AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I drop my head and lightly trace my tongue around her nipple, not quite touching it, then bite it. Her body quakes, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vise as her back arches and I suck away the sting of my bite.
My dick throbs inside her, needing its own release. But she’s spent now, her body slack, so I grip her waist and take what I need. I drive into her over and over until her core tightens around me again. I drop a hand between us and circle her clit, building her up.
“Sam, oh God, Sam,” she cries.
The pad of my thumb finally presses on her little nub, sending her over the edge again and me along with her.
* * *
I pourus a nightcap while Hannah wanders around my apartment, taking everything in. A little crease forms between her brows, and the urge to wipe it away has me moving toward her. “What’s wrong?”
Her eyes sweep over the open-plan living and dining areas. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just not what I expected.”
My brows shoot up. “What were you expecting?”
“A little more life? I mean, the fish tank is cool. But the rest of this place is so . . . sterile.” She shrugs.
I look around, trying to see it from her perspective. Crisp white walls, sleek black furniture, a few framed black-and-white landscape photographs adorning the walls, and an ultra-modern kitchen. “I guess it is a little sparse . . .”
She accepts the drink I offer then takes a seat on the couch and frowns again.
I chuckle. “What now? You don’t like my couch?”
“It’s awful. This is the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever sat on.”
Dropping beside her, it’s like sitting on concrete. “Jesus, you’re right.”
She looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Did you not test it out before you bought it?”
I strum my fingers on my knee. “I did not. Actually, I didn’t pick any of the furniture in here.”
Hannah chokes on her port. “I’m sorry, what?”
“An interior designer decked the place out before I moved in,” I explain.
She cringes. “You mean you paid someone to make your place this boring? You’re a sucker, Sam. You got ripped off.” Turning on the couch, she lifts her legs, placing her feet in my lap. “How long have you lived here?”
Throwing an arm over the backrest, I shift to face her. She looks so beautiful, her cheeks still flush from the quickie in the back of the car. Satisfaction pulses through my veins as my eyes skate over her now. She is so unlike any woman I’ve ever been with.
“Hello, Earth to Sammy boy . . .” She waves a hand in my face.
“Sorry, what was the question?”
She laughs lightly, and the sound hits me in the gut, just like it has every other time I’ve heard it. “How long have you lived in this monstrosity?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not that bad. I’ve been here for about five years.”
Her eyes widen. “And it’s looked like this the whole time? How can you stand it? This place is begging for some color.”
“You brighten it up quite nicely.”
She blushes and takes another sip of her port.
Taking one of her feet in my hands, I remove the delicate red heel then the other before running my thumb along her instep.
“Oh God, don’t ever stop,” she moans.
I laugh then do it again. She sighs happily and slouches into the corner. “This would be even better on a decent couch. Seriously, we need to do something about this thing.” She pats the cushion beside her ass. “How, in five years, have you not noticed how hard it is?”
