Chapter 19
Rhys
G o slow, my brain kept yelling as I kissed down Hannah’s neck and across her ample bosom.
Her head was tilted back as I nibbled on her soft skin, and as much as I wanted to rip the undergarments from her body and eat her pussy until she was a quivering mess, I kept chanting the reminder inside my head.
When I first realized Hannah and I were going to collide, I reached out to Skid, who had experience with this type of situation and who wasn’t related to either me or her.
He kept pressing the importance of going slow, reading her body’s cues, and listening to her.
I trusted she’d let me know if it was too much, but I wanted her so badly, I was afraid of pushing her too fast.
Her chest heaved as I nipped at her breasts through her bra, and with delicate movements, I reached around her and unhooked the clasps, freeing her from its lacy confines.
Her nipples begged to be licked as I tossed the bra over my shoulder.
I laved the flat of my tongue over the erect nubs, and she moaned loudly as she pressed her chest forward for more.
Squeezing one as I licked and sucked on the other, I felt her ass wiggling on the bed. I smiled against her skin as I moved to the other breast, wanting her close to the edge before I touched her sweet pussy. And I had no doubt it was going to be the pussy that ended all others for me.
“Rhys,” she groaned as I nibbled on the tip of one breast and pinched the other.
Hearing my name on her lips in an erotic moan had my cock throbbing in my pants.
He would have to wait, so I kept him encased in his cotton prison.
My jacket was impeding my movements as I went to kiss down her stomach, so I moved back to her heaving breasts as I slid the jacket off and onto the floor.
I’d decided against a tie, and at that moment, I was glad I made the choice.
My shirt had the top three buttons undone, and as I slowly kissed down her quivering stomach, I began to unbutton the rest.
When I was at the top of her panties, I lifted my eyes and saw she was watching me with a lustful gaze. I raised my eyebrows to gauge her emotions, and she nodded, silently giving me permission to continue.
I removed my dress shirt and tossed it aside as I ran my nose across her panties, smelling her desire.
Her pants and moans were driving me insane as I licked down the gusset of her panties, needing a little taste to tide me over.
Her hand came to the back of my head, and she removed it, I reached over and lifted it back to my head as I looked up at her.
She bit her lip, and I felt precum leak from my cock as I grasped the sides of her panties.
Hannah lifted her hips, allowing me to slide the soaked material off. I pushed them into the pocket of my pants as I placed small kisses on the top of her mound. Her legs were shaking slightly as I watched from my position between them while I fully licked the center of her engorged pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned and gripped onto the back of my head a little harder. I did it again, and she muttered, “Yes.”
I took that as my cue to enjoy my dinner.
Lifting her feet to the edge of the bed, I pressed her knees open, so I had full access to her before I pressed my tongue against her clit and flicked rapidly.
Alternating between fast flicks and slow licks, I felt her body trembling the more I worked her, and when her legs started to lift, signaling she was getting closer, I pressed them back open.
She fell to her back with her hand still on my head as she stuttered and moaned, “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop. Oh . . . oh yes.”
The pulsing of her clit under my tongue drove me closer to the edge, but I wanted her to come again before we went any further.
I slowed my ministrations but never stopped licking as her orgasm ebbed to a trickle.
When she tried to push my head away, telling me she was too sensitive, I gripped onto her wrists and pushed them to the bed as I sucked her clit between my lips and rapidly flicked the tip until she screamed my name into the room.
“Rhys . . . fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as her head whipped back and forth and her pussy flooded my mouth.
When I felt like I’d rung the last of her pleasure from her body, I slowly slid up until my knee was on the bed and I was looking down at her angelic face as her post-orgasm smile brightened.
She looked up at me, and I leaned over, kissing her softly, allowing her to taste her release on my lips.
She brought her hand up and lifted from the bed as she deepened the kiss.
“Have you had enough?” I asked when we came up for air.
She looked me straight in the eyes and shook her head as she whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”
“My pleasure,” I returned, slamming my lips back to hers.
Carefully, I helped slide her up the bed as I crawled with her until her head was on the pillow and my feet weren’t hanging off the end.
