Page 78 of Hannah.
“Come for me, Hannah,” Johan says, and I do, quick and fleeting. Just an appetizer of what’s to come. It’s not quite the same as this morning, but it's enough to leave me panting with his name on my lips, my head falling forward, resting against his chest. He strokes me through the waves of my pleasure, and then his fingers are withdrawing, and Johan’s tongue is cleaning them, his eyes closing in bliss as he sucks the taste of me off his skin. “God, you’re perfect. Get on the bed.”
I do as he says, but not before stripping off the last of my clothing, leaving me completely bare to his ravenous gaze. Johan’s hand works at the button of his pants, and they slidedown his narrow hips, his cock straining against his briefs. When I climb onto the mattress, it’s soft beneath me, and I’m watching as Johan removes the last of his clothes.
“Beautiful.” His praise makes my chest swell, and then he’s kneeling on the bed and crawling towards me, his expression awed. I expect him to touch me where I’m aching, to reach for my nipples or between my legs once more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stretches out beside me and pulls me into his arms.
Instinctively, I hook one leg over both of his, feeling his erection pressing into my stomach as he crushes me against him. I’m drowning in his warm, masculine scent, the heat of his skin, and the shivery sensation of his stubble on my throat. Johan’s lips move from my neck to my jaw, and finally, my lips, capturing my mouth in a kiss that is so full of yearning that it makes my chest ache.
Oh, this is more than lust. More than need. This is so much more than sex.
The pace of things changes, even if the destination is still the same. When he cups my face, the tenderness in his touch is almost heartbreaking. When I loop my arms around his neck and pull him even closer with my leg over his until there isn't even air between us, it's because I can't get enough of him. There are years of desperation, aching desire, friendship, longing...just so much of every emotion between us that it threatens to pull us both under. Instead, we find a way to show each other with our bodies what we’re both feeling so powerfully. There is no room for words.
Minutes tick by. Our naked make-out session, grinding against each other, becomes too much for both of us, and Johan pulls back. Propped up on one elbow, he reaches for me, his fingers skimming my jawline, and his blue eyes are soft.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I nod, unable to speak. Johan’s smile is tender, and then he’s kissing me unhurried again. Hishand slides down, over my collarbone, my breast, down over the swell of my belly. Finally, two fingers press between the folds of my pussy, and I can feel how slippery I am with arousal. “Good girl.”
When Johan's fingers slide inside of me, stretching me, prepping me for his cock, I gasp. It’s not painful; it’s just a lot. He rolls me beneath him, fingers continuing to work me as his lips find my nipples. I arch into his touch, a hand sliding into his hair and holding him in place, as Johan laves attention on each hard, pink point.
“Johan,” I whimper, the sensations of his lips a live wire to my core. “More.”
He responds by adding a third finger, and my hips lift, his knuckles pressing into the mattress between my legs, making me cry out.
“I love hearing you,” Johan admits, and his tongue circles my nipple. His eyes remain locked on mine as I squirm beneath him. “Every little sound. I want to memorize them all. What about this?” He curls his fingers upwards, and his palm grinds against my clit, making me gasp. Johan repeats the action, and I see stars. “I could watch your face as I make you come for the rest of my life and die a happy man.”
“I—” My mind is short-circuiting. Johan's fingers are hitting the exact right spot inside of me, his touch and his words bringing me to the edge faster than I could have ever imagined. “I want to watch you, too. Touch yourself.”
“Jesus, Hannah,” he breathes, and his free hand wraps around his shaft, stroking as I rock against his hand, feeling the pressure building and coiling tighter and tighter. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve thought about you while doing this, and now…” Johan leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, “fuck, now you’re really here, and it's a thousand times better than my imagination. I’m going to make this so good foryou, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure you never forget the feeling of me inside you.”
Something about his words causes my control to snap. My orgasm takes me by surprise, and I clamp around Johan’s fingers, nails scratching down his bicep as he finger-fucks me through my climax, whispering dirty encouragement against my skin. His thumb brushes over my clit, and it prolongs the pleasure until my body is shaking.
“Fuck,” Johan curses, maneuvering us so he’s holding me close once more, this time with my back to his chest. My body feels like jelly. Johan is propped up on his side, and his lips brush over the nape of my neck as his arm wraps around me, hand palming my breasts. His cock presses into my ass, and I feel a slick trail of his precum against my skin. “You’re going to drive me to madness, you know that?”
“Mmhm…” I nod, reaching back and cupping his hip. Johan hisses between his teeth at the increased contact, but to me, it's the best feeling in the world. His nose is pressing into my hair, and even after coming twice, I feel the way his words and light touches affect me. “I can see that.”
“You want more, don't you, sweet girl?” he asks, pressing one knee between my legs, spreading me open. His cock is trapped between us, and I’m so wet that the head of it slides against my entrance, making both of us groan. “Tell me.”
“I need more,” I demand, and I feel his smile against my skin.
“I can’t get enough of your demands. I won’t deny you––not ever.”
With those words, Johan’s hips press forward, and the head of his cock sinks into me. My fingers grip his hip, and I feel him stretch me, the ache delicious, and the satisfaction that it’s him, Johan Bentinck, who’s finally inside of me, making my chest feel tight. Inch by inch, he fills me until he’s fully seated, and both of us are panting. Even with my eyes squeezed shut and my lipspressed tight, the pain fades beneath the overwhelming pleasure of the moment—the pleasure of feeling him.
“I’m trying to give you a minute to adjust,” he explains, his voice strained. “But you feel so fucking good that I just want to move.”
“Do it,” I urge, and he groans, his hips rocking back and then forward. He does it again and again, the movement slowly increasing, the drag of Johan’s cock in and out of my pussy making me moan. His hand moves from my breasts and slides between my legs. With Johan’s chest pressed against my back and his hips fucking into mine, two fingers find my clit, beginning to rub tight, quick circles. The increase in sensation is electric, and though it should be impossible, my channel grips him even tighter.
“We're going to take this slow,” he promises, “because otherwise I’m not going to last.”
Just like earlier, we're skin to skin in every place possible, Johan’s big body cupping me almost protectively as his hips slowly piston in and out. My mind is reeling from the feeling and the knowledge that he’s actually inside of me––finally! This is what I’ve wanted for so long. This moment. This second.
I’m senseless, breathing his name softly as Johan kisses my shoulders and neck, murmuring words of praise as he does so. He tells me all the sweet things, and I soak them up hungrily. I want to stay like this forever, but at the same time, I want him to move just a little faster. Something unnameable is building inside me, a pleasure so deep and intense that I’ve never felt anything like it before.
“You’re doing so good,” Johan rumbles. “My sweet Hannah.”
“I want you to kiss me,” I’m babbling, and I don't even care. “I want to see your face. I can’t?—”
I don't even have to finish my request before he’s pivoting, rolling me beneath him. I yelp unhappily as his cock pulls outof me, but Johan's movements are fluid as he hitches one of my legs over his shoulder and positions himself outside of my entrance once more. This time, I’m swollen and wetter than ever, and the sight of his hard, thick shaft sliding into me is enough to make that deep, building sensation grow tenfold.
Johan leans down and kisses me hard, just like I wanted. Our lips meet, and it’s a battle of teeth and tongues, of desire and pent-up feelings, and I’m lost in the pleasure of the new angle. He’s able to thrust deeper, and the slap of our skin filling the room is mind-bindingly erotic. My nails rake down his back, and Johan growls against my neck.