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I look up, my face screwed into an expression of disbelief. “What a dickhead.”
“Right?” She laughs, her cheeks pink now as if she’s embarrassed to have told me that. But I love how open she is. How vocal. “It’s not like Itryto be loud.”
“What about when it’s just you?” I move my head to her other breast and she arches into me.
“When it’s just me?” A small, self-conscious laugh escapes her lips. “It’s usually more the sound of the vibrator I have to worry about.”
Holy hell. The thought of pretty little Hannah Anderson with her legs spread wide while she works herself over with a vibrator is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever imagined.
“Tell me you brought one with you. Ineedto see that for myself.”
There’s a beat of silence, and when I look up she’s even pinker than before. “Well, I didn’tmeanto bring it with me, but I got a travel one at a hen party one time and...I kind of left it in my suitcase.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down from the counter. “Go. Now.”
She’s shaking her head and laughing, one hand covering her face like she’s half mortified but half loving it. I’mone-hundred-percentloving it, obviously.
I follow her into the bedroom and she digs around in her suitcase. The item she retrieves looks almost like a lipstick—slim and silver. But when she twists the base, it buzzes.
“Get on the bed.”
She sucks in a breath and does what I command. “What now?”
“I want you naked.”
She places the mini-vibrator down and works on her jeans—popping the button and drawing the zipper down so she can shimmy out of the fabric. She takes her underwear with it. I palm my aching cock through my jeans. This is going to be one hell of a show.
With an almost shy smile, she crawls back onto the bed, grabs the vibrator and sits up against the headboard. “You want to watch me play with myself, Owen?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you want to watch me come?” She’s using this soft, breathy voice that’s doing all kinds of crazy things to me. I’m so hard I could hammer nails, but I resist the urge to get out of my clothes. Anticipation is going to make this so much better.
“Yes.”
Slowly, she parts her legs so that her knees bow to the side and rest against the bed. It gives me a perfect view of her sweet, pink pussy. Taking her time, she runs her hands up and down her inner thighs, as if warming up.
“Nervous?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I never thought I’d be the kind of person who wanted to put on a show...but I really do.”
“You’re a vision, Anderson.”
“Hannah.” It’s not the first time she’s corrected me, but her message is loud and clear. Now, in this room, we’re not role-playing as husband and wife. We’re not role-playing as high-flying businesspeople in town for one night only. Heck, we’re not even role-playing as friends who like to wind each other up. Because we moved past that the moment I walked into that bar and took her up on her offer, and she’s not going to let me forget it.
“Hannah.” It sticks in my throat, almost drowned out by the thumping of my heart. “I want to watch you.”
She looks up at me with smouldering eyes, and the second she twists the little silver bullet and a vibrating sound fills the room, the air around us is electrified. But she doesn’t rush into it—oh no, she’s a master of anticipation. First she runs her hands up and down her thighs, dragging the nails of her free hand hard enough to make faint pink marks on her porcelain skin. They disappear within an instant, but the sensation is enough to make her shiver.
I’m stock still. A statue rooted to the ground of the plush bedroom. Sucking on her lower lip, Hannah drags the vibrator lightly over her sex. She sinks back against the mountain of cloud-like pillows in varying shades of expensive white cotton and silk. Her dark hair makes a striking contrast, the slightly frizzy curls creating a halo effect around her pretty face. She’s all big eyes and pink lips, all delicate fingers and softness. The silver vibrator hums as she continues to build up to what I’ve asked her to do—to put on a show for me.
“Ready?” she asks with a wicked glint in her eye.
If I were anymoreready, I’d be stripping out of my clothes quicker than I could say my own name. But I am not going to waste this experience with her, so I shut my mouth and nod.
Hannah rubs the vibrator against herself, lowering it down to her entrance where she pushes it inside just a little. The sight of that shiny silver disappearing into her pussy is enough to fry my brain. She works it in a little, then back out. Repeating this motion until she’s dripping. Then she uses the vibrator to drag that moisture up to her clit.
With one hand, she holds herself open, and the other works the buzzing device in slow, even circles. God, yes. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and it goes everywhere. To her ears, and down her neck. Her eyes flutter shut and her mouth falls open, and that’s when I’m hit with the full force of her power. The sounds coming out of her—keening moans and panted little yeses—are everything.