Making sure to keep our eyes locked on each other, I reached into my pocket and took out the silver condom packet before I removed my pants, shoving them and my boxers down my legs and onto the floor.
Her blue eyes glowed in the moonlight that streaked through the blinds as I lifted the condom wrapper and opened it with my teeth.
She didn’t seem like she was having second thoughts or that she wasn’t with me in the moment, so I rolled the condom down my shaft and brushed a lock of sweaty hair from her forehead.
“Are you sure, baby?” I asked again, needing reassurance.
“Rhys, I know you love me and you’d never hurt me. I promise, I’m fine,” she declared, her blue eyes alight as I settled closer to her body.
My cock was kissing her pussy, and with more patience than I realized I had, I carefully pressed the head to her wet center.
When I slipped inside her warm confines, we both moaned, and I made sure to keep my eyes on her face.
Any signs of distress and this would be over, but when I was buried balls deep in her and I saw her eyes rolled back in her head, I took that as permission to keep going.
Retracting my hips until just the head of my cock was inside her, I thrust forward with no hurry, before repeating the action again.
Hannah brought her hands to my shoulders, and I started to increase speed but not power as my thrusts grew in intensity.
Her head started to hit the headboard, so I reached under her shoulders and pulled her down, impaling her on my thick cock.
“Oh,” she moaned, and her fingers dug into my shoulders as her pussy gripped my cock like a fist.
I kept my hands on her shoulders, stopping her from rocking up the bed as her hips met mine with each thrust into her perfection.
The tingles in the base of my spine started sooner than I wanted, but she was so fucking perfect, I was going to blow my load like a teenage boy before she finished.
I wouldn’t come without her, so I licked my thumb and reached between us to make small, tight circles on her clit.
She stared at me while her pussy grew impossibly tight around my cock, and when I felt her clench my shaft as she moaned out my name, I allowed my orgasm to overtake me.
My vision grew spotty, and I collapsed onto my outstretched arms as Hannah trembled and quivered under me.
All too soon, the orgasm crested, and I rested my head on her shoulder as she rubbed my back and we basked in the afterglow.
Pressing up on one arm, I looked down at her, and she smiled so beautifully at me, I couldn’t help but say, “I love you, Hannah.”
Her eyes grew watery, and I was about to move off her, afraid she was having trouble or flashbacks, only for her to reach up and brush her hand across my cheek. “I love you, Rhys.”
“Finally,” I muttered before kissing her until we were fighting for breath.
I rolled to the side and walked to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom before wetting a washrag and returning to the bedroom.
Hannah had pulled a blanket over her nakedness, and I wiggled my eyebrows at her as I slipped it off her and cleaned between her legs.
She looked confused so I crawled over her and explained.
“It’s my job to take care of you, and I take it very seriously,” I explained before offering her my hand to help her sit up.
There was a robe hanging in the bathroom, so I grabbed it and brought it back to her.
She smiled and ducked her head as she took it from me, and while she got up and covered herself, I found my boxers and pants on the floor.
Slipping them on, I grabbed my shirt and jacket and tossed them on top of the dresser along the wall.
Hannah was sitting on the edge of her bed, and I walked to her and squatted in front of her. “Are you okay?”
She leaned forward and kissed me softly before replying, “I’m better than okay. I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are,” I said and kissed her. “I need to feed you.”
She perked up and asked, “How does bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns sound?”
“You don’t have to cook for me,” I replied, and she chuckled before standing up.
I stood with her as she said, “I’d need to go to the store for that, but I was thinking of that twenty-four-hour waffle place. It’s fast and yummy.”
“Brilliant idea. Let’s get you dressed and we can go.” She walked to her closet. “I feel like I owe you a nice dinner out instead of a diner.”
She slipped on a pair of jeans under her robe and grabbed a shirt, pulling it over her head before turning back to me. “Darlin’, I’m not a fancy dinner kind of girl. I like greasy hashbrowns, hot dogs, and French fries. I don’t need to be wined and dined. I just need you.”