29. Hannah
CHAPTER 29
HANNAH
O ver the last seven years I’ve tried to convince myself that sex with Will Thompson wasn’t anything special. I’ve told myself I wasn’t missing out on anything and what we shared hadn’t meant a thing. But as soon as I feel him start to fuck me like we’re the same people we were that summer, I know that’s not true.
“Shit, Hannah, you feel so good,” he groans, leaning down to kiss my mouth while he flexes his hips in and out of me.
I don’t say anything, channeling all my desire into kissing him back while his cock starts to hit the spot inside me that always made me see stars.
“Did you miss riding my cock all these years, huh, Han?” Will growls, pulling back from our kiss to trail his mouth down my throat. “How many nights did you use those pretty fingers on this cunt trying to convince yourself you could make yourself feel as good as I’m making you feel right now?”
His words throw kerosene on the desire already building between us, and I pull his mouth back to mine, trailing my fingers down his back hard enough that I know he’ll have marks for the next few days.
“Yes, baby. Mark me up however you want. Just know that you may not be ready to admit it yet, but this pussy is mine. And I’m gonna take my time over the next few weeks reminding you of all the ways I can make you come.”
“But it’s just sex,” I remind him, wrapping my legs around him harder and using the new leverage to control his pace. He complies, letting me fuck myself on his cock for a moment before reaching between us and rubbing my clit with his fingers.
“God, yes, Will. Yes. I’m so close,” I murmur, my movements losing rhythm as he teases me, letting me chase my orgasm.
“Come on my cock, baby. This pussy’s gonna look so good dripping with my cum, sweetheart.”
That mental image pushes me over the edge, and I come with a loud cry. Will doesn’t stop, continuing to rub my clit through my orgasm before grabbing both my hips to pull me closer to him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispers, tightening his grip on me, before he picks me up and starts moving me up and down, fucking me hard on the length of his cock.
God, that’s fucking hot, I think to myself as he continues to lift me over and over, groaning each time he bumps my sensitive clit when he slides into me.
“I’m close,” he warns, and I feel myself tighten at the desperation in his tone. “Gonna fill you so good, baby.”
He lifts me faster and faster before finally slamming me down and grinding against me. I feel his cock twitch inside me, coating me with his cum the way he promised, and I feel my second orgasm rip through me.
“Yes, angel, yes,” he groans, shifting against me as I ride it out before collapsing on his chest.
Neither of us says anything for a while, and I lie on top of him, keeping him inside me while he brushes his hands through my hair. I don’t know how long we stay there, with both of us refusing to move as if we’re both scared that when we do, all of this will disappear.
Finally, after a long while, he leans down and pulls my mouth to his, dropping a soft kiss on my lips. “That was incredible, Han. Now, throw on my shirt and come into the kitchen. I’ll fix us something to eat and we’re gonna do that again.”