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Edwin
Watching Hannah roam around the small kitchen with nothing but his t-shirt on had Edwin on edge. His cock had been hard about five minutes after coming and had stayed that way since.
She was like his own personal Viagra.
From the moment he’d seen her pacing the bedroom from the doorway, he’d known this was going to happen. Their chemistry was too strong.
When he looked back through all the years and all the conversations they’d had, he’d never sensed anything more than friendship from her. It was different now. Something had changed. He wasn't sure when or how but she obviously liked him as more than a friend.
And yet she wouldn’t let herself take it further than this secluded cabin in the middle of nowhere.
It irked him to no end that they had an expiration date, but he wasn’t going to dwell on it. He was going to enjoy every fucking second of his time with her. And because it was a short amount of time, he wasn’t wasting time easing her in. He was showing her his true self. At least in bed. With her, he was bossy and demanding and slightly more aggressive than he would ever be out in the real world. He’d never shown that side of himself to anyone. There had been no one he’d wanted to boss around.
Not that he wanted to boss her around. He just liked taking charge with her. And she seemed to like it. A lot. To be honest, so did he.
Hell, he came against her stomach from the force of her orgasm alone like he was a damn teenager. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to mind.
He could still see her smearing his release over her skin and then licking it from her fingers. His dick twitched in his boxers, which happened to be the only thing he was wearing.
“The biscuits are almost finished,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. “How’s the gravy coming?”
Her voice broke him out of his sex-induced trance. “Um, good.” He stirred the gravy one last time. “I think it’s finished.” He’d never made gravy before but she’d walked him through it while she’d made biscuits from scratch.
How much more fucking domestic could they get than making food together?
He could see them ten, twenty, or even thirty years in the future doing this same thing.
“Great,” she said, squeezing next to him to check out the gravy. “You did a good job.”
“I’m good at a lot of things.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
She laughed. “Oh, I know.” She patted his ass affectionately.
The whole time they’d been cooking, they’d been like that. Easy with each other. Jokes and suggestive comments. Nothing had been off-limits. Nothing except talk of what happened after.
It seemed neither of them wanted to broach that subject.
They each grabbed a plate and filled it with biscuits, gravy, and the bacon and sausage they’d made. It was a lot of food but they’d worked up big appetites during the night and that morning. He had plans for more of the same after they ate, so the more food, the better.
“Later,” Hannah said as they sat down on the floor in front of the fireplace, “we can make cookies.”
“You mentioned something about that last night. Was that your plan during your days away? To cook and bake?”
“Sort of.” She shoved a piece of bacon in her mouth and chewed before swallowing. “It relaxes me.”
“Cooking is the same for me. And while I’ve never really done much baking, I think I’d probably be okay at it.”
“Are you saying you don’t want me to bake you any of my cookies?” She smirked knowing full damn well how much he loved those cookies.
“Don’t you ever stop making me those cookies. In fact, I think you should make them for me and only me.” It was a joke but her expression went flat. “What did I say?” he questioned before she could speak.
She shrugged, playing with the food on her plate. “I pretty much only make them for you.”
Wait. What? “What do you mean?”
“You’re the only person aside from my family I make them for.”
“That’s not true. I’ve seen you give them out to other clients.” It had made him furious to think about those guys eating her cookies.
And not in a sexual way.
Although that too.
She bit her bottom lip. “I used to do that, but I haven’t in several years.”
He thought back on all the times she’d shown up to events or matches to see him or other clients. Early on, she used to carry a bag and pass out cookies but lately, he couldn’t remember her handing them to anyone but him. “Why?”
The question hung between them for seconds before she answered.
“I didn’t want to make them for anyone but you.” She held his gaze.
What was she saying? Why couldn’t she see what was right in front of her face? He could see that she liked him which made a part of his heart beat faster but he could also see that she had no plans to take this any further. There were so many things he wanted to say. So many things he wanted to tell her. But he couldn’t. She wasn’t ready or open to hearing them. And he wasn’t willing to get his heart broken more than it already was.
