20. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Waking up the next morning, I smile to myself; I have a bunch of hair all over my face, but Hannah’s warm body is tucked in tight against me and her head is on my chest. A sense of “This is what I’ve been missing” makes me squeeze her closer and give her a kiss on top of her head just as I feel her start to wake up.
“Good morning, Pretty Girl.”
She buries her head in my chest, trying to hide the blush coating her cheeks, hopefully remembering what we did last night, because I know that’s all I’m thinking about. Thankfully, I’m on my back and not pressed up against her like last night because she would definitely be able to feel exactly what I’m thinking about.
“Good morning,” she mumbles against my chest, stifling a yawn. “What time is it?”
Reaching my arm to the side table, I grab my phone, “A little after ten.”
“Really? I can’t remember the last time I slept past seven,” she says, making herself comfy against my chest.
“Me either,” I answer, honestly. I can’t remember the last time I slept so peacefully and woke up so rested. Even after an overtime game I don’t sleep as well as I did with her pressed up against me.
I’m happy to see that she’s not freaking out about last night. After she fell asleep, I was worried that I pushed her or went too far, too fast. But I just couldn’t stop myself once she rocked into me. I mean I could have stopped at any time, but the way her soft moans hit my chest was just too much, and I had to get a taste of how she feels. Her skin was so soft. I’ve never worried about asking too much too soon, or if having sex with a woman after knowing her a few weeks was too soon. Hell, I’ve never gotten to know a woman over a few weeks, preferring to keep things one and done. With Hannah, I know I’m not gonna get enough of her from just one night. I want to learn exactly what turns her inside out, how she tastes, if her nipples are the light dusty pink I imagined, how she’ll feel wrapped around my dick . . .
And I need to change my thoughts, before she notices how hard I’m getting . . . again. Can’t have her thinking I just want a quick hook up. I really need to ask her out on that date before anything else happens.
As I’m trying to calm myself, gently running my fingers up and down the soft skin of her arm, she props herself up with her chin now resting on my chest, looking at me.
“Sorry about sleeping all over you like that. I’m not usually a cuddler,” she says as her cheeks redden and she bites her lower lip.
Running my thumb along her lower lip, to tease it out from under her teeth, I say, “Anytime. Especially after last night. You can use me as your own personal body pillow whenever you want,” I say.
“What do you mean after what happened last night? The storm?” she asks, getting to a sitting position and no longer looking at me as she stretches her arms over head.
What does she mean: What happened last night? Does she not remember? Was she not awake? I mean she used the bathroom! But Sadie uses the bathroom, hell, she’ll make a full meal while sleepwalking. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Did I take advantage of a sleeping woman . . .
“Umm . . . No, not the storm . . . a . . . what happened in the middle of the night. After . . . after you woke up to go to the bathroom,” I say as I get up, distracting myself by going to the kitchen.
“I woke up last night?” I hear her ask as she follows me to the kitchen. I take out the coffee and mugs to make coffee before I even realize that we still don’t have power, even though the rain seems to have to let up and the wind is still howling outside.
“Yeah . . . yeah, you did. You really don’t remember?” I ask before turning around, but before I can say anything, she starts laughing, comes over and wraps her arms around my middle.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I was just joking, and then you believed me. I swear I was awake; do you really think I could sleep through one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had?” she asks, her blush creeping its way under the neck of my T-shirt she’s wearing.
“You’re evil,” I say as I wrap my arms around her, tickling her sides and making her giggle. Pulling back and tipping her head back, I place one hand on her cheek so I can look at her face. “I was picturing getting my ass kicked, and rightfully so, by Levi, then JJ, and then Lacey. Pure evil,” I say as I start laughing.
“I’m sorry,” she says with a small giggle and a sparkle in her eyes, reaching on her tippy toes to kiss the underside of my chin. Lost in the feeling of her in my arms, my mind wanders back to what she just said about that being one of the best orgasms she’s ever had. Considering I barely touched her, that’s just sad and unacceptable. Locking that little fact in the back of my mind for next time, I get to touch her instead of asking her for an explanation.
