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Edwin
The glow from the moon illuminated Hannah in a way that made her look like a figment of his imagination.
Maybe he was dreaming. God knows he’d had a lot of dreams about her in the past five years. Sweet ones, dirty ones, and ones that should probably be illegal.
He’d gotten up because he’d heard a noise and was worried. What he found was Hannah pacing back and forth by the bed wearing nothing but a pair of tiny panties that practically showed her whole ass and a tank top that barely contained her tits.
His mouth suddenly went dry.
He was almost directly in front of the doorway of the bedroom when a floorboard creaked under his feet.
Her head turned, and her eyes caught his.
Desire.
That’s what he saw there.
She wanted him even if she’d asked if they could just be friends. Even if she’d tried too hard to sway him in that direction.
“Hannah,” he said her name, his voice laced with pent-up need and want for her.
Cooking with her, eating with her, and playing a game with her had been pure torture. Through all the years of their friendship and work relationship, there had only been a few times when they’d been that close in person, and never for so long. A few minutes here or there after a match if she was in town but then she’d have to go check on another player. There had been a few parties over the years but he’d made sure to keep it casual and mingle with others when what he’d really wanted was to stick by her side.
Five hours of her being within arm’s reach was too much. He was going mad.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said softly, her voice breaking just a little.
“Do you need more blankets? I can grab some.” Or you know, jump in bed with her and keep her warm.
She shook her head. “That won’t help.”
“Is the bed uncomfortable? I slept pretty well last night.”
Her eyes closed. “It's not the bed.” Her voice was agitated. “Or I guess, technically, it is the bed.”
He tilted his head. “I have no idea what that means.”
She huffed out a breath. “It smells like you, dammit. The pillow, the sheets, all of it. It all smells like you.”
He had no idea what to do with that. “And that’s a bad thing?” He took a step closer, crossing the doorway.
“Yes,” she shouted, “because when I smell you, all I want to do is kiss you again.” Her voice rose with emotion and her eyes flared with heat.
She wanted him.
Still.
After everything she’d said.
He smiled. It was hard not to when the woman he wanted was standing in front of him, wearing almost nothing and declaring that she liked his smell. If there was ever a time to smile, this was it.
“I thought you wanted to be friends.” He took another step toward her.
“I did.” She sighed. “I do but...” She bit down on her bottom lip. “What if this place was like Vegas and we didn’t have to worry about what would happen when we walked away?”
His dick shouted YES but his head was unsure. Could he be with her for only these few days and then walk away like nothing happened? “Is that what you want? Sex and then we just go back to friendship?”
Her eyes held his. “It’s the only way we can be together. It can’t be more than right here, right now.” He heard the sadness in her words.
She might want more than a few days but a few days was all they had.
Decision made.
He’d give her and himself these days and he’d do everything in his power to try and change her mind about the future.
Because like him, she wanted more. Even if she wasn’t ready to admit it.
He reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward him, her body slamming into his. His other hand went to her face, caressing her skin and smoothing out her worry lines. “I want you and I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
He didn’t wait for her to say anything, he just swooped down and took her mouth in a demanding kiss. He’d been thinking of nothing but kissing her for days and finally, her lips were against his.
Nothing was going to stop him this time.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him even closer. Her breasts pressed tightly against his bare chest and with only a thin tank top on, it was almost like she was naked.
Something he wanted immensely.
The kiss became frantic as each of them started pulling and tugging on clothing to get them off.
“I need you naked,” she said, her hands pushing his shorts down his legs.
“Not before you,” he said against her neck as he worked to get the tank over her head. Her skin tasted so good that it was hard to pull away to get the tank off. Once it was off, he planned to go right back to what he was doing, but as soon as he caught sight of her tits, he stopped.
“Fuck,” he swore, stepping back to take her in. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He'd known her tits would be his undoing. He’d pictured them in his head a thousand times but never had he imagined they’d be this fucking mouth-watering.
Her breathing was fast, her breasts moving in motion with each breath she took. “They’re big.” Those two words made it seem like she was worried he wouldn't like them.
She was so fucking wrong.
He flicked his gaze to hers, licking his lips. “They’re spectacular.” He raised a hand, running his fingers down the side of one heavy breast, then cupping it in his palm.
She moaned loudly.
His dick got even harder.
She had gotten his shorts halfway down his legs when they’d been kissing, so he quickly kicked them the rest of the way off as he moved closer to her again. He wanted his mouth on her tits. He wanted to taste her and tease her and make her scream his name as he sucked on her.
He ran a thumb over one nipple watching it pebble under his touch. His dick was so hard in his underwear that he thought he might come the moment he put her in his mouth.
And wouldn’t that be horrific? No, he was not going to let that happen before he got inside her. Then he could let go...but not until after he’d made her come a couple of times first.
