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He hovers between my legs for a minute or two, allowing me a moment of reprieve to catch my breath. Then, he ghosts his thumb over my sensitized clit, causing me to jerk at thetouch. I’m so sensitive right now, the slightest whisper of a touch against my bundle of nerves is too much.
Liam proceeds to press a finger inside of me. My post-orgasm tenderness makes the sensation overwhelming, but not painful. A soft moan escapes me as he continues to pump a single digit in and out of me, but he’s strategic as he doesn’t touch my clit. I begin to wonder if his goal is to get me to come again at all, but as soon as that thought sets in, a new sensation creeps back.
His thumb dances over my anus, which is somewhere I can honestly say no man or woman has ever touched me. Not for a lack of trying—some men are weirdly fixated on the idea of putting it in a woman’s ass. I’ve never been interested in the idea. However, when Liam sucks his thumb between his lips before pressing it back against my puckered hole, I gasp as it presses past the tight ring of muscle.
At first, I think it is going to hurt, but he leaves it there without much movement as he continues to pump his middle finger inside my pussy and I realize that the sensation of being so full is…intoxicating.
“Fuck—” I moan loudly as he pushes a second finger inside, still maintaining the location of his thumb. The sensation of being this full is so foreign to me, but my God, it’s indescribable.
A familiar tingling sensation begins to crawl up my back, leaving me with confusion as well as an unrelenting feeling of pleasure. I want to say something, anything. The foreign sensations have me discombobulated, so when Liam pulls his thumb out and replaces it with the tip of his tongue, I about jump out of my skin, the near-scream that leaves my mouth enough to have whoever shares our wall probably calling the front desk.
That’s when it happens. The foreign feeling crests as he increases his speed, pumping his fingers harder inside my cunt, not relenting as he laps at my tight hole.
“Oh my God,” I cry out as I unmistakably come. This orgasm is unlike any I’ve ever had, the total-body consumption leaving me in such a sated state that I’m essentially putty at his disposal.
Liam massages my thighs as the tension of my release slowly starts to fade. I continue to gasp, desperately trying to get air into my lungs. Blood whooshes in my ears, the intensity of the orgasm leaving me in a spent state.
“Hannah…?” He poses it as a question, a question I know the answer to. But do I give it to him without resistance?
“Hm?”
“Hannah.”
“Two.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
LIAM
Fuck, if watching her come undone isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m twenty-nine, but I think I’ve lived a full life. Death by being so entranced by Hannah’s orgasm? Hell of a way to go.
I press a kiss to her thigh before standing up from the edge of the bed. The tent in my pants is borderline painful, but I needed to make a point before doing anything except focusing 100% on her reaching orgasm, and nothing else.
As I pull my slacks off along with my boxer briefs, my cock springs free. Standing at attention, I stroke it, pulling the bead of pre-cum down against my shaft in the process.
Hannah’s eyes are fixed on me as she peers through her lashes. I would honestly think her eyes were closed with how dark it is if not for how clearly I can feel her gaze on me. I climb between her parted legs and hover in place. Hannah’s disheveled, sated state has me consumed; I want to bask in her for as long as humanly possible.
Knowing I’m the only person who’s ever given her multiple orgasms isn’t just ego-stroking; it also makes me feelweirdly possessive in a way I’ve never been before. I’m not a jealous guy, not usually. However, Hannah has completely flipped that on its head. Now, if a man so much as looked at her, I can’t be sure what I would be capable of.
Leaning my weight on my elbows, I look down at her with a grin. “You like your ass played with.” I mean to say it as a question, but it comes out more like a statement of fact.
She doesn’t question me or even attempt to deny it. “I guess I do.” She shrugs, but I don’t miss the way her face flushes.
“My dirty girl,” I say with a grin as I press my lips to hers. She melts into my touch and I’m consumed by it. I’m so in love with this woman it’s honestly terrifying, and the more I want to run from it, the deeper I find myself being pulled under.
I’m starting to question if she did something to me—I wouldn’t put it past her.
“You said you have an IUD?” I ask, the weight of my question not lost on Hannah as her eyes go wide.
I don’t have unprotected sex; I’ve been adamant that I don’t have sex without a condom. I’m not sure why I ask it, can’t tell why I want to sink into her without a barrier so badly; I just know that I do. I’ve never had sex without a latex wall between me and the person I’m with, so it’s not like I’m craving something I’ve had.
“Yeah, I have an IUD.”
“Good.” I press my lips against hers once more as I line my cock up with her entrance, the foreign feeling against the sensitive tip a startling reminder that I very well might be in over my head with this idea. I’m not going to last more than two minutes at this rate. Recreating her first time was hardly in the plan for tonight.
As I push into her, I groan with every passing inch.Hannah is tight, vise tight, but without a condom it’s almost too much to handle. Once fully seated inside her, I pause for a moment, trying with everything in me to maintain my composure.
“Are you okay?” she whispers. I almost think she’s being kind, but when I notice the cocky grin on her face, I thrust forward to make a point.
