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Never in her life would Hannah have thought she'd be unhappy with two orgasms delivered by an attentive lover. But in that moment, she wanted him to fill her. His fingers weren't enough. She still felt empty, and only his manhood could complete her.
She watched as he used his left hand to stroke his growing erection. Pre-cum glistened at the tip and she longed to lick it off, but he instead moved the hard length lower, until that wet tip merged with her own slick folds. Dylan playfully slid his cock up and down her pussy, careful to brush her sensitive clit often, driving her sexual need higher.
She tried to lift her hips to take him inside her, but he was too heavy. Why was he slowing down when all she wanted was to go faster? She looked up into his grey eyes and saw raw desire staring back at her. He reached for her hands, entwining his fingers with hers, pulling her hands above her head, and laying her out vulnerably before him.
He held her there for so long she worried he'd changed his mind. Hannah clenched her empty pussy, wanting to take him inside her. What was he waiting for?
"Dylan?"
"You're sure? I don't want to—"
"Take me. Please," she pleaded.
He squeezed her hands in his and lunged forward, filling her in one, virile thrust. She expected it… even wanted it, yet he touched so deep it took her breath away. He blurred before her as tears filled her eyes.
Ever so slowly, he retreated, pulling his hard shaft from her body, leaving her bereft. She held her breath, waiting several long seconds before he drove his hardness into her again, followed again by another slow extraction. The contrasting rhythm of fast and slow went on for long minutes, setting them both on fire in the best kind of slow burn. With each stroke, he claimed her a little more. Not only physically, but emotionally. Dylan played her body like a maestro, taking her higher and higher until she felt like she could fly.
"Oh God, it's never been like this. What are you doing to me?"
His grin was back. "Making you mine. Are you ready?"
Hannah couldn't imagine more. He was already perfect. "For what?"
"This." She saw the mischief in his eyes just before he started fucking her hard and fast, driving in and out until the sounds of their naked bodies slapping together filled the room.
Her orgasm hit her fast, pushing her into bliss. His continued deep thrusts extended her pleasure until she didn't know where one peak ended and the next began. Sex had never felt like this. Ever.
"Open up, baby. I want to see your eyes as I come," he said.
The sight of Dylan Parker tipping into his own ecstasy was orgasmic. He was gorgeous and, in that moment, he was all hers. She pushed down a feeling of panic at the thought of the future, refusing to give up her joy.
Only after they had both come down did Dylan roll off her, keeping her close in his arms. There was no place she'd rather have been in that moment as they both caught their breath.
Dylan spoke first. "Holy shit."
Hannah giggled. "You can say that again."
"Holy shit."
She could feel his warm cum spilling out onto her thigh and knew they'd be making a mess of the sheets. Her fingers stroked his taut nipple as she teased him. "So, how long until you can go again?"
"I see how this is gonna go. You're trying to kill me."
"Not at all. I'm just trying to help you get a workout in."
* * *
Hannah
Several hours, multiple orgasms, and one long shower later, Hannah and Dylan emerged from their bedroom. Now that the danger was over, Derek and Rachel had returned to their own home. The couple were just in time to join Rosa, Connor, Lukus and Tiffany on an outing to Dylan's brother's house for Sunday brunch. Hannah was freakishly nervous. She'd only found out thirty minutes before that Dylan's parents would be there, too.
Tiffany greeted them first. "Hey, it's good to see that the outfit I bought for you fits."
Tiffany had graciously spent several hours the day before shopping for clothes and staples that Hannah needed, since she had nothing with her. She'd felt guilty about it until Tiffany had informed her that she'd been held hostage in the loft for the whole week before, and had been going stir crazy.
Feeling grateful, she reassured Tiff, "Are you kidding me? You have great taste, and the clothes all fit great. I can't thank you enough. Just let me know how much I owe you."
Hannah didn't miss the quick glance that passed between Tiffany and Dylan. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's already taken care of," Tiff said.
