Page 69 of For All My Effort

“They need to be long enough that we can make a knot with the fabric.”

“Do you think yours are too short?”

“Let’s see. Cut just one strip longer and I’ll try tying them together.”

I did and Han was right, his lengths were long enough. It was cute with the little knot and tails sticking out. Undoing it, I resettled the blanket over my lap. It was probably harder than it should’ve been to reline my decorative scissors up with the already made cuts and extending them.

“I’m glad I didn’t say fuck it and go with the higher difficulty fabric that I figured you’d like better,” Han said.

I playfully glared at him as if he wasn’t completely correct in that assumption.

This time around, I was somehow slower. Looking down at the blanket made my neck ache but lifting the blanket up to cut in front of my face made me realize how weak my arms were. Despite how much my body seemed to be rebelling at any sort of artwork, I was having fun.

Finishing with the cuts, I set the blanket and scissors down for a little hand break. Han had already finished, patiently waiting for me, his focus on the movie with his free hand resting on my leg.

Taking my hand in his, he started massaging my fingers, my open palm, and even my wrist. Every bit of pressure felt amazing, and I couldn’t explain in enough words how a hand massage was turning me on. It was, though.

I felt his hands start to work their way up my arm to my shoulder, then to my neck. I wasn’t even pretending to not enjoy the attention, fully curved forward so my mate would have all the access he was willing to give. As his fingers pressed against my nape and then stretched up to the back of my head, I groaned, loving the feeling.

I felt a tug at the hem of my shirt, a silent question about whether I wanted to take it off, and I didn’t hesitate to pull it over my head and toss it far away. Moving so I was between his legs, giving him the best access, I wiggled my shoulders in a silent request for more.

Han obliged, moving his hands all over my back, tracing down my spine, making the most delicious circles around my shoulders, and running his thumbs down the sides of my neck, earning another moan from my throat.

Then his hands started to roam forward.

First, it was just over the front of my shoulders, then down to my collarbone. He even caressed the front of my neck, not with a lot of pressure, but feeling his touch in a tender place was teasing me closer to the blissful edge.

The first touch of his hands on my breasts and I wanted more. Harder or faster or something. Han was taking his time, kneading my breasts, tracing my nipples before pinching them, lavishing my chest with attention. He worked his fingers back up to my neck again and I couldn’t even complain because everything he did felt so good.

His hands continued down my back, toward my hips, his fingers moving around toward my front again. I leaned back toward him, wanting to give him as much access as he wanted, my legs parting so he could reach the area I desperately wanted him to touch.

Rather than take the hint, his fingers continued down my thighs, pushing my shorts and underwear down, reaching as far as his long arms allowed before circling back up to my hips.

Arousal was forming between my legs, and my nipples were hard from all his playing with them. His chin was resting on my shoulder so he could look down at my body as he played with me.

“Do you know where my mark is?” Han asked. His words almost didn’t make sense at first, my head so full from the fog of arousal. “Hannah?”

“Yes. On my ass.”

Han kissed my neck, a small prize for answering his question. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers, and then I’m going to have you present. I want your ass in the air so I can hold onto my mark as I take you there. If you’re a good girl and come with just my cock inside you, I’ll let you pet your little clit for a proper orgasm after.”

Slick was leaking from my core just from Han’s words. His hands were touching me, caressing my sides, moving down my stomach so that his fingertips were simply teasing the distance to my core.

“Please, Han,” I begged.

“Is this what you want?” His fingers finally moved down to my clit, just barely circling it despite my hips chasing his touch. He gently swirled his fingers at the bundle of nerves, and I felt all my inner stomach muscles tense, but it wasn’t enough.

“More.”

His fingers pushed further down, entering me easily with how slick I already was. My designation had a reputation for being easily and quickly aroused, and at this moment, I didn’t care that I was meeting that. I was glad for my slick, glad that anytime my mates wanted me, my body was prepared. And damn—it always felt good.

Two fingers didn’t make me feel full, still, there was something intimate about having him inside me. In and out, he moved his fingers, so they touched every inch inside me, his free hand continuing to touch my body, playing with my increasing arousal.

There was no hiding how wet I was. Han used my own slick to wet his fingers and then started on my clit again. With his fingers inside me, the pleasure on my clit, and his other hand playing with my breasts, I came.

My orgasm was short and weak, a blissful tease that didn’t make me satisfied, only needing more. Even with his fingers inside me, I felt empty, needing more pressure and thickness.

“Very good, omega. Now present for me.”