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Hannah
Edwin had collapsed down on top of her, his body completely pliant. She stroked his back, wondering what had just happened.
Sex was great. She liked sex. Sure, it had been a while since she’d had any but it had always been fun and rewarding.
This had not been merely sex.
This was an out-of-body, gripping, awakening of her soul. She’d been lost in the feelings, the emotion, the sheer intensity of it. And him. She’d been lost in Edwin. In his eyes and the way he said her name. The way he moved inside her.
She was ruined. Ruined for anything but him.
Forever.
This was not good.
They didn’t have forever. They had these few days, however long they ended up being. That was it. This had a beginning and an end.
Something she wasn’t ready to think about yet. She’d save that for future Hannah. Current Hannah was going to relish in the weight of him on top of her, the way his muscles flexed as her hands ran up and down his back, and how glorious it felt to have his mouth against her neck, tickling her with his breath.
“I promise, I'll move soon,” he said, his words muffled against her skin, his breath tickling her just a little.
“I’m in no hurry.” That was the truth. She liked him where he was. Right on top of her. She knew he should move to take care of the condom but she wasn’t overly worried. She was on birth control and had been since she’d been a teenager. Pregnancy wasn’t really a concern and neither was him giving her a disease. She knew Edwin and he would never do anything to put her in danger.
She felt him shift as he lifted his head, looking down at her. His eyes were the brightest she’d ever seen them and filled with so much happiness.
She’d done that.
A warmth spread through her at the thought of making someone else that happy.
“Let me take care of the condom and I’ll be right back.” His lips lingered against hers in a soft kiss before he finally pulled out of her body and climbed off the bed.
She missed his warmth immediately but he was back seconds later, sliding back in beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his body.
“You smell so good.” His nose pressed against her throat. “I dream of this scent.”
She rolled in his arms, facing him. “I’m pretty sure I currently smell like sweat and you.” His scent, the one that had been all over the bed and pillow is what had made this happen. She would never forget his smell.
“I’m okay with that.” He brushed hair from her face.
“That's sort of caveman thinking,” she said with a little laugh.
“That’s just me being honest and liking that you smell of me.” He pressed his lips against the hollow of her throat, his tongue coming out to lick her in a long stroke.
She shivered, her hands curling into fists against his chest. It was either that or grab him and make him fuck her again.
Not the worst idea.
“Stop thinking,” he said, licking her again, then biting down on her skin.
She groaned. “How do you know I’m thinking?” She couldn’t seem to turn her mind off. Just thinking about only having a few days with Edwin was making her hyperventilate.
“I know you,” he said, pulling back enough to look up at her face. He lifted a finger and traced it over her brow. “You’re overthinking this.”
“It’s hard not to.”
“This is what you wanted. You and me while we’re here.” His voice was neutral but she could hear just a hint of anger in his words.
“I know.” She had a hard time meeting his gaze. “It has to be that way. I just...” She trailed off, not sure what she could say. Finally, she looked him right in the eyes. His expression of concern made her keep going. “It wasn't supposed to be so amazing.”
His lips turned up. “You didn’t expect me to be a good lover? That’s really a blow to my ego.”
She shook her head, a smile forming on her face. “You know damn well that's not what I’m saying. I just wasn’t prepared for all the emotion.”
“Sex without emotion is fine if that’s what you want, but we're friends, Han. We have a history and we obviously both want each other. There’s going to be emotion. It’s inevitable.”
She sighed. “Can we just not talk about this anymore?” If this was all they had, she didn’t want to waste their time talking. Pushing him to his back, she sat up and straddled his thighs. “I think we can find a better use of our time.”
His eyes flared with heat. The same heat from earlier. “What did you have in mind?” His hands gripped her hips, his fingers instantly digging into her skin.
Fuck that felt good. Too good.
“Well,” she leaned down, kissing his jaw, then his collar bone,” I was thinking since you kissed my whole body, I could return the favor.”
His cock came alive against her stomach. “Yes, fucking please,” he whispered the hoarse words.
She chuckled, her lips trailing over his chest. She’d never done this before. Licked and kissed every inch of a guy. His dick, yes. And maybe his lower stomach. That was it. With Edwin, she wanted to taste all of him. Every inch.
She wanted to imprint his taste on her mind so she never forgot it. She wanted to remember how every piece of him tasted and how he moaned and begged for her mouth.
If she couldn't have him forever, she at least wanted these memories.
She took her time running her lips and tongue over his body. His chest, arms, sides, and stomach. She skipped his cock, because she wanted that to be last, and hit his thighs, knees, and calves. His sounds, the moans, and murmurs were so fucking hot. The way he said her name in desperation made her wet and aching.
But still, she took her time.
When she’d touched and tasted every part of him, she flicked her gaze upward to find his eyes wide and on her.
“Hannah.” Her name from his lips was a plea. A plea for pleasure. One she was ready to give.
But not too quickly. She didn’t take his dick into her mouth like she knew he wanted. No, no, she peppered soft kisses all along his shaft refusing to touch it with her hand. When she’d covered every inch, she started on him with her tongue.
