Page 72 of Hannah.
“Johan,” I moan, the pleasure so intense I can barely think. “Oh, gosh…”
“I love seeing you like this. So needy, so drenched for me.”
It’s not just his fingers or the way they’re pumping in and out of me or the way his thumb is rubbing my clit; it's the sound of his voice. Hot and deep and oh so familiar.
The orgasm slams into me, and I cry out, my back bowing. My vision goes white, and Johan's free arm locks around my waist, holding me steady, even as his other hand is relentless. He pulls me close, body to body, his hair mussed and falling into my face as he kisses every available inch of it, bringing me down from heaven inch by glorious inch.
And this is just the start. God, how the hell will I survive it?
“Are you okay?” he murmurs.
I can only manage a nod, my throat thick. I swallow and lick my dry lips. Johan's gaze is fixated on my mouth, and his nostrils flare, a flash of something predatory crossing his features. But then it softens, falling away into something gentler as he brushes my hair from my face. There are two sides to this man, and I have a feeling I’ll see them both this weekend.
“Let me get you a drink,” he says, a small smile playing on his lips. “You look parched. Wait here.”
He leaves the bedroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. So...that just happened. The make-out session at his apartment in his bed was one thing, but now we've gone from kisses and caresses to something overtly sexual. I wiggle under the blankets while I wait for him, the little aftershocks of my orgasm blooming across my skin like miniature lightning storms. The muscles of my inner thighs twitch, and when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the vanity across the room, I can see thatmy cheeks and neck are flush. I look thoroughly ravished, and we've barely even done anything.
Johan returns, and the sight of him has me sighing, smitten all over again. His shirt is unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up, and his hair is messed up like he’s been running his hands through it. He hands me a glass of still water, and I sit up, taking it from him. Our fingers brush, and electricity crackles up my spine.
“Thanks,” I tell him.
“Of course.”
Feeling brave in my post-orgasm haze, I reach out and brush my hand through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead. Johan's eyes flutter shut, and his hand wraps around my wrist, holding my palm to his cheek before placing a kiss in the center of it.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes,” I reply honestly, “I did. What about you?”
Johan chuckles. “My hard-on can attest to that.”
Blushing, I glance down at the bulge in his slacks, but then his hands are on either side of my face, and he’s leaning in for another kiss. Right before our lips can connect, a jaw-cracking yawn overtakes me. Johan pulls back, and we blink at each other. I’m mortified.
He clears his throat. “Hannah, it's alright if you want to rest?—”
“No,” I cut in, fighting against the sleepiness overtaking me. “We came all this way, and I’m not giving up now.”
“And we will have all day tomorrow and Sunday. Look at yourself; you look like you’re about to fall asleep right here and now,” he points to the mirror across from the bed, and damn him, he’s right. The flush still remains, but my eyelids are heavy.
He drags a hand over his face and laughs a little self-consciously. “This might just be my pride talking, but I want to be the only focus of your attention when we do this. I wantyou wide awake, fully with me. So let's just...you know, cuddle tonight. Let me hold you, wake up with you in my arms. And we will see where the day takes us.”
My heart swells so much it feels like my chest can’t contain it, and I nod, overcome with emotion. Johan stands, strutting to the bathroom door and pulling off one of the soft white robes hanging on a hook, bringing it back to me. Oh, that's right. I’m still naked from the waist down.
“Go change,” he urges, watching me with heated eyes as I slide the robe over my shoulders and cover myself with it, tying it tight. “I'll be here when you get back.”
Going through my usual nighttime rituals with Johan in the bedroom right on the other side of the door is a tad odd, to say the least. Regardless, in the privacy of the bathroom, I brush my teeth, wash my face, and then change into pajamas––a silky camisole and matching shorts. When I walk out, he’s also switched to gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
“Can I use the bathroom for a moment?” he asks.
“Of course,” I reply, stepping aside. As he disappears into the bathroom, I head to bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to me. I slip under the covers and settle in, my eyes growing heavier by the second.
A few minutes later, Johan joins me in bed. He slides in beside me, wrapping his arms around me. I’ve never had a man in bed with me, and I swiftly conclude that it’s going to take some getting used to. Johan’s presence is so large and overwhelming that for a minute, I feel like I can't breathe. But then he pulls me against his chest, and I relax, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Johan's lips graze my temple, and the warmth of his body surrounds me. It’s been a long day, and as soon as the room is dark, I can feel it all catching up with me. So much has changed, and my mind is reeling. Now that my guard is down, everythingI’ve been shutting out comes flooding back. Thoughts about the school, my little thefts, Astrid disappearing from my dorm, how Johan and I will navigate this change in our relationship once we return to Cambridge….
“You’re thinking so loud,” Johan breathes into the shell of my ear. “Relax, sweetheart.”
His hand strokes down my spine, his body curving to cup mine more completely. “I like this,” I tell him unbidden as my eyes grow heavy. “I like...being with you.”