“Edwin,” she moaned, lifting her hand to press his palm tighter against her breast. “More, please.”
There was no way he was rushing this. She could beg and beg and beg, and he would still take his time. “Uh uh,” he shook his head, “this isn’t going to be fast.” He stepped closer, running his tongue along her jaw. “This is going to be slow. In fact, it might take all night.” He nipped her chin.
Her head dropped back, giving him better access to her neck. “I should have guessed you’d want to go slow. Your patience is one of the things I like most about you.”
If she only fucking knew how patient he’d actually been.
Years, he’d been waiting for this exact moment.
“Then you know I will not give in,” he said against her breast right before he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
“Holy Jesus!” she swore. “I don’t care, just don’t stop doing that. Never fucking stop.” Her hands gripped his head, her fingers threading through his hair.
He stroked and sucked her nipple over and over as she moaned incoherent words to urge him on. When he switched nipples, she went even crazier, tugging on him until they fell on the bed together, him on top of her. He didn't stop. Not for a second. Being on the bed just made it easier to reach more of her, to run his tongue over every part of her body.
Something he’d dreamed of for far too long.
Her skin was like silk under his tongue, as he licked from one freckle to the next. She wasn't covered in them but had just enough so he could follow a path from one to the other. He kissed and licked down her stomach and over to her lush hips as she writhed and begged under him.
“Edwin, please.” Her voice and words only made him go slower, taking even more time.
He knew what she wanted. Hell, he wanted it too. His mouth between her legs, tasting her pussy.
But he wasn’t ready for that.
Not yet.
First, he wanted her so hot, so pent up with desire, that she’d never want this night to end.
Maybe then she’d be forced to admit that she should choose him over her job.
That thought gave him pause, his lips stilling against the skin on her arm where he’d been kissing. This wasn’t the time to analyze why he wanted her to choose him over her job. But he had a stinking suspicion about why that was so important to him.
His fucking mom.
He wasn't going to go there, not when he had Hannah under him completely at his disposal to do anything and everything he wanted.
He trailed his mouth up her arm until he reached her shoulder, where he nipped and licked. She moaned, using her hand to urge his mouth to hers where she kissed him desperately as she ground her hips up into his cock.
Shit, if she kept that up, he’d never make it until he was inside her.
He slowed the kiss, taking it from desperate to subdued as they teased and tasted and learned about each other. It didn’t matter that they were half-naked or that he’d wanted her for so long. He wanted to know her, to draw this out and please her in a way she’d never been pleased before.
In a way he’d never known.
Sex had always been about the final act, the release.
With Hannah, he wanted it to be more. He wanted to show her and himself how good it could be just being together.
Their kisses went on forever, both of them skimming hands down the other’s body. He loved how she softly ran her hands down his back and over his ass. He loved the feel of her nails digging into his skin. The way her breath hitched against his mouth when she ground her pelvis against his hard cock. Her moans and groans and every little sound she made took him deeper into a sexual haze.
All he wanted was to hear those sounds coming from her over and over again.
When her hand snaked between their bodies, gripping his cock, he ripped his mouth from hers, breathing heavily. “Not yet.” He tried to push her hand away to no avail.
“Why do you get to be in charge?” She raised a seductively inquisitive eyebrow at him.
“Next time, you can take over.'' He skimmed his own hand down her waist and then between her legs where his fingers teased her over her panties. “For now, let me please you.”
“You please me by breathing,” she moaned out as she lifted her hips against his fingers.
Her panties were soaked and he wanted nothing more than to rip them off and dive between her legs to feast on her pussy.
Not yet.
Soon.
He went back to kissing every inch of her body, lavishing attention on each and every part. Arms, legs, shoulders, stomach. Every part of her was perfect and he wanted to show her that. That he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone. That she was more than a quick fuck just to get it out of their systems.
When he finally stripped off her damp panties and wedged his shoulders between her thighs, it wasn't just her who was on edge. He was right there with her, ready to explode if he didn’t taste her that very second. She was wet and ready and when he touched his tongue to her pussy, licking up the middle, he lost all control.
His control that was so legendary went out the window.
He ravaged her, taking her to the brink over and over with his tongue and teeth, then slowing, teasing her gently so she never went over the edge. His dick was grinding into the mattress with abandon and when she finally came, he thought for sure that would be it for him. Her sounds, the feel of her fingers gripping his scalp, and the way her pussy gripped his fingers as he slid two inside her as she orgasmed, were too much. It was too good, too amazing.
He leveled himself up, taking in her sweaty, glistening body as he moved off the bed to find his wallet. He’d placed it next to the bed when he’d arrived and had not touched it since. The only problem was that when he opened it, he knew there would only be one condom. One he carried because that’s just what guys did. He’d planned to be alone, not needing a condom for a few days away. He'd never dreamed Hannah would show up or that they’d be doing this.