“Fuuuck!” he drew the word out, his hands tangling in her hair.
Would it be wrong of her to tell him to grip it harder?
She wanted him wild, unhinged, completely out of control. She wanted to know that she brought him to the brink and then took him over.
Her.
No one else.
Her tongue trailed over his tip, licking off the drop of liquid that had formed and humming at the taste. Of course, he tasted good. Just her luck that the one man she couldn’t have, would be the one man she wanted to suck off on a continuous basis.
You might call her a connoisseur of dicks. They were all fine and sucking them was enjoyable, but some were the cream of the crop, you might say. Granted it had been a while since she’d done this.
Why was that? Why had she stopped dating or just having sex? When she’d started at Top Athlete, she’d had a guy, a friend with benefits type of guy. They weren’t exclusive and she knew for a fact that he was dating and sleeping with other women. But he was perfect for what she’d needed.
Sex.
Hot, quick, dirty sex.
She’d call him when she had an itch and they’d do the nasty.
Somewhere along the line, her calls became fewer and further between until eventually, they’d stopped.
Had it really been that long ago since she’d had sex?
The why was staring her right in the face. Or, at least, his cock was.
Edwin.
She hadn’t realized it at the time, but with his dick in her mouth, she was one hundred percent sure that he was the reason.
She hadn't wanted meaningless sex anymore. She'd wanted him.
This wasn't the time to think about how long she’d pined for him or why she’d never done anything about it. She had a job to focus on.
A blow job.
One that would hopefully be spectacular.
She hated that they hadn’t turned on any lights and that it was dark in the room except for the glow from the moon. She wanted to see him. In her mouth and hand, he was hard and hot and smooth like velvet.
And fucking huge.
She’d felt him in her body and at the time, she’d been pretty sure he was the size of her favorite vibrator. And that thing was gigantic.
Seeing him up close, having her lips wrapped around his tip told her he was even bigger than she thought.
Seriously, how did the man walk around with this thing between his legs? Let alone play soccer.
He moaned when she swirled her tongue over his tip and then sucked him into her mouth hollowing out her cheeks.
“I won’t last,” he said, his fingers tightening in her hair, giving it a pull.
Yes, that. Harder, she said in her head, wanting to vocalize what she wanted but also not wanting to stop what she was doing. Instead, she moaned loudly around his cock, showing him how much she liked it, hoping he understood.
From the way his fingers dug into her scalp and he twisted his wrist, wrapping her hair even tighter in his grip, she was pretty sure he got the message.
Her pussy was aching for any sort of friction as she ground herself against his legs while she sucked him off.
“Deeper,” he moaned, pressing her head down.
She swallowed more of him, trying to stay in control, trying not to come before he did from just the thrill of sucking his dick. He’d think she was a fucking lunatic, getting off on sucking cock.
Either that or a slut.
Really, she was neither. He just turned her on in a way that no one ever had. How many times had she come from one touch of her vibrator to her pussy with just an image of him in her head?
Too many to count.
“It’s too much,” he said as she quickly moved up and down his shaft before sucking him into the back of her throat. He groaned. “Hannah, I’m gonna come.”
She kept up the pressure and was rewarded when his release spilled into her mouth and down her throat. Her own orgasm was triggered and pulsed through her body as she worked to swallow every drop of him down.
Exhaustion from all the emotion she’d been dealing with for days on end hit her like a bus. When she looked up at Edwin’s face, he gave her a goofy grin and pulled her forward, kissing her hard.
“You fucking came from sucking my dick.” He raised an eyebrow in question.
She shrugged. “It was hot.”
“You got that right.” His voice sounded sleepy as he helped her roll to the bed, pulling her into his side.
She snuggled into his body loving the warmth and how secure he made her feel. She wasn’t used to sleeping with anyone and she’d never been a cuddler. With Edwin, it seemed easy, comfortable, and not at all strange.
Right. It felt right.
She wasn't going to go there. Instead, she let herself be lulled to sleep by the scent of him surrounding her and the motion of him stroking her hair.
––––––––
When she woke up the next morning, she had no idea what time it was but the sun was already shining through the window reflecting off the many inches of snow on the ground. She assumed Edwin would be up and no longer in bed with her but was surprised when her hand curled against his chest.
His hand, which she hadn't noticed at first, cupped her naked ass more firmly, pulling her closer against him. “Good morning.” His raspy, sleep-soaked voice was so sexy, that she instantly went damp between her legs.
Down, girl.
“Hey,” she said, lifting her chin to look at him. Jesus, was it possible he was sexier in the mornings? It seemed like it. Messy hair, even more stubble on his chin and cheeks, and a sexy smirk that would melt her panties if she was wearing any. “What time is it?”
“I have no idea.” He turned to face her, lifting her leg and placing it over his hip as he moved. Now, his ‘very happy to see her’ erection was pressing against her core. “Do you really care?”
Nope. Not in the least.
“Uh uh,” she said, winding her arms around his neck, rubbing her cheek against his, feeling the stubble against her skin.
His hands were kneading her ass as he ground himself against her. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” His words were low and whispered in her ear.
