Just Hannah. Wanting this. Having it.
He is, it must be said, spectacularly good at this.
He’s also, and this undoes me more than it should, attentive in a way that isn’t performance. He notices. Asks. Adjusts. Treats the whole thing like a conversation he’s genuinely interested in rather than a destination he’s trying to reach, and I had forgotten that this was possible, that someone could be this —here— and somewhere in the middle of all of it I feel the loosening thing again except it’s everywhere now, not just in my chest but in my shoulders and my jaw and the place behind my eyes where I store everything I don’t have time to feel during the day.
He undresses me like every inch is a new moment of wonder. His lips brush lightly over my neck, collarbone, down to my breasts, nipples, one and then the other. Every second, etchinginto a memory of what being with someone should be like. It should be reverent. It should be special. And it should be felt.
I slide under the covers, but not for modesty, more for privacy, a cocoon for him and me. He pulls a condom from his wallet and holds it up.
“I’m covered,” I say softly and his brows shoot up.
“You’re sure?”
And then a little bit of the lawyer in me wonders what the hell I’m doing? He’s young. Obviously wanted by… millions of women.
“Are you clean?”
“Tested after my last partner.”
I bite my lip and his thumb comes out to stop me. “It’s okay, I’ll wear the…”
But my body is pulsing and I don’t want to wait any longer. I pull him toward me and he takes the hint.
His hand slides down my body. Imperfect, but holding its own. And honestly, every little extra here and there is a badge. A little roundness from one more slice of brie. A scar from sliding down the stairs when they iced over.
But my body still responds. I’m not dead. I’m feeling more alive than ever.
And then he slides over me.
He lifts my chin. “Look at me. I want to see you.”
He sees me. He really sees me.
I nod as he separates the folds of my body and in one smooth motion, he unites us.
And I wonder if I’ve ever really known what this should feel like.
It’s like going under water and getting that first big breath of air when you come up. It’s like riding a roller coaster when there’s that anticipation when it’s click, click, clinking towardthe top, right before you fall over. And it’s like a thousand suns are inside of me, waiting to burst out.
“Fuck… Hannah. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
His cock is definitely the biggest I’ve ever had and it’s not longer before my body is at the peak…
But I hold on.
I don’t want this to end.
And that thought is even more scary than facing life alone with two girls when I was a single mom.
“Hannah, baby, let go. I can see you’re waiting. I’ll be there with you. Promise.”
Oh God, he’s so good.
I inhale a deep breath and my body explodes in every single direction all at once. I’m writhing like I’m possessed.
Maybe I am.
But it’s beautiful and when I’m starting to come down, he grunts and I feel his body pulsing inside of me. He thrusts through the rest of my bodyquakes.
