Page 23 of Hidden While In Sight

Her cream dripped all over his fucking hand as she cried out and her legs buckled.

He hadn’t prepared to take her full weight. His hand flattened on her chest as he took the brunt of their fall to the ground. He clutched her against his chest and worked her through her orgasm, whispering in her ear.

“So fucking gorgeous. You come so beautifully. The way you clutch my fingers makes me hot. Someday, I want to feel that around my cock.”

As her body melted in his arms, he slowed his thrusting fingers, but he didn’t stop. She was truly soaked now, dampening the lace all around her crotch and dripping down his goddamn wrist. He caught some on his thumb, swiping it over her clit in delicate strokes as his hand on her stomach returned to her cherry nipples.

She let out a moan, and her ass ground into his stiff cock.

His hips lifted from the ground before he forced them still, thrusting his fingers inside her as his thumb continued to swirl and his fingers plucked.

“D-Diego?” she asked, confusion in her voice as her hips moved into his touch.

“I love you saying my name. I want to hear you say it when you come this time.” He nipped at her ear, rolling her nipple and her clit in the same rhythm. “I’ll keep making you come until you say it.”

“Oh, God,” Hannah moaned as her cunt fluttered around his fingers. She arched into his next thrust and climaxed again.

He grew lightheaded, and any praise stuck in his throat as he continued to fuck into her with his fingers, desperately wishing it was his cock she tightened on. He pinched her nipple tighter as she came down from her high. His knees lifted, spreading her thighs wider. His fingers slipped free to focus on her clit so his cock could press against her, with only his sweats separating them.

He worked her clit faster as their breaths grew more and more choppy together.

“You still haven’t screamed my name,” Diego said. “Is that on purpose? How many times can you come, Hannah?”

Her head turned into his neck, and she surprised him by biting into it to muffle her scream as she orgasmed, her wetness coating the front of his sweats as the nerves at the base of his spine tightened and he creamed himself, pressing his cock hard against her as he came.

His legs lowered, boneless. He panted through the release. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, his mind blissed out from coming so hard his ears rang. He lazily slipped his fingers back inside her, still feeling those flutters as he stroked. He palmed her breast, too dazed to pinch. “I can’t believe you made me come. But you still haven’t called my name doing it.”

Her ass covered his softening cock. She was too exhausted to arch into him anymore. “Please,” she begged, reaching down to clutch at his wrist.

He paused. “Are you saying you don’t want any more, Hannah?”

Her hair caressed his chest as she shook her head, her hand falling away.

He resumed his slow strokes, humming in his throat as her body began to shiver. “Then you’ll give me one more, with my name on your lips this time.” The moment seemed to stretch between them as her body continued to shake and tighten.

He slipped his fingers out, rewarded with her grunt of protest before his soaked fingers found her clit and pinched.

“Diego!” she cried, her chest arching her back away from him as she soaked his sweats even more.

He let his hand move away from her sex, turning her so he could clutch her to his chest with both hands. She shuddered and gasped against his neck. He loved the feel of her cherry nipples against his tattooed chest.

“You’re mine now, Hannah,” he whispered in her ear, the truth of it settling deep in his bones.

She was too tired to argue, mumbling something incoherent into his skin as she fell into an exhausted sleep.

The light through the glass doors had faded. Her husband would realize she was gone when he returned to their bedroom, but would he care?

Diego let himself stroke over her body, memorizing the feel of her as he went. Her skin was all tight and hard from her lack of weight, nowhere near as silky as her nightie. He didn’t need silky and soft. He just needed Hannah.

As her breathing grew even and slow, he slid the straps of her nightie into place and pulled himself together enough to lift her in his arms. Their sliding glass door was locked, and he wondered where she’d slipped outside. It was simple enough to jimmy the latch, and he entered the Ashfords’ house with her but moved past the couch there and on to the den she preferred, not bothering with the lights.

After lowering her to the couch cushions, he cupped her cheek, memorizing the deeper shadows of her lashes. Waking up inside, she might really believe it was all a fever dream, even with her thighs sticky from her multiple orgasms.

He’d just have to remind her it had been real, he decided, reaching for the blanket on the back of the couch and spreading it over her before slipping back out of the house. He should clean off the stickiness of his own release, though the smell of her on his sweatpants was sure to inspire him to jerk out another before he would sleep.

Chapter 12

Hannah slept in for the first time Diego had ever seen. He was an arrogant asshole for the pride that gave him. His satisfaction only increased when she sat up abruptly and her face flooded with more emotion than he’d seen before. It was too bad that the emotions were guilt mixed with embarrassment. Her cheeks burned as her gaze dropped to her lap. The way her head hung, she was definitely second-guessing her choices the night before. Or, hell, she could be doubting her own sanity over how real her “dream” had been.

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