She shivered uncontrollably. “Yes,’’ she said hoarsely as she tried to get herself even closer. She wanted him inside her. No, scratch that. She needed him inside her. “Condom.”
He chuckled against her. “We don’t need one yet,” he said, his lips and tongue teasing her ear. “I’m just going to play for a little while.”
What the fuck did that mean?
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, quickly understanding his meaning when his fingers slipped between her legs from behind to find her damp pussy.
She squirmed, trying to get him to move quicker or to do something besides teasing her to death, but he wasn’t having it. He took his time, strumming her clit here and there, dipping a finger inside her or palming her whole pussy. His head dipped down, taking one of her nipples into her mouth sucking and biting, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Anytime she came close to release, he’d back off, barely touching her while she begged and writhed against him.
She clawed at him, her nails scoring his back and upper arms and her moans conveying everything she wanted.
He refused.
Instead, he just kept teasing her.
This went on for what felt like hours. Her body was weak and sweat clung to them both but he never let up. His cock was hot and hard between them as he pushed against her, searching for his own satisfaction. Finally, when it felt like she couldn’t take anymore, he sucked her nipple hard and thrust three fingers inside her.
She came on a shout, riding out her orgasm as she gasped for breath and something to hold onto. His own grunts accompanied hers and she felt a wetness between them. When she looked down, she saw he’d come against her stomach.
Holy shit.
He’d enjoyed getting her off so much that he came against her.
That was enough to make her body quake with another small orgasm, her pussy gripping his fingers tightly once again.
“Oh hell,” he groaned out. “Are you coming again?”
She whimpered her answer because really that was all she could muster.
And then she whimpered again when he removed his fingers from her body.
Rolling to her back, she kept her head turned to look at him. And then because she wanted to give him something in return for what he’d just done, she looked down at her stomach coated in his release, and ran her fingers through the sticky mess, before lifting her hand to her mouth and licking.
His eyes widened and he groaned. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”
She hummed at the taste of him. “I like it.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to get that.” He rolled to his back, closing his eyes. “No more. My dick needs a break.”
She laughed. “You started it.”
“But you definitely finished it.” His words made her smile. “Don’t move,” he said and she felt the bed dip. When she looked over, he was up and on his way out the door. Completely naked.
“Where are you going?”
“To get something to clean you up,” he shouted from what she assumed was the bathroom.
She stayed where she was, still catching her breath while she waited for him to return. When he strolled back in, completely naked, his flaccid but still large cock dangling between his legs, she couldn’t stop from staring.
Everything about his body was perfect. His chest was toned and lean, his abs were defined and if he turned around, she knew his ass was hard and rounded. No wonder she'd secretly fallen for him.
Instead of handing her the wet washcloth like she assumed, he sat down and cleaned her up himself.
She laid on the bed frozen, completely shocked and unsure what to think.
No guy had ever done that.
Technically, there hadn't been a reason for them to because only once had a guy ever come on her and it had been on her ass and back and then he’d thrown her his shirt to clean herself up.
Edwin made it seem like she’d really dated and had sex with fools. He put them all to shame both in looks and sexually. Not to mention his aftercare.
Something she’d never even thought about.
“I don't know about you,” he said, standing back up, “but I could use some food.”
She sat up, pulling the covers up over her naked body. She might not be ashamed of her body but in the bright light of day, all her imperfections showed. “Should we talk about what is happening?” Plus talking would be easier to do if she was covered.
Edwin looked at her face, then looked down at the covers she’d used to cover up. Reaching his hand toward her, he pulled the covers down exposing her once more. “I just came all over you while I finger fucked you. I think it’s safe to say I like looking at you naked.”
She made the mistake of looking at his waist to see his cock already growing. “Yeah, I know that, it’s just weird to talk naked.”
“Get used to it,” he said strongly. “If all we have is these next couple of days—I’d say two or three with the amount of snow we got—then I want you naked most of the time.”
She tilted her head. “I'm not walking around naked.”
“You won’t be doing much walking. We are going to eat and fuck.” He raised an eyebrow. “Unless that’s not what you want.” Thank god he’d found more condoms in the bathroom cabinet.
She’d made the damn rules, all he was doing was following them. Why did that piss her off so much? “I’m not cooking naked,” she said instead of dwelling on the end date. Thinking about that already had her heart breaking.
“You can wear one of my shirts for that. But no underwear.”
He was serious. Like really serious. “Have you seen my boobs?” She looked down at herself. “I don’t think your t-shirts will fit.”
“Believe me, I’ve seen your tits, they’re magnificent.” He reached out, trailing his finger over the curve of one breast. “I’m looking forward to seeing the material of my shirt stretched tight over them.”
Okay, hearing him say that as he stared at her chest was hot. So fucking hot. “Fine, but if I’m naked then so are you.”
He gave her a wink. “No problem on my end.”
Had he always been this demanding, this domineering? She didn’t remember him like this. All those phone calls and late nights talking, she didn’t think he’d ever been stern or unyielding.
That’s not to say she didn’t like it. The opposite was true. She liked it a little too much.
This was going to be a major problem.