What a mistake that had been.
Hopefully, there were some in the house somewhere, but he wasn’t going to think about that. He was going to pay attention to the very satisfied, about to be more satisfied, woman in bed.
She raised her arms over her head making her tits look even better and watched as he stripped off his underwear. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his cock and she licked her lips.
Fuck.
“I can not wait to have that inside me,” she said in a lazy, seductive voice.
Had any other words been more of a turn-on?
He didn't think so.
“You’re not going to have to wait long,” he said, ripping open the condom packet and then rolling the condom down his length. He moved back between her legs, leaning his head down to kiss her lips.
She pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and moaning as she did so. “You taste good,” she murmured against his lips.
“I taste like your pussy.” He kissed a path to her ear. “Do you like tasting yourself on me?” He knew it was crude but he was done holding back, being the nice guy, the friend. If she wanted him even for just a few days, she was going to get the real him.
Her hips bucked. “So much.”
That was hot. He’d have no problem licking her pussy and then kissing her if that’s what she liked. He liked it too. A lot.
Sitting back again, he guided himself between her legs, giving her pussy a slap with his cock.
She moaned so he did it again.
Her moans grew louder. He kept doing it, dipping just the tip inside her body, then pulling out and slapping her pussy. She writhed, swiveling her hips at every touch and slap. She was back to speaking incoherently, murmuring words he couldn't understand.
When he could no longer take it another second without being inside her, he pushed inside in one swift motion.
“Oh god,” she swore, gripping his forearms which were planted by her shoulders. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He grinned, leaning down to nip her lips, sucking the bottom one between his teeth and biting down. “Killing you is not on the table. This is all about pleasure.” He began moving, thrusting deeply inside her and then pulling entirely out. The friction was practically too much to take but in a good way. In a way that made him want to keep doing it over and over again and never stop.
Their gazes held as he fucked her slow and steady, deep and hard. She’d murmur at the loss when he pulled back and moan in pleasure the deeper he went.
The sounds drove him wild.
She was tight and hot and so damn wet. His dick had never been happier. This was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It was more than sex. They had a connection. A connection that went deep. Giving this up would be impossible so he wasn’t even going to think about it.
He was going to drive her wild with need and want and hope like hell that she’d see they were meant to be together.
Because he loved her.
This moment proved that.
Her eyes fluttered closed. “No, no, baby,” he said. “Keep those eyes on me.” He wasn’t going to let her ignore what was happening between them.
Her lids lifted open, her green eyes piercing into his soul. They were all heat and lust and desire.
His cock twitched inside her. Shit. He needed to make her come before he did. “What do you need?” Sitting back, he lifted her legs, dropping them over his arms as he pushed deep inside her.
“Shit. That. I need that.” She clawed at the sheets, her head rolling side to side. “Fuck me. Oh god, just fuck me.”
He had no problem answering her request.
He pounded into her desperately, her tits bouncing and swaying with each thrust. Their combined moans and grunts filled the room, neither of them holding anything back. It was feral and frenzied and exactly what he needed and wanted. Her back bowed off the bed as she pushed against him looking for more friction, more of everything. He slipped his hand between them, toying with her clit, giving her just what she wanted.
That was all it took. Her orgasm hit hard, her entire body shaking and writhing against him. Her skin glowed and her eyes held his as her body took its release.
It was fucking perfect and it was more than he could take.
He went fucking nuts.
He pounded into her deeply, again and again, her pussy squeezing him deliciously as her body continued to spasm. His fingers gripped her hips, demanding she hold still, as he searched for his release. He was so close, so fucking close but part of him didn’t want it to end. He never wanted it to end.
Hannah had other ideas. Her hands cupped her tits, her thumbs drifting across her nipples. “You feel so good,” she murmured. “I need it harder.” Her eyes locked on his and he could see everything she wanted in them.
Far be it from him to ignore her wishes.
His fingers dug into her hips even harder and he lengthened his strokes since every time he went deep, she made these desperate whining sounds. He wanted them all. All her sounds and moans and pleas.
All her pleasure.
He was close, so close. His breathing intensified and he couldn’t tear his gaze from where she was playing with her tits.
Until she spoke.
“Uh uh. Eyes on me.” Her voice was firm and demanding. She was using his own words against him and when he locked gazes with her, it was all over.
He came instantly, his body letting go for the first time in what felt like forever.
He didn’t close his eyes or look away. He stayed with her as his body released all the pent-up frustration and tension of the last five years. All the love he felt for her poured out of him and just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, she came again, her pussy contracting around his cock and her skin flushing red all over again.
It was the most satisfying, mind-bending experience of his life.
And he’d give up everything he had to do it again.