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“I’m close,” he admits, and I am too. What started as embers are being stoked into a wildfire, and I nod, unable to speak as Johan's thrusts pick up speed and intensity. He’s bracing himself above me, and the muscles of his arms are tense. The look on his face is something that I'll never forget. This is Johan in his most raw form, and it's gorgeous. “Come for me, baby. One more time, let me feel you?—”
The orgasm slams into me, and it's so different from the others. It’s not as sharp or instantaneous, and instead, it builds, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me and making me scream. Johan fucks me through it, and he swears, hips stilling, his cock buried so deep inside of me. I can feel him jerk, and the warmth of his seed fills me. The knowledge of it, the way it feels coating my inner walls, has the aftershocks of my own orgasm firing off.
“Hannah...” Johan's voice is thick and heavy, and I’m limp in his arms, my body spent. He lowers my leg, and then he collapses against me, burying his face in my neck. Even though he’s larger and heavier than I am, I love it, and I cling to him. We’re both sweaty and covered in each other. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Johan rolls onto his side, and his arms circle around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. He’s still inside of me, and we’re sticky, but he doesn't seem bothered. Outside, I can hear birds singing and the lazy lake waves lapping against the shore. The fact that it's still the middle of the day shocks me. I feel like we've been here, tangled with each other, in each other, for hours and hours.
“Did that live up to your fantasy?” Johan teases, and I laugh, feeling his smile against the back of my neck.
“So much more than I could have ever hoped,” I admit, and he sighs with satisfaction. “It was…you’re incredible.”
“Damn right, I am,” he agrees, and I giggle, wiggling back against him. Johan's breath catches, and then he chuckles, his arms tightening around me. “Careful. I don’t think I can go again just yet.”
“Mm, we'll see about that,” I tell him, turning in his grasp. I wrap my arms around him as he slips out of me. “You just need some motivation.”
Johan looks down at me, his blue eyes shining and expression tender. My heart clenches, and I know what he will say before he opens his mouth.
“I should've met up with you the very day you showed up on campus,” he tells me, and my lips curve into a smile. “I’m sorry it took me so damn long to do something about it. To untangle the mess I made….”
Oh no. I don't want to go down this path. The remainder of the failed message to Astrid tries to claw its way to the surface of my mind, but I shove it back—not right now, not this weekend.
“I think you more than made up for it,” I offer, and Johan hums in agreement. He kisses me, his fingers winding in my hair and tugging gently. “You can’t change the past.”
“Mm, you’re right.” His expression is soft, and it takes my breath away. “I just want you to know, Hannah, that this isn’t just sex for me. This is more, and I’m serious.”
“Johan…” I swallow past the lump in my throat. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted from him. This is everything. “Yeah…for me, too.”
His smile is brilliant, and then Johan kisses me again. This time, when he rolls me beneath him, neither of us complains about the stickiness or the sweat. It’s all just part of this beautiful thing between us—a culmination of years of yearning finally reaching its explosive end.
22
Johan
Hannah is sleepingat the odd hour of 5 pm, and I’m stuck impossibly between the desire to wake her to hear her voice and steal kisses from her lush mouth or to let her sleep because I know she needs the rest. Hell, this is far from my first time, and I could do with a nap, too, but I'll be damned if I give up any second I can spend watching her.
She’s on her stomach, the sheet pooled down past her waist, covering one-half of her perfect ass and both of her shapely legs. The long expanse of her fair bareback is obscured only by the fall of her chocolate brown hair, stark against the paleness of her skin. The flush that covered her chest and face earlier from our erotic activities has faded, and she has her cheek resting on her folded arms as she sleeps.
Hannah has always been beautiful to me, but seeing her like this—naked, satisfied, and so content—is a whole new kind of gorgeous. She's exhausted, and that's partly my fault. What can I say? It’s been years of fantasies; I’ve wanted Hannah for a very, very long time at this point. There’s a pit in my stomachwhen I think of the time I spent in bed with Astrid, but despite her loveliness, she has always just felt like a distraction. A placeholder to pass the days. Fuck, I’m an asshole, but all I can do is make sure the break with Astrid is clean and that I treat Hannah with all the affection and respect she deserves.
With one finger, I touch the nape of her neck, tracing a barely-there path down her spine to the adorable dimples right above the swell of her ass. Hannah hums sleepily, shifting and turning her face to the side. One eye opens, and she blinks at me, a slow, satisfied smile curling her lips.
“Are you watching me sleep?” she asks, her words muffled by the pillow.
“Yes.” My response is immediate, and Hannah’s smile widens. “You’re so beautiful. How could I not?”
“You’re sweet,” she mumbles, and her eyes close again. “I don't know how you’re awake. I feel like I’ve run a marathon.”
Because, for some reason, I’m still terrified that this is just temporary. Even if I plan on keeping you forever.I can’t tell her that, though, and ruin the warm, sleepy look of adoration she’s wearing. “I’m awake because it's the middle of the day, but I understand if I was too much for you,” I joke.
“Hm. Actually, I don't think you were too much. You were the perfect amount.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me more. With explicit detail.” I raise a rakish eyebrow, and Hannah giggles, turning her face back into the pillow. “No, wait, don’t hide your laughter! I love the sound.”
“Johannnn,” she protests, and I crawl over the mattress, stretching my body over hers. Hannah sighs happily and then shifts, rolling beneath me, her eyes meeting mine. They're big and bright and so deep that I could drown in them. “Hi.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” I say and lower myself until I’m flush against her, my weight resting on my elbows. Hannah’s hands rest on my shoulders, and her fingers toy with the short hair atthe nape of my neck, making goosebumps rise on my skin. “I quite like the look of you like this.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs, then she looks up at me shyly. “For everything.”