Sasha stumbled in the front door and cursed below her breath. She quietly closed and locked the door behind her and then carried her satchel and another bag farther into the house. She’d left the accent lights on in the kitchen so she was able to see without needing further illumination. She moved closer to the couch and saw that Casey was still asleep. She breathed a sigh of relief.
She’d left him an hour ago to pick up her work satchel and a few other things from Bonnie’s. At the time, Hannah still hadn’t arrived home from work so she’d been a little uneasy in leaving Casey. But his medication really knocked him out, and he seemed peaceful and undisturbed. As she moved back through the kitchen toward the hallway, she caught sight of Hannah’s lunch bag. She’d made it home.
Sasha continued on into her bedroom. She stopped at the door. Three candles were lit, dancing light upon the walls, and an enormous bouquet of flowers sat on the dresser. On the bed was a basket similar to the one she’d given Casey. She walked in, set her bags down, and sifted through it. She found many of her favorite things, candies, lipsticks, perfume, bath salts, books. She smiled and palmed her cheeks. She picked up the note left next to the basket.
A little something for you. For all your help.
Love, Hannah.
Sasha examined every goodie inside the basket, then she reread the note. She walked to the dresser and inhaled the flowers. There were two dozen dark pink roses. Her favorite.
She glanced back over everything and smiled. Her heart fluttered, and she knew she couldn’t wait until morning. She headed back down the hallway across the house to the other wing. She saw a light on under Hannah’s door. She knocked softly. There was no answer. Hannah must’ve fallen asleep. She cracked the door, wanting to get a look at her while she slept. She crept inside and stiffened when she saw Hannah’s bed empty. At that moment, Hannah emerged from the bathroom soaking wet, wearing nothing but a towel. She stopped and let out a noise of surprise. Her hand went to her heart.
“Sasha, oh my God.”
“I’m so sorry. I just—I just came to—I thought you were asleep and I—”
Hannah stared at her. Sasha stared back.
“I wanted to thank you for the gifts and the flowers.” She caught the scent of Hannah’s masculine shower gel, and her body reacted, nearly buckling her knees.
“You deserve to be spoiled too. It’s what I should’ve been doing all along. Getting you things you love, doing nice things, taking you to nice places.”
“You think that’s what I wanted?”
“I think it’s what you needed, yes. Me showing you how much I care. How much I love you. An ongoing seduction.”
Sasha took a step toward her. “Hannah, that’s not the kind of seduction I need. What I need and what I wanted…well, it’s what you’ve been doing the last few months. Being there for me, showing up, being so kind and attentive to my feelings. That’s been the greatest seduction of all.”
She saw Hannah tremble. And she could barely tear her eyes away from the way the water glistened and highlighted her muscles. But Hannah was silent. Still. And obviously cold.
“I’ll go so you can dry and dress. You’re freezing.” She turned to leave, but Hannah stopped her.
“No, wait.”
Sasha stilled, her back to her.
“I didn’t shiver because I’m cold.”
“No?” Sasha felt her knees weaken again. She knew she couldn’t turn and see her like that again without going to her. She just couldn’t.
“No. I’m shivering with desire, Sasha.”
Sasha still didn’t dare turn. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself, and she knew how sensitive Hannah was with her body. She had to respect that, even if it was killing her.
“Turn around, Sasha,” Hannah said.
“You know I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I can’t. I want to touch you, Hannah. All of you.”
“Sasha, turn around.”
Sasha swallowed hard and turned. Hannah looked heavily into her eyes and dropped the towel.
Sasha inhaled sharply at the wet etchings of her muscles and at the red scars on her chest. She walked to her, heart pounding so fierce she felt her pulse in her ears.
“My God, you’re so beautiful,” she said as she stood before her. A tear slipped down Hannah’s cheek as she took Sasha’s hands.
“Touch me,” she said. She gently rested her hands on her chest.
Sasha lightly skimmed the backs of her fingers over Hannah’s scars. She shuddered once more.
“So beautiful,” Sasha said. She closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss her. Hannah was shy at first, only meeting her halfway. They breathed upon each other in a tease, touching lips ever so slightly and then backing away again. At last, Sasha moaned and tugged her toward her. She looked into her eyes and then took her lips in hers and made her hers once again.
Hannah made a small noise and fell against her, allowing Sasha to conquer her and stake her claim with her tongue. She steadied herself by wrapping her arms around Sasha, running her short nails up and down her back.
Sasha groaned at the sensation and pulled away. She licked her lips and felt herself lose total and complete control. She lowered herself and ran her tongue along Hannah’s marks. When Hannah responded with a sigh, she went lower, tracing the line in her abdomen down to her center. She fell to her knees in worship and parted her legs. She looked up at her.
“I have dreamt about this moment thinking it would never come again.”
“Me too.”
“May I taste you, Hannah?”
Hannah closed her eyes then opened them again. “Yes.”
Sasha snuck out her tongue and slowly licked the length of her clit. Hannah shook and she grabbed her head, knotting her hair in her hands. Sasha wrapped her arms around her and took hold of her ass. She pulled her tighter to her and sucked her clit into her mouth, just like Hannah loved.
Hannah cried out and whimpered, and Sasha bobbed her head, sucking her off as slow and deep as she could. Hannah pulled her hair and whispered sweet nothings, begging her not to stop. When her knees trembled, Sasha knew she was close, and she pulled away with a smack. Hannah stared down at her with wide eyes. She still made noises even though Sasha was an inch away, looking up at her.
“I love you, Hannah,” she said.
Hannah blinked hard and long, as if she couldn’t speak. “I love you, Sasha.”
Sasha stood and kissed her deeply. She backed her to the bed and eased her down. Hannah slid up to the pillows, and Sasha leaned over to the bedpost and removed two scarves. She grinned as she tied them to Hannah’s wrists.
“What are you doing?”
Sasha straddled her and tied her to the bedposts. “Don’t you remember my long time fantasy?”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes. I’m going to tie you up and pleasure you until you beg me to stop. Climax after climax.”
“I’m not sure I can take it.”
“Oh, you can. I’m going to go painfully slow. I’m going to give you all the pleasure I’ve been dying to give you for years, Hannah Carter.”
She kissed her once more and then made her way down her body. She parted her legs and settled between them.
“I only have one request.”
“What’s that?”
“When you come, I want you to say my name. I want you to say my name all strangled and strained with pleasure, just like you do in my dreams.”
Another tear slipped down Hannah’s face. “I’m sorry I kept you at such a distance.”
“Shh, no apologies, no sadness. Only you and me and pleasure. Only you and me and love.” She kissed Hannah’s thighs, licked her clit until she squirmed, and then took her in her mouth once again. She sucked her until Hannah bucked into her. Until Hannah cried out, until Hannah nearly pulled the posts from the headboard. She sucked her so hard she could taste her desire, her tears, and her come. When Hannah finally strained and her mouth fell open with no sounds and the veins in her neck slithered beneath her skin, Sasha sucked and pulsed with her tongue, giving her an orgasm she’d never forget. She did so with all the love and devotion she had inside her. She gave her everything she had. And as Hannah fell back and moaned her name softly, Sasha relaxed against her thigh and stroked her abdomen with her fingertips.
“That’s how much I love you, Hannah,” she said.
Hannah squeezed her with her legs. “I believe you,” she said.
“Do you?”
“Yes. And I can’t wait to show you how much I love you.”
“You already have, Hannah.”
“Oh, but I have so much more to show you. So much more.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”