“I guess that makes me special,” was all he said.
She gave him a curt nod and then dug into the food on her plate. An obvious sign that she was finished talking about this.
If she wanted to shove her feelings under the metaphorical rug, he could do the same. Sex. They were going to have lots and lots of sex and then when the snow was melted, they’d part ways and be nothing more than a memory.
He could do it if she could.
When they’d finished eating, they cleaned up and somehow things went back to being easy. They chatted like two old friends, laughing and teasing one another. When she placed the last dish in the cabinet and then turned around, he was right there, crowding her space. It was time to get this back on track.
“Um, hey,” she said, dropping the towel she’d used to dry the dishes on the counter and then tugging him closer.
He leaned down, grazing her neck with his nose while his hands roamed under the t-shirt she was wearing. “I think it’s time we take this off.” His hands went even higher, cupping each one of her breasts in his hands.
She moaned and dropped her head back. “Edwin,” she said his name in a quiet whisper.
“You don’t have to be quiet,” he said against her neck. “In fact, I want you screaming my name loudly.” He lifted his head, putting just enough space between them to grab the bottom of the shirt and pull it up and over her head. Throwing it to the ground, he cupped her breasts again, this time watching his hands on her body. “Fuck, I love these tits.” He ran his thumbs across each nipple, watching them pebble at his touch.
“Edwin.” His name was a little louder, but still too quiet for his taste.
He pinched her nipples. “Louder.”
She jerked against him. “Edwin!” she finally shouted.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He leaned down, taking one tight bud into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it and then biting down, earning him another shout of his name.
Her hands gripped his head tightly, holding him against her tits. Even if he wanted to back away, which he didn’t, she wasn’t planning on letting him. He suckled and teased each tit over and over, loving every sound that came from her. Needed more, he gripped her hips, lifting her up onto the counter, putting her tits at eye level.
“Now this is perfect.” He trailed his fingers over each heavy breast. They were both wet from his mouth and that only made him want to suck them more. This time, longer and harder. He was fucking obsessed with her tits and wasn’t sure if he’d ever get enough of them.
“Please,” she whimpered and when he lifted his gaze to her face, he saw how desperate she was for more.
He wasn’t the only one who liked all the attention on her tits.
“Have you ever come from this alone?” He leaned in, licking around her nipple.
“Uh uh.” She shook her head rapidly.
“Do you think you can?” God, he wanted to see it. He wanted to see her come apart with only his mouth on one tit and his fingers on the other.
Her body physically shook. “I don’t know.” Her breathing was erratic and her voice was hoarse.
He teased her nipple with his thumb, tracing over it several times, watching it pebble under his touch. “Should we try?”
She groaned. “Yes. Yes, please, yes.” She was all but begging him now and he loved it.
He lavished his attention on one breast and one nipple, leaving the other completely untouched and exposed for long minutes. She writhed and eventually wound her legs around his back, pulling him in closer to her body. Her hands were tearing at his hair, looking for any sort of control but that wasn’t happening.
This was his show and he’d draw it out as long as he wanted.
If his dick had anything to say about it, he’d already be inside her but he was doing everything in his power to ignore that part of his body. Giving Hannah this pleasure was what he wanted. He wanted to see her fly from the love and admiration he had for her breasts.
He wanted her to fly from all his love but that wasn’t going to happen because he was never going to tell her how he felt.
Switching to the other side, he doubled his effort to bring her to orgasm. She was trying to grind against him but he never let her get any real traction. Her breath hitched when he bit her nipple a little too hard. He hadn't meant to do it but when her hands dug into his scalp and she bucked against him, he decided to do it again.
And was rewarded when she fell apart in his arms.
Fuck yeah, that’s what he’d wanted. And it was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she rode the waves of her release. It was something he’d never forget.