“I’m starting to learn that you’re a lot sassier than I originally thought,” I say as I join into her laugh. Once we’ve calmed down, I notice that she’s still in my arms; she doesn’t seem to want to let go. Before I can get lost in her, I need to make sure. “I can see you’re going to keep me on my toes. But seriously though, are you okay with what happened last night?”
“Can I be completely honest?” she shyly asks, once again, hiding her eyes from me.
“Always,” I say against the top of her head.
“It was very out of the ordinary for me. I’m not, not even when I was younger, someone to just jump into bed with someone. But no, I don’t regret it.” Taking a deep breath, she pulls away to look at me, “Honestly, you kind of took me by surprise. Not just last night, but in general. I’m usually a practical person, but for some reason it’s like I lose all sense when you’re around.” Looking back down, but not before I catch a glimpse of uncertainty, she continues, “But I don’t even know if I want something else or more to happen between us. If I’m being completely honest, I don’t even know if or when I’ll be ready to get into another relationship. Not that I expect you to want a relationship with me because of what happened last night.”
Bending my knees, but keeping her securely against me so I can look her in the eye, I reassure her. “Hannah, if I’m being honest, you’ve had me captivated before I even saw your face. You were line dancing with Lacey and Ellie, and I’m assuming one of them said something funny because you had your head thrown back laughing and all I could think about was how soft your hair looked and how it would feel to run my fingers through it,” I say, as I run my fingers through her bedhead. “Like I said last night, I owe you a date before anything else happens. Or it doesn’t have to be a date, we can just keep hanging out together. Nothing has to be official. Just know that if we just hang out together, I’ll only be hanging out with you.” I need her to know that I’ll take anything she wants to give me. I won’t rush her.
“Okay,” she finally says after a few seconds of thinking about what I just told her. “Let’s just see where this takes us. No promises, no timelines, no rules. Just promise me that if you get sick of me, or want to stop hanging out with me, you’ll tell me,” she demands, letting the insecurity that her ex-husband created seep through her voice.
“I will.”
“Pinky promise?” she shyly asks as she leans in towards me.
“Pinky promise,” I say, wrapping my pinky around hers. Why do I feel like I’ve just entered into a friends-with-benefits arrangement with this girl?
After our impromptu make out session in my kitchen, we make our way outside to my back porch where I boil some water on the BBQ for some instant coffee. Next thing you know, I’m sitting on my back deck with Hannah on my lap wrapped in one of my sweaters and a blanket over us to cut the wind that’s finally starting to settle.
“You know this isn’t that bad,” she says as takes another sip of coffee.
“Definitely not what I was planning on giving you if I ever had the chance to wake up next to you, but I least I know you’re easy to please,” I say with a smirk, winning me an eye roll.
Just as we’re enjoying the view of the mountains in my backyard and the soft breeze that still lingers, we hear the tell-tale sound of the power coming back on.
“I guess the storm is officially over,” Hannah notes, without moving off my lap.
“I guess so,” I say, holding on to her a little tighter, not wanting to lose the closeness she’s giving me.
We keep sitting in silence sipping our instant coffee, just enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly, I feel her shiver. “Wanna move this inside?”
“Please,” she agrees and slowly gets up as if she doesn’t want to, making her way into the house.
“How about I start an actual pot of coffee and make you breakfast after a quick shower?”
“Or, I can make breakfast while you’re in the shower as a thank you for saving me last night?”
“Or you could just join me in the shower,” I say with a wiggle of my eyebrows, making her laugh.
“Maybe I just might,” she teases back as she makes her way to the living-room.
Leaving her in the living room, I make my way to my ensuite. Taking off my clothes, I realize it might be a good thing that she didn’t take me up on my offer. I didn’t get to finish last night, and I should probably take the edge off to make sure things don’t get awkward. Although, I seem to have a perpetual hard-on whenever she’s around.
Standing under the shower, letting the water roll down my back, my mind wanders back to Hannah last night. To the moans she let out, the softness of her tits. Next thing you know, I have my hand wrapped around my dick imagining it’s her lush lips sucking me down. Before I can get too lost in the fantasy of Hannah on her knees for me, the door opens and Hannah catches me mid-stroke.
