Chapter 36
THOMAS
“Truth or dare.”
Hannah stares at me with more heat in her eyes than I’ve ever seen.
“Truth,” I reply, my eyes widening.
“What turns you on?” she asks, her voice shaking.
“You,” I reply without a second thought.
Hannah scoffs, a blush rising up her cheeks. “Be more specific.”
“Fine,” I reply, kneeling on the edge of the bed, resting my palms on my thighs. “You, in the dress you wore tonight. You, in nothing at all. The noises you make when you come. The way you squeeze my fingers with your tight little pussy. You, Hannah. You turn me on.”
Her mouth parts, pupils dilating as she stares at me.
“Oh,” she breathes.
“Truth or dare, Hannah,” I prompt, moving toward her, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“Truth,” she replies.
“What turns you on?” I repeat her question to me, not because I can’t think of something, but because I truly need to know.
Anytime we’ve been intimate, it happened naturally, with no specific person initiating it.
Is that what this is? Is she ready for more?
I am. I want to be inside her more than my next breath.
I want the closeness with her, the raw connection sex brings.
She swallows thickly. “When you kiss me, and you do that thing with your tongue.”
“Hmmm,” I reply, cupping her cheek and pressing my lips to hers. I gently bite down on her lower lip, swiping my tongue across the area. “Like that?”
“Y-Yes,” she stutters. “And when you kiss my neck.”
I do as she says, trailing down her jaw to her neck, pressing long, languid kisses to her skin.
Before I get lost in the little noises she makes or the softness of her skin, she pushes me back by my hair, taking a deep breath and speaking, her voice clear. “Truth or dare.”
Time to kick things up a notch. “Dare,” I answer, narrowing my eyes, pushing my glasses up from where they slid down my nose.
With a sharp inhale, Hannah squares her shoulders and looks me in the eye. “I dare you to fuck me, Thomas.”
Okay, that is totally not what I thought she was going to say. I thought she’d say, kiss me, or maybe something we haven’t done yet, like eat her out, but I never thought she’d say that. I’m all in, of course I am, it just took me off guard.
“Are you sure?” I ask, all thoughts of our teasing game long gone. If she’s serious about this, I want to make sure she’s ready. This is all new for her, and I need to make it good for her.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she replies. “I want it. I need you, Thomas.”
Fuck, hearing those words leave her lips makes my cock thicken even more in my boxers. Once again, these boxers are lucky. At this point, maybe it’s manifestation, but I’m not going to question it.
I slide my hand around her waist, locking my eyes with hers.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I ask, not really waiting for an answer before kissing her again.
Hannah whimpers into my mouth, and for a long while, I kiss her.
We make out like teenagers, my body hovering over hers on the bed.
In the distance, I hear the click-clack of Arson’s nails as he goes downstairs, giving us some privacy.
My hand grips her soft waist as I lay her down, resting some of my weight on her.
I slowly make my way down her body, kissing her through her thin pajama shirt until I reach the apex of her thighs.
Heat radiates from her core, taunting me with her soaking pussy.
I press a kiss to the fabric-covered heat, goosebumps breaking out on my flesh when she moans.
“This okay, baby?” I ask, looking up at her from between her thighs. She breathes heavily, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.
She nods, her eyes glassy as she looks down at me. “Yes, please.”
I slide my fingers under the waistband of her sleep shorts, prompting her to lift her hips.
I push them down, revealing her glistening cunt to me.
She’s fucking soaked. She shimmies her thin top up and off, baring her breasts to me.
My mouth is watering seeing her completely naked and knowing what is coming next.
I adjust my glasses, fully aware that I could take them off, but wanting to see everything, every moment.
I slide my boxers down, freeing my throbbing cock. Just the thought of being inside her is making my brain short-circuit. Hannah glances down, watching my cock twitch, and bites her lip. Fuuuck, she’s trying to kill me.
I kiss my way down her body again, not stopping this time when I reach her pussy, instead, sliding my tongue from her entrance to her clit, enjoying the taste of her for the first time. Hannah jolts under my touch, her body tensing and relaxing after a moment.
I take my time, letting my tongue explore her, my fingers moving to her entrance and sliding in. Her pussy tightens around them, and if this is a preview of what my cock is about to experience, we’re going to be lucky if I make it more than three strokes.
Thrusting my fingers in and out of her, I soak up each moan, each breathy gasp and tense of her muscles.
Her thighs tighten around my head as my tongue flicks and teases her clit.
She’s getting closer with each movement, her body showing me the signs that are growing all too familiar with each passing day.
“Come for me, baby,” I order, needing to give her as much pleasure as possible tonight. I will make her feel good. This won’t be some fumbled fuck in the back seat of a Honda Civic with a teenage boyfriend. Her first time should be amazing, and I feel honored that she’s choosing me to be her first.
“Fuck,” Hannah moans, her thighs shaking, squeezing my head even tighter as she reaches down to grip my hair, pulling at the strands.
I moan against her clit, giving her a little vibration, making her moan.
I don’t stop until she’s shoving me off her.
When I sit back on my heels, I wipe my mouth with my fingers, the ones that were just inside her.
Not wanting her wetness to go to waste, I slide my fingers into my mouth, reveling again in her delicious taste.
“Holy shit,” Hannah gasps. I smile as I let my fingers fall from my mouth to my cock, wrapping around the girth and stroking a few times. “Holy shit,” she repeats, her mouth dropping open comically.
Stroking my cock is not enough, though, even with her eyes on me like they were the day we watched each other. I need more. Hannah surprises me, sitting up and leaning forward, her fingers grazing down my chest and stomach to cover my hand. “May I?” she asks delicately.
I swallow harshly. “Yes,” I say through gritted teeth, anticipating her touch. No matter how much I anticipate and prepare though, it’s never enough to lessen the pure bliss that hits me when she replaces my hand with her small fingers.
She tentatively strokes, squeezing my shaft the way I’ve shown her.
“Harder, baby,” I coach, hissing when she follows my instructions. Hannah rises to her knees, matching my position. I reach out, cupping her heavy breasts in my palms as she strokes me with one hand. The other wraps around the nape of my neck, pulling me down to her lips.