Chapter Seven
Dean
Following Hannah’s orders—though this will be the last time she’s in charge tonight—I strip off my shirt, unbuckle my belt, and slide off my jeans. When I stand before her, naked, she stares at me, skin flaming, eyes wide with awe and an unbridled awe that fuels my desire even more.
“You're so… big,” she mutters, her eyes glued to my proud, pulsing, cock. She swallows, unconsciously running her tongue over her upper lip.
“Oh, fuck, Hannah,” I growl, pulling her into my arms again, our bodies pressed together. “You're going to make me come just from looking at me like that.”
Lifting her effortlessly, I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently. I hover over her, running my eyes over her perfectly sculpted body, taking in all of her before lowering myself to capture her lips in another searing kiss.
I stand up and walk over to the other end of the room, lift the mirror by the window, and carry it to the other side of the mattress. I set it against the wall so she is staring at her reflection before I step around the bed and settle in behind her.
"What are you doing?" she asks, her brows furrowing slightly.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” I reply, lowering my mouth to her body. “Do you like this?” I whisper, beginning a slow, sensual assault on her neck. “Or this?” I move my mouth to her shoulder. “This —” Moving my fingers upward to touch one taut nipple. “This?” I tweak the hardened bud, feeling her body jolt in response. “Do you like what I'm doing to you, Honey?”
“Yes, so much,” she answers shakily.
I cup her breasts and begin to stroke each nipple with my thumbs. I can see her growing fascination as she watches me in the mirror, eyes wide, skin flush as she takes in every stroke, every touch, every caress…
Pleasure, hot as molten iron, surges through me as I watch her get more and more aroused. The sensation of having her all to myself like this is so indefinable.
Her nipples have grown so tight, so hard, and when I lower my mouth to it, she lets out a strangled cry. Her breathing grows shallow and thick. Teasing one taunt nipple with my fingers, I suck on the other, gently at first, then harder. She has such beautiful nipples, nice and pointy, and I can't get enough of them. I switch between the two, suckling, twisting, and squeezing.
I make her lay on her side, facing the mirror then I lay behind her. “Watch me,” I command, slipping my arm under her armpit to grab her breast in my palm. “You’ve got great tits, baby. I love them.”
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and their deep green depths have grown lighter, diluted with pleasure. She watches as I massage and caress her nipples, her breaths coming out in short pants.
I feel her pleasure and it makes me need more. My veins thrum with an urgent need to claim her, to drive into her and fuck her senseless, but I know I must take it slowly. But it's hard to hang onto control, especially seeing the way she's responding to my touch, writhing and rubbing against my body. My hunger grows each second as I watch her in the mirror, her sinuous body, her full perky breasts as they fill my hand, her glazed eyes… oh, fuck.
Hannah affects me in a way no other woman ever has. My need for her is inherent, like I’ve needed this my whole life and have just been waiting for her.
Easing her back onto her back, I part her leg and start to slide my palm up her left thigh. She makes a little helpless sound, her body shivering slightly. She tenses when my fingers skim her entrance and I lower my mouth to hers, distracting her with a kiss as I slide a finger into her. She moans into my mouth, long and hard as her body starts to quiver violently in the first wave of orgasm.
Oh, fuck, she's so responsive. And I'm about to fucking come.
Like she read my mind, Hannah grabs onto my shoulder, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. “Please, Dean… please, I need you now. I'm going to… oh fuck!” She screams as I mount her, and drive into her.
We both freeze, remaining silent for a tense second. Then I cradle her face, brushing away some of the golden curls that've fallen over her face. "Does it hurt, love?"
“Only a little,” she says, her eyes soft and reassuring as she smiles at me. Then I start to move inside of her, slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on hers.
“Good, hang on tight,” I say. Bracing my palms on the mattress, I slam into her with a force that has her bouncing on the bed. She lets out a loud gasp, her eyes snapping closed, nails clawing into my back. She begins to move, her hips pumping and gyrating as she meets my every stroke. Pleasure tears through me in insurmountable waves. She's so fucking tight. And wet and so surprisingly deep. She easily takes all of me in.
When it feels like my body is ready to snap, I stop my frantic pumping and lift my body from the hips so I can feel the thick, deep connection of my possession as I drive my cock home in one last thrust. She tumbles over the edge, clinging tightly onto me for dear life as her body succumbs to a powerful climax.
But I'm not done.
I pull her to her knees on all fours, the mattress dipping as I climb behind her. “Look at me,” I command gruffly.
She looks up, her gaze locked on me as I slide into her. I grind my cock there as pleasure washes over me. She moans as I stretch her, fueling my ache. I grab onto her hips and pull her onto my lap. She gasps in surprise. With our knees bent, bodies joined, and eyes locked, I force her hips up and down. She rides me, and I meet her thrust for thrust, breath for breath.
“God, Hannah, you ride me so well. You’re so tight, so. Fucking. Perfect.”
“Dean,” she gasps as I drive into her.
I kiss a sensitive spot behind her ear, raking my teeth over it causing a bout of shiver to rack her body. I continue to thrust, deep and hard. “Look at the mirror. Watch how beautiful we are when we fuck.”
The sight of us together mixed with the sensation of my dick inside her sends a wave of pressure barreling over me. I reach down and slide my finger between her folds once more. The moment I make contact with her clit, she screams my name, her hips bucking frantically. I swirl my tongue around the side of her neck, matching the strokes of my cock. "Call me Daddy," I command, hitting hard.
“Dadyyyyyyyy!” Her muscles seized as her orgasm crashed through her.
