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Suddenly, I’ll be damned, a sharp tightness seizes around my hand—and then a violent internal shudder that suggests Hannah’s deepest core muscles are on the cusp of contracting and then releasing in explosive fashion. As my fingers move inside Hannah, they’re beginning to make a sort of sloshing sound, thanks to her insane level of arousal. This is unreal. I feel high.
Despite my skyrocketing excitement, I manage to stay the course and follow instructions. I whisper to Hannah that I’ve never been this turned on before, which is true. I tell her she’s so fucking delicious, I almost lose it every time I eat her out. Also, true. And after a few more minutes of steady, concerted manipulation of that same spot, Hannah arches her back, keens like a wild animal, and comes with a loud roar. I’ve only heard her roar like that once before—when she rode a Sybian for me months ago. But, wow, I must admit it’s way hotter, and far more gratifying, to hear that reaction as a result of something I did to her with zero assistance from a machine with a fake dick and a power cord.
When Hannah comes down from her pleasure, she begs me to fuck her. Ryan said that often happens. He said most guys mess up at this point because they’re too turned on to resist giving their woman exactly what she’s begging for. “Tell her no and stay the course, and you’ll both be handsomely rewarded later on,” Ryan said.
“Not yet,” I force myself to say, even though my body is on fire, and I want nothing more than to plunge myself inside Hannah now. My breathing ragged, I crawl between her legs and lick her, making her moan and pull against her bindings. When she seems like she’s on the right path again, I commence The Sure Thing again, from the very beginning. And once again, exactly like Ryan said, Hannah has another orgasm. This one, far quicker than the last one. It’s also more forceful than the last, apparently, based on the way Hannah’s now babbling incoherently and whimpering.
Again, Hannah begs me to fuck her. This time, desperately. But somehow, I find the willpower to stay the course and go through the steps again. And when Hannah comes the next time, she bursts into tears of pure ecstasy. Well, I’ll be damned.
Practically panting with arousal, I release Hannah’s bindings, place a pillow underneath her lower back, and sink myself deep inside her. As my body invades hers, Hannah growls and squeezes my ass, while I grunt and groan and begin fucking her more aggressively than I’ve ever done before. Oh my god, I’m fucking Hannah with everything I’ve got, and she’s receiving me the same way—moving her pelvis to maximize my movements. Gripping my ass like a lifeline. We’re in a frenzy of heat, both of us hurtling together toward white-hot bliss.
I press my lips to Hannah’s ear and whisper that she’s all mine. Every inch of her. That I’m taking what I want from her, because she belongs to me. It’s not stuff I’d typically say. I’m far more inclined to tell her I’m all hers, that she can have all of me. But in the midst of our role-play, these sentiments feel like the thing to say. Or maybe I’m discovering a new side of myself, the same way Hannah says she does with me.
“Oh, God,” Hannah blurts, and a second later, powerful waves of pleasure begin clenching my cock, catapulting me into the most intense release of my life. It feels so fucking good, I think I’m in serious danger of losing consciousness.
I collapse on top of Hannah, breathing hard, and she exhales loudly underneath me like she just crossed the finish line of a full-length marathon.
“How the fuck did you do that to me?” she says. “Oh my God, Henn.”
“The name is Bond. James Bond.” I roll off her onto my back and try to catch my breath. “That’s the torture technique they taught us at . . . British Spy School. What’s that called?”
“M16.”
“That’s right. That’s what they taught us at M16 for fucking state secrets out of sexy foreign operatives.”
Hannah snuggles up to me and slides her thigh across my pelvis. “Well, the technique is wildly effective. I suddenly feel powerless to keep my biggest secret from lurching out of me.”
Hannah didn’t use her silly accent when saying that, so I don’t use mine in reply. “Do tell.”
Hannah runs her fingertip across my bare chest. “I’m ready to get engaged to you, when we get back to LA. Honestly, I’m excited to take that next step with you.”
My heart is exploding in my chest. This is the best thing she could have said to me. Also, a total surprise. I don’t know what I thought she was going to say, but it certainly wasn’t that.
