Page 77 of Worth the Risk
“Another time for that, Pix. I’d rather be inside you,” I tell her as I push my shoulder into her midsection. Hannah shrieks when I stand and stride out of the bathroom, then she giggles gleefully as she pummels my ass with one hand.
“Not a bad view,” she muses before spanking me again.
A zing of pleasure courses along my spine, and I’m taken aback at how much I liked Hannah spanking me. Shouldn’t that be the other way around?
“Liked that, big boy?” Hannah taunts.
I unceremoniously dump her on the bed, and she bounces twice before coming to a rest. “Does it make me any less of a man to say I did like it?”
Hannah gives me a beaming smile. “No. It means you trust me to experiment with.”
I slowly strip off my shirt, watching as Hannah’s eyes slowly drag up and down my chest as she bites her lip. I reach forward and grab her chin, forcing her lip to pop out from between her teeth. “That’s my lip to bite, baby.”
“Then hurry up and do it, Luca. I need you,” she whimpers. “Hurry up or I’ll do it myself.”
My sweet, dirty girl.
I’m gonna have so much fun with her.
“Sit up so I can get your shirt off,” I tell her. Hannah sits up, holding both arms above her head with an innocent smile on her face, waiting for me to remove her shirt. Due to the wrap around her injured hand, she’s not wearing a bra, because she can’t clasp it, and I immediately bend down to take one nipple deep in my mouth. Hannah lets out a moan, and slides her hand into my waistband to grab my stiff cock tightly. Now it’s my turn to groan as she painstakingly slowly jacks me. The telltale burning sensation that begins at the base of my spine alerts me to one of the quickest orgasms of my life, and I stumble away from Hannah.
“What?” she asks, worry covering her face.
“You were about to make me a two-pump chump, Pix. I need a minute,” I tell her. Best way to pull away from an orgasm is to visualize an image that horrifies you. Which is why I picture Gabe Dawson’s flat white ass.
“Why are you chanting Gabe’s ass over and over again?” Hannah giggles.
“Shh, it’s working.”
“Should I leave? Give you and imaginary Gabe some time alone?”
“Hush, woman.”
“I probably should be concerned, but I think I want to see how this plays out.”
I groan as she smiles prettily at me. Tipping my head to the ceiling, I send up a silent prayer to whoever sent this woman to me. I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but I’ve never been teased during it so amazingly. Fucking perfection.
“Trust me, baby,” I murmur as I strip out of my pants and climb onto the bed so I’m hovering over her, “I’m about to rid you of the ability to speak, and you’ll know you’re the only person I’m thinking about.”
“Promises, promises, L — holy shit!” she screams as I slam into her in one thrust. The scream turns to a loud moan as she digs her fingernails into my back.
“You okay, baby?” I tease, beginning a measured pace where I’m giving everything to her, but not fast enough to make her come. Keeping this pace allows me to focus on her, and not on my own pleasure. I know as soon as I speed up, or when she comes, it’ll be game over.
“Luca,” she mutters.
“Bella.”
Her eyes open, staring clearly into mine. Her expression takes my breath away. The love I see is mind-boggling. The support and acceptance. Understanding. This woman is my equal. My partner. The person who will stand beside me for the rest of my life. And that feeling is remarkably humbling.
I’m overcome with emotion, tears burning the back of my eyelids. I grab Hannah’s good hand from my shoulder and link our fingers together above her head. Her injured hand is wrapped around my neck tightly, as if she fears I’ll suddenly get up and leave.
I’m never leaving. I need her to breathe.
“I love you,” I whisper. A tear cascades down the side of her face, and I lean down to kiss the path it took. Hannah’s breath catches when I bring my lips to hers. I know she can taste the saltiness of her own tears, and the essence of her orgasms from earlier. It’s a poignant and erotic moment between lovers.
I can tell I’m close to coming, but I want Hannah right there with me. Her eyes remain open, but they’re glazed over, and when I feel her walls begin to flutter around me, I pounce.
Amping up the pace, I rut into her harshly, resting my forearm on the bed next to her neck, our hands still entwined. I slide my other hand between our bodies, both slick with sweat, and find her clit. All it takes is a quick one-two-three flick, and Hannah’s body tightens as her walls clamp down on me. I can barely thrust through my own orgasm because she’s gripping me so hard. I keep coming and coming, rope after rope of cum coating her walls. Pulling out, I rise to my knees and grab my cock. A few pulls and I manage two more ropes that dot her stomach, breasts, and face.