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Look how gorgeous you are when you come." I glide my other hand up her chin, angling her head towards our reflection. Another shock of ecstasy overcomes her body as I fuck her harder, my body burning with an uncontrollable fire. Need and desire rage like a storm, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge.
I continue pumping into her. There's something so sexy about this position that makes me feel in complete control, and it's so incredibly hot that it's got me losing my mind. I can feel her core clenching sporadically around my length, getting ready for another orgasm.
“Come with me this time, Dean,” she begged, her voice ragged. “Please.”
“You want me to fill you up? Give you everything?”
“Yes!”
I press her front onto the mattress, sliding out of her and flipping her over before I push back inside her again. Face to face, I slam into her. She lets out a loud cry, her body convulsing even harder.
“Say you’re mine, Honey.”
“I’m yours,” she nearly screams.
"And I'm yours," I return, crashing into her until the storm within her seems to consume me too. She screams as her orgasm heightens, burying her face in my neck to muffle her cries.
"Fuuuuck, Hannah!" I growl like a wild animal. My shoulders hunch, my abs flexing as my strokes become wild and frenzied. Taking both of her hands in one of mine, I hold them above her head against the headboard, then I lift her right leg slightly with my free hand and slam into her in one last powerful stroke, stiffening as my cock pulses inside her. I hold on tightly to her as we crash and burn in the wave of our joint orgasm.
After we both come down from the high, I lower my mouth to her, capturing her lips in a long deep kiss, her body jerking intervals from aftershocks as she struggles to catch her breath.
I roll off her and tuck her against my heaving chest, kissing her temple. “You’re mine,” I whisper again.
*****
I watch Hannah as she sleeps, snoring softly through her slightly parted lips. She looks so ravishing even in sleep, all soft and naked in my bed. It's been barely a few hours since she fell asleep, but I can't find the same rest– not with her naked body rubbing carelessly against mine, her dark pink nipples peeking provocatively above the covers and her golden curls spread across the pillow. I know it's only been a few hours since I was last inside of her, but I crave that heat, the feeling of that tight pussy wrapped around me all over again. I want to be buried inside of her and stay there forever if possible.
I should probably let her sleep. She's worn out and needs to rest, so I should probably take a cold shower to cool my boner off…
But my body has a different plan. As if controlled by some external force, I find myself leaning over her, my mouth finding its way to her nipple. I suckle gently, rolling my tongue over her nipple. She hardens in my mouth, a soft moan escaping her parted lips. She squirms a little but doesn't wake up. Then I gently peel the covers off her and run my mouth down her chest to her stomach, and it's only when I've buried my head between her thighs that she wakes up fully.
"Dean?" She mutters, her voice husky with sleep and desire. "W-what are you…? Ooh, don't stop."
I chuckle, then swipe my tongue over her wetness. "Fuck, you're so wet and delicious." She moans as I suck her clit into my mouth, rubbing my beard on her thighs, the sensation immediately making her wetter.
Hannah buries her fingers in my hair, pushing my head deeper into her. “Harder.”
I raise my head to blink at her in surprise. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so bossy in bed?” I tease. “I like it.” I lower my mouth to her again and do exactly as she asked, sucking her harder.
“Oh, God. Yes!” she screams, fisting my hair in her hands.
I flick my tongue, circling around the throbbing pearl, fueled by her needy pants. She whimpers and wiggles, her body writhing restlessly.
“Please,” she begs.
I slip two fingers inside her, curving them upwards to her G-spot while I continue to suck her clit. She arches off the bed, her fingers leaving my hair to claw at my shoulders as her body trembles violently.
“Holy fuck!” she cries.
“Yes, that's it! Come for me, love,” I say against her tender pussy and another wave of pleasure echoes through her body.
“I need to feel you inside me,” she says, her voice urgent.
I love how she's always eager for me, to have me inside her. It fills me with a sense of male pride… or dominance.
I smirk and push my fingers into her. “Like this?”
“No, you. I need you inside,” she says, sounding more than a little frustrated.
“You need to be more specific. Do you mean my tongue?” I ask, licking and lapping her swollen folds.
“Your cock… Daddy,” she says shyly, her skin flaming up from embarrassment. I’m pushing her boundaries, but I want to see her all naughty for me.
“What my baby wants, she gets,” I say, chuckling. Then I spread her thighs, wedging in between them. “I want to feel you so bad.”
“Me too,” she says quietly, her eyes boring deeply into mine.
And she doesn't have to say anymore. I nudge the tip of my cock past her entrance, slowly sliding into her. A loud groan escapes my lips as an arresting thrill zaps through my entire body and soul.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I sink all the way into her, my cock buried deep in her heat.
Oh, this is what heaven must feel like.
If I died now, I'd have no regrets. No feeling beats being inside of her. None.
I start to move, teasing her with drawn-out, hard thrusts. Our breathing syncs as I rock into her, filling her right up.
“I’m so close,” I warn.
She wraps her legs around my back, squeezing me closer with the heels of her feet.
"You're so fucking sexy. So beautiful, my love," I mutter into her ear, kissing her jaw, her neck, all over her face. "You're perfect, Hannah."
She moans in response.
“Your pussy is so sweet I can fuck you all night,” I say, thrusting faster and harder. Her nails claw deeper into the flesh of my back.
I reduce my pace, reaching out to trail my thumb tenderly over her cheekbone, elongating the moment. I lower my mouth to hers, sealing my mouth over hers. I kiss her deeply, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth and raking my teeth over it. Then she lets go, splintering around me, squeezing her thighs against my hips until I lose control. I let out a bestial growl as my body shakes with the strength of my orgasm.
For a long time after we come, I remain buried inside of her, reveling in the sensation of her in my arms, in my life.
I am so in love with her.