Chapter 8
It had been an hour since Hannah had drifted off to sleep. Well, at least one of them was having a good night’s sleep. Samuel was enduring sweet torture. Her warm, soft, curvy body was pressed against him. For the first fifteen minutes of holding his wife in his arms, he kept his lower half dormant. After that, he lost the battle. He turned to granite as she ground into him. His hand stayed respectfully around her waist. Even with the temptation of the fullness of her globes just above his arms.
This is what he wanted. He signed up for being in this bed with her. All because he couldn’t go another night without having her close. They should have been together all along. Hannah hadn’t chosen him. Hell, she hadn’t even chosen Jeremiah. He knew her. What she had really chosen was the Trinity Covenant Church. His desire for her was unaffected by the negative thoughts. If those thoughts weren’t enough to kill his hard-on, he didn’t know what would.
Samuel needed a moment. His attempt to extricate himself from her hold was a failure. “Please don’t let me go.” She murmured grinding her backside against his body.
He tried to bite back his groan and failed. “Han-uel.” she moaned. There was no sweeter sound than his Hannah calling out his name. Yes, this definitely was a punishment of some sort. As her full, lush ass ground against him, her delicious sounds continued to reverberate. His hardness was a pole that her cheeks surrounded and massaged. How he held onto his control was a mystery. Something had to give. His cock was leaking.
Was this how he was going to spend his wedding night? Coming in his boxers with his wife’s ass grinding against him.
He was fighting so hard to hold on to the edge of sanity that it took him a moment to realise the sound of her breathing changed and movements halted. She was awake.
“Jagiya?” he called.
“Yes, I’m awake.” Her voice a whisper.
While she had stopped moving, she hadn’t shifted away from him. Even though he was certain she could feel the steel pressed against her. This time, it was he who moved against her. Pushing forward with his hips, he ground against her. When she moaned in response. He sent up a prayer to hold on to his control. It was not to be. She moved his hand to cup her heavy breast. His prayer changed to help him maintain his sanity. The moment his palm registered the diamond peak, he admitted defeat. The open palm of his hand rubbed against the hardened nipple of his wife. She let out a soft moan as he circled his thumb around it, applying just the right amount of pressure. He continued to push against her until his name left her lips.
This time when she moaned “Han-uel,” it wasn’t a sleepy utterance. He wasn’t a saint. Not by a long shot. “Jagiya?” he inquired. He was at a loss for words as his mind was flooded with lust.
“Please,” she requested.
Control was for a stronger man. Her plea unleashed his primal need for her. Hannah was about to come face to face with her husband’s desire.
“Please what?” he questioned.
She cupped her hand over his, squeezing. “As good as that feels, I still need you to answer my question.” He wouldn’t allow her to distract him.
The answer wasn’t forthcoming, but she ground against him. No, this wouldn’t work. He removed his hand from her breast. “No,” she protested.
“Please what?” he growled. He would give her what she asked for and so much more. Hannah just had to say the words. An exasperated groan escaped her lips.
He offered his assistance for her sake as well as his own. “Please what? Make you feel good?” he felt her nodding.
“Make you come?” his hand moved to her breast. This time, he didn”t need her encouragement. He cupped her heavy globes. His thumb and forefinger rolled her tender tips with just enough pressure to cause her to hiss, “Han-uel.”
“Answer me!” He demanded. Samuel needed her words to release him.
“Yes. I need you.” She whispered.
“Louder, couldn’t hear you.”
Hannah found her voice, and boldness, “Please Han-uel I need to feel you.”
That’s what he needed. He threw the covers off of them.
“Lay back,” he ordered her while he worked off his boxers. Now that his cock was free, it bobbed in anticipation. She was on the precipice of her release. He needed to prepare her so she could adjust easily to his girth.
Samuel made quick work of freeing her of her gown and panties. The dark didn’t allow the visual inspection that he wished for, but he’d make up for it later.
“Are you sure?” He checked in a final time.
His acceptance this time was based on her actions, not on her words. It was enough for her to place his hand between her legs when she parted them. The feel of her springy curls and wetness spurred him into action. He positioned himself between her splayed thighs. The heady smell of her arousal made his mouth water. His cock jumped as the first taste of her ambrosia coated his tongue. Using his hands, he spread her legs wider. He moaned as his tongue swiped her folds, gathering more of her tangy citrusy taste. The taste of her sent a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He savored the combination of sweetness and tartness, feeling his senses ignite with every lick. The feeling was both electrifying and intoxicating, leaving him hungry for more. He suckled her slick, hardened pearl into his mouth as a finger slipped between her folds. His senses heightened as he tasted her sweet essence, feeling her body respond to his tongue. His own desire grew, fueled by the intoxicating combination of her moans and the pulsing heat between her thighs.
Samuel wanted to spend more time lapping at her tasty desire, but his need was weighing on him. His need was a pressing hunger, gnawing at his insides with an intensity that demanded immediate attention. The desire to savor every moment with her battled against his own physical longing, leaving him torn between indulgence and necessity.
