as she heads up the stairs.
With the washer running, I head into the bathroom one last time myself, taking out my contacts, putting my glasses on and brushing my teeth.
I give Hannah a few more minutes upstairs to herself before loudly clomping up the stairs, giving her ample warning that I’m on my way up.
It’s moments like these that I wish I had my phone, or a camera of some sort. Hannah is already under the covers, and Arson is tucked up into her. They’re basically spooning, and I’m man enough to admit that I’m jealous of my dog.
“Arson, you’re in my spot,” I say, and Hannah laughs.
“He’s fine,” she says, petting his belly.
“No, he’s not. I’m officially kicking him out.”
Hannah looks up to me, her eyes softening as she takes me in. “I should tell you something,” she says.
I wait for a moment. I have an idea of what she might say, but I want her to feel comfortable enough to say it.
Her eyes are downcast, but peek up at me with uncertainty as she speaks. “I’m a virgin. I’m sure you knew, what with you being my first kiss, but I felt that you needed to know… officially, before things go any further.”
I take in the flush of her cheeks, and offer her a smile. I’m not going to make a big deal out of this, because it’s not. It’s a silly label that society has made feel like a curse if you are a virgin past the age of twenty-one.
“Thank you for telling me,” I reply, feeling honored that she feels safe enough with me to divulge that to me. “I like that I get all your firsts. It’s an honor, and I won’t take it for granted, freckles.”
Instead of dwelling on it, she changes the subject. “I love when you wear those glasses,” she admits, and I about melt.
“Lucky for you, I need them to see,” I say with a laugh, shooing Arson to the end of the bed.
“You look hot,” she murmurs. “I like you without them, too. But there’s something about them that I love.”
I get into the bed, tucking myself under the covers and shifting so I can pull her into my chest. “You could wear a paper sack and I would love it,” I tell her, and she giggles, smacking me on my chest.
“Stop it.”
“I’m simply telling you the truth.” I let out a sigh, sinking my head into the pillow as I hold her closer. “This is where you belong. In my arms.”
Hannah tilts her head up, her fingers trailing circles on my bare chest. “I think you might be right.”
I kiss her, hoping I can convey all my emotions in one simple kiss. My feelings are so strong for this woman, that I would do anything to keep her as long as possible. And I hope it’s forever.