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“I’m great…” However, my actions provide a very inconvenient side effect as a not-very-manly moan escapes me and my words trail off.
I expect her to laugh about it, or at the very least make a snide remark. But as her glazed eyes meet mine, I see a sincerity in them.
“Can you untie me, please?”
My first instinct is to say no, to tell her to be compliant for one goddamned moment in her life, but I can’t find it in me not to give her everything she asks of me.
My hands wrap around the silk of the tie, unknotting it from the wooden post with ease. It isn’t a complex knot in the slightest, but it was tight enough to do the trick. She finishes pulling the scrap of fabric from her wrists before tossing it on the ground beside the bed.
Hannah wastes no time as she reaches up and cups my face in her hands, kissing me. It’s not aggressive, it’s not urgent, it’s not frantic. It’s…loving. Her kiss is tentative and languid and everything you’d expect in a kiss from someone you love. I know that should terrify me—I should be freaking out—but it doesn’t have that effect, not even in the slightest.
I lean into her gentle touch as I push into her rhythmically, not fast enough to disturb the way our tongues intertwine with no regard for urgency.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but the irrationalfear that she won’t say them back keeps me from being completely truthful with her. I want this, I want her, but the idea of giving her that much control over me gives me pause.
Her eyes meet mine and something I can only liken to an electric current passes through us in that moment. As I sink into her deeper, Hannah lets out a sound that reminds me of heaven. The soft moans from before are dwarfed by the frantic moans and gasps rolling off her tongue.
I gingerly slide my hand down along her body and lightly tease my thumb over her clit. At first, she tenses, breathing through pursed lips and squirming slightly under my touch. I fear she’ll ask me to stop, but then a shiver courses through her body as pleasure seems to take over. Her breaths shorten into shallow pants until all that remains is a faint whimper begging for more.
That I can work with.
Quickly, the stroke of my thumb begins to match the frequency and urgency of my thrusts. Every time I push inside of her, I’m transported into what can only be described as pure ecstasy. It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, feeling her tighten around me with no barrier separating me from Eden.
“Fuck, Hannah,” I grit through my teeth, trying to keep my orgasm at bay as long as possible. I’ll be damned if I don’t get her there a third time tonight, if for nothing else but to prove to her what I’m capable of.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
This urges me to speed up my tempo, no longer focusing on my own release. Hannah’s walls grip around my cock tighter with each stroke, and her breath comes out in pants as she nears her climax. Gripping me like a vise, her orgasm washes over her. I can’t hold off any longer. The sensation of her muscles contracting around me pushes me over the edgeand I let out a guttural roar of pleasure as I release inside her, my cum filling her in a way that consumes me with a possessiveness I’ve never known.
It’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
Our pants linger in the air, mixing together in a medley of exhaustion and pleasure all at once. I push her sweat-dampened strands from her forehead as I gaze down at her, completely enraptured by her. She manages to look even more intoxicating like this, her guard down and entirely spent.
“You know what they say, right?”
“Hm?” she mumbles in her sleepy state.
“That things come best in threes, and in this case…that would be you,” I laugh.
“I love you,” she says absentmindedly with a chuckle before her eyes go wide. The realization of what she just said hits her. “I, uh, I shouldn’t have said that.”
My brows pinch together as I stare down at her. At first, I can’t think of the words, but realization dawns on me. “Shouldn’t have said what?”
“That I love you.”
“Why shouldn’t you say that?”
“Because, I—”
“I love you too, Hannah.” I smile down at her and watch intently as relief washes over her.
Tears glaze the edges of her eyes and my stomach instantly drops. There are a lot of ways a man expects a woman to respond after they say “I love you” for the first time, and that’s not one of the preferred responses.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she sobs as her eyes meet mine. “Overwhelmed, I guess. If I’m being honest, I didn’t expectany of this to happen. Forusto happen—certainly not me falling in love with you.”
“I didn’t expect it either…” I brush my finger over the rogue tear dripping down her cheek. “But we did…and I’m really happy we did.”