His cock jerked in his shorts.
Shit, now he wanted in on the action.
“Holy smokes,” she said breathlessly, as she went pliant against him. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
Edwin chuckled, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. He loved her shoulders and collarbone. Hell, he loved all the parts of her body. “You were spectacular.”
Her legs dropped from around his waist as she sat forward, her breasts pressing against his naked torso. She ran her fingers through her hair. “Is that something you do a lot? Get women to come by just doing that?”
There was a hint of something in her voice that sounded suspiciously like jealousy. His heart surged. “I can say with absolute certainty that I’ve never done that before.” He’d dreamed about it with her as the recipient. But he wasn’t voicing that secret. Not yet.
She tipped her head to the side, a small smile turning up her lips. “I’m glad I could be part of your experiment.”
He pulled her tighter against him, pressing his lips against hers and lifting her off the counter. “As am I.” She slid against his body as he lowered her to the floor, his cock begging for any and all pressure he received.
“Maybe I should return the favor.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
“I’m not sure what the equivalent is on my body.” Oh, but he’d love to see her try and find something.
“Why search for something when you literally have the same equipment I have.” She leaned forward, touching her lips to one of his nipples.
His body jerked under her touch. Okay, maybe it wouldn't be so hard to find something. “That could work.” He’d never really paid much attention to his own nipples and he couldn’t remember any other woman playing with them. But just one touch from Hannah and he was halfway to home plate.
Her tongue flicked his nipple as her hands ran up and down his chest and abs. Her touch was gentle, like a feather trailing over his skin and it was pure bliss. A moan escaped his mouth and she paused, looking up at him.
“You like this.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.
He gave a curt nod, unsure if he could speak with his mouth so dry from panting.
She smiled, her tongue darting out to lick his nipple again while she kept her eyes glued to his face. “It’s so hot when you watch me please you.”
Her small, delicate tongue was driving him mad. He was insane with desire. The need to grab her and hold her mouth against him was strong but he held back. This was her show and he was going to let her take the lead.
Giving up control was not as hard as he thought it would be. In fact, it was kinda sexy. Really sexy. He might let her do it more. If only she’d get on with it.
“Hannah,” he groaned her name when she toyed with his other nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.
Jesus. Is that what it felt like for her? Like a direct line to her pussy? Because when she did it, his dick twitched. He was going to come in his pants like a horny teenager all from her playing with his nipples. He was starting to wish he was the type of guy who talked to other guys about sex because he really needed to know if they did this. Or maybe it was just him.
Did it make him strange to want to come in his pants from this alone? Maybe, but he was willing to be strange if it meant he got to have Hannah’s lips wrapped around his nipple while her tongue flicked it back and forth.
His hips pressed forward, rubbing against her body.
“Uh uh,” she murmured against him. “None of that.”
She was the damn devil. He was close, so fucking close. One touch to his dick and he’d go off, hot and fast but she wasn't having it.
Why did that make it even hotter?
He was pretty sure that when he did finally come, it was going to be the strongest orgasm of his life. And it was going to happen without one damn finger on his dick.
He knew he was never going to be able to let her go. Not after this. They knew each other so well that they could each please the other in almost any way. Hell, she could talk and he’d be close to coming. They didn’t need to be dirty words either. He just liked the sound of her voice.
She switched her mouth to his other nipple, using her fingers on the one she’d just abandoned. There was too much pressure and yet not enough. He wasn't sure if he was coming or going or if it hurt or felt good. It was too intense, too goddamn good.
When she moaned around his nipple, biting down on it a little too hard, it was all over. He shuddered and came as he gripped her hair and pulled her mouth off him. His eyes held hers as he rode out the orgasm. For long minutes, they did nothing but stare at each other.
How was he ever going to go back to being just friends with her?
The answer was simple: he wasn’t.
He just had no clue how to make her see that they should be together. Job be damned.