He added another digit. Curling his fingers, he pressed against her concealed spongy spot. As he applied pressure, her wetness soaked his digits. His touch intensified as her walls tightened and her thighs trembled. Her hands flew to his head, holding him captive as she sang his name. He continued flicking her bud with his touch until she begged him to stop. Her hands slipped from his head, freeing him.
His movement was swift as he moved to join her. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he shared her sweet taste with her in a passionate kiss. His need pulsed. He broke the kiss. “It’s been over two years. I was clean at my last check up a couple months ago.”
“Me too.” She shared. With that information out of the way, he had a green light. Positioning himself between her thighs. He instructed her to spread wide for him.
It felt like he was taking her innocence all over again as his bulbus head breached the heat of her core. He felt her flinch and stopped his movement. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” Her teeth sunk into her full bottom lip.
The last thing he wanted to do was cause Hannah any discomfort. Samuel took great care as he eased into her tight pussy. “Jagiya,” he groaned while he eased his cock deeper within her. “You’re so tight.” He praised. He adjusted his rhythm, finding the perfect balance between gentle and intense thrusts. Her walls squeezed around him, massaging his length. He gripped her hips, ensuring a steady pace as he thrust in and out. His touch was both passionate and gentle, his fingertips caressing her skin with each movement. “You feel so good.” After nipping at her lip, he kissed her passionately.
Samuel was so close. Her hands caressed his back. He abandoned his rhythm as her nails sank into his cheeks. His release slammed into him as he roared her name. Without thinking, he collapsed on her. He listened as their breathing transitioned from the ragged, desperate sounds to their regular cadence. Her walls pulsed around his spent length. When she rubbed her hand along his back, he realised their position.
“Sorry, I must be heavy,” he offered as he rolled onto his back. Pulling her with him, he tucked her into his side.
“I don’t mind. I like the weight of you on top of me,” Hannah mused while stroking his chest. What was she trying to do to him? He didn’t respond but couldn’t help grabbing a handful of her ass and giving her a warning squeeze.
Samuel had waited for what seemed a lifetime for a moment like this. The intimacy of it gave him a feeling of contentment. Although he wished they could stay in this position, they needed to clean up. “Beautiful,” he began.
“It’s dark. You can’t see me.” She sleepily mumbled.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I see you, Hannah. I always will.”
“You’re so sweet.” She uttered, then the next moment, he heard soft snoring.
He was able to separate from her, retrieve a cloth, and clean her up all without waking her. Once he was finished, Samuel looked at her with the aid of the light streaming from the bathroom. Hannah looked so contented. It gave him a feeling of relief.
That was not the expression she wore the first time they had been intimate. They had planned to elope. Since the plan was to marry in the morning, he had finessed her into being intimate with him. “In less than twenty-four hours, we will be married. We already have this room.” He’d told her as he kissed her neck. Neitherhis lust nor youthfulness had seen she wasn’t fully committed to going through with marrying him. It had nearly killed him when, not thirty minutes after they had given themselves to each other, he found her crying in the bathroom.
“Honestly, I’m fine.” She had assured him. He’d fallen asleep holding a tearful Hannah in his arms. Convincing himself everything would be better in the morning. However, instead of awaking to find her beside him, his arms were empty. His eyes scanned the room. She wasn’t there. The door to the washroom was closed. Even though he knew better, he looked inside. He even looked in the closet. Which was when he discovered all her things were gone. Well, all except for the pale-yellow dress with the dark yellow flowers she’d selected to wear to their wedding. That she had left behind. Hanging in there to taunt him. He’d been so devastated. God, he had thought he had known pain. It was nothing compared to what he felt when her engagement to Jeremiah was announced a year later.
Samuel had gone on to lead a life most people would envy. The mention of his name was enough to sell out the largest music venues. Fans fainted when he walked on stage. His name was chanted wherever he went. Women threw their panties and themselves at him. For many years, he indulged. It was a failed attempt to dull the gaping ache Hannah had left. He had been furious with her for so long. For years, Samuel thought he would never forgive her. He’d wanted her to feel the pain she had caused him.
However, when he heard what Jeremiah had done, he discovered the true depth of his feelings for her. Upon discovering her philandering husband”s behavior, Samuel went into a rage. His heart had immediately gone out to Hannah. He found he didn’t want her in pain at all. In fact, what he wanted to do was protect her and take away her pain. He couldn’t figure out a way to insert himself into the situation without causing waves. Then Alvin White approached him. From there, everything fell into place.
Instead of getting back into bed with her, his memories had him keeping watch over her. Even as sleepiness stung his eyes, he stayed unmoving, not returning to bed. He watched as she reached out her hands in search of him. The shadow of confusion fell over her face when she didn’t find him. “Han-uel?” she called.
“I’m here.” He answered.
Her eyes fluttered open briefly, and an angelic smile transformed her features. He turned off the light and joined her in bed. She immediately snuggled up to him. He pressed a kiss to her temple. This is where they both belonged. Samuel shut the door to the past. His focus was on her and their future.