“I see I made the right choice,” she says in a breathy voice as she quickly pulls my T-shirt over her head and drops my boxers. Somehow, I get harder watching her strip for me. I don’t say a word, transfixed on the way her blush starts at the top of her cheeks and cascades down to the peachy tips of her breast. Without making eye contact with me, she gets into the shower and walks directly into the spray, giving me the perfect view of her world-class ass. Unable to stop myself, I walk up behind her, pressing myself against her as I grab her hips and kiss down her neck, making her tilt her head to give me better access, her hands wrapping back around my neck.
“Feeling a little dirty there, Pretty Girl?” I ask against the wet skin of her neck as I trail one hand towards her tits and the other to her pussy—which I’d willingly bet my hockey career is already wet for me.
“Yeah, someone got me dirty last night,” she boldly answers as she turns around to face me. Then, in a shy voice, she continues, “I don’t know what it is about you, but you bring out the bold in me. You make me feel so comfortable, yet I barely know you.”
“If it’s any consolation, you make me feel things I haven’t felt in years,” I confide as I slip my hands down to her ass for a squeeze, making her moan.
“Good to know I’m not the only one then,” she says as she grips my neck, pulling me down for a searing kiss.
“Now, how about you let me return the favor from last night,” she suggests in a breathless tone as she tries to make her way to her knees. I stop her by grabbing her ass—dear Lord, I can’t wait to get her in a proper bed to worship her ass—for now, I pull her in for another kiss wrapping my tongue around hers.
“I told you, no returning the favor until I take you out on an official date,” I say as I make my way down to my knees, kissing down her body. “Instead, how about you lean against the wall and let me taste this pretty little pussy of yours?” For some unknown reason I feel like this girl needs me to show her that I’m not just here for what she can give me sexually. And considering she told me she’s not looking for a relationship, and that this seems to be more of a friends-with-benefits arrangement to her, I need to show her that she means more to me than just a quick lay. In the ridiculously short amount of time I’ve gotten to know her, I already know I’m never going to want to let her go.
Not giving her the time to answer, I trail my hands up her legs, hiking one of them over my shoulder. “That’s it, spread your legs for me.”
I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s already trembling. I can’t wait to feel her pulse against my tongue. Letting my hands travel to her ass, I bring her hips closer to my mouth and lightly blow on her center, making her moan. “So sensitive,” I say as I bring my mouth down to her right thigh, slowly licking my tongue closer to where she wants me.
“Please,” she begs as her fingers tunnel through my hair, pulling my face where she wants it.
“So eager,” I say, right before I swipe my tongue down her center, getting a good taste of her sweet honey. Making my way to her clit I swirl my tongue around it as she flexes her hips into my face. Not wanting to let her clit go, I bring my finger to spread her wide and drag it through her wetness before sinking two into her tight channel, making her buckle.
Not giving her time to recover, I keep pumping my fingers in and out as I suck on her sensitive little button, making her moan.
“Please, Ian . . . I need to come. Faster, please.”
Not wanting to disappoint, I slide another finger into her tightness, increase my tempo and curl my fingers, hitting her sweet spot as I graze my teeth on her clit. That little touch of roughness is what makes her explode against my tongue as my name echoes off the walls.
I don’t let her go right away; I keep lazily flicking my tongue and pumping my fingers until she’s fully come down from her orgasm.
“That was amazing,” she says, pulling me up her body. Once I’m standing, she doesn’t waste any time before snaking her tongue along mine, reaching down to wrap her hand along my dick. Letting her give me a few pumps, my hand joins hers and I reluctantly pull my lips from hers.
“Han, I told you, no touching until I take you out on a date.”
“Fine, let me watch then,” she commands as she pulls her hand from under mine.
“You wanna watch?” I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life. It won’t take me long to blow my load. I’ve watched her come twice already and both times it’s taken all my will power not to come right alongside her.
“Yes. You’ve seen me come twice and I haven’t had the privilege yet,” she confirms as she pulls away from me, giving me a hungry look and dropping her eyes down to my hand fisting my cock.
“You wanna watch me make myself come, Pretty Girl?” I ask, making her pupils dilate as she licks her lower lip.
“Yes, show me what you like,” she encourages in a breathy voice, her eyes transfixed on my hand moving up and down my dick. It doesn’t take me long before I’m moaning her name and blowing my load on the floor of the shower, with her moaning right alongside me.