Page 32 of Hidden While In Sight

Something inside Diego broke. “I promise you, Hannah, there won’t be any pain. But if you tell me to stop, I’m stopping.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, a single tear slipping free and gutting him. Diego used his thumb to wipe it away.

“I’m not strong enough,” she whispered.

“I’ve seen your strength, Hannah. You have grit, and you endure. But you don’t have to be strong with me. Ask me to take care of you, and I will.” His thumb continued to stroke. It was impossible not to touch her in at least a small way.

“Desire leads to sin leads to death,” she murmured, as if repeating something she had memorized. “I know this is a sin.” Her hands slid up his chest to his shoulders to wrap around his neck, sending the most delicious sensation through him. “I want it anyway. I’m just terrified to take that step.”

He lifted her into his arms, startling her into clinging to his neck. “Then I’ll carry you into it,” he decided, crossing with her to the bed she shared with her husband.

Diego had seen the couple sleep side by side most nights, but he’d never seen Ashford force himself on his wife in their bed. It made placing her on top of the neatly made comforter easier, and he followed her down, bracing himself over her so she could feel his heat but not his weight. She really was the perfect height for him, and it was impossible to keep his erection, still contained by his sweats, from pressing between her legs.

He groaned at the way she felt beneath him.

She gasped at the contact, her blank expression fading into a fragile hope.

His eyes dropped to her lips. He’d given her multiple orgasms once before, but he hadn’t kissed her. As he lowered his head, she stiffened beneath him and released him, covering her mouth.

“S-stop!” Her hands muffled the word.

She wanted the pleasure he could give her, but not him. The idea of it crashed down on him, slowing his heartbeat. It made sense. He was tainted. Too tainted for someone like Hannah.

He was going to have her anyway, but on her terms.

“Don’t kiss you?” he asked, moving his lips to the top of her chest to kiss her above the slight swell of her breasts. “Or stop touching you altogether?”

Hannah’s tension remained even as her hands slid off her mouth to rest beside her head on the pillow. “Oh no. See? I already said ‘stop.’” Her hair slid on the pillow as she shook her head. “I didn’t want to.”

“You didn’t?” He kissed higher, finding the fluttering pulse in her neck and tonguing it, even though he really wanted to suck. “So you want to kiss me, Hannah?” he asked, lifting his head to search her eyes.

“He never kisses me,” she whispered. Her fingers moved to the damaged side of her face. “I’m not good at it. My mouth—”

His lips silenced the corner of her mouth he could reach. Then he nipped the tip of her finger, making her suck in a breath as she shivered under him.

“Remove that hand,” he encouraged her, wanting to grab it and jerk it away himself.

Her hand slid to the side, and he captured her lips.

He tried to keep their first kiss light, not to take her too fast, but she tasted like some potent combination of mint and sunshine, exactly what he’d been imagining. His lips moved against hers. She was as awkward as she’d claimed, only part of her mouth kissing him in return. He’d been intent on enticing her, but as soon as she began to soften beneath him, her hands returning to the back of his neck, his mouth slanted over hers again and again, intent on overwhelming her instead.

His hips rocked into her with each pass, his cock too desperate for the friction to stop.

She couldn’t voice any protest, he realized, and he told himself to slow down. Instead, he used his tongue to swipe at the crease of her lips, wanting her to let him in. She made the sexiest little groaning sound before her lips parted.

His tongue swept inside her mouth, stroking in rhythm to the rocking of his hips. A sheen of sweat returned to his body as he fucked her mouth with his tongue, already imagining how good it would feel to be inside her.

Her fingers clung to his neck, and her legs parted wider beneath him, letting him sink more fully against her. It was his turn to groan, his grip hard on her thigh as he pulled it even wider to rub his cock right where it wanted to be.

He stared into her dazed eyes, feeling her shudder as he rocked into her clit. Her mouth stopped returning his kiss as she focused on the sensation. A sliver of sanity slid inside to mingle with his need. If he made her orgasm with his cock, he’d shove his sweats down just enough to free it and sink into her.

Diego’s cock ached for just that, but he didn’t want a quick fuck. He wanted to draw out every second, make her cry out in all the right ways.

He swiped her lower lip with his tongue as he lifted his mouth away. That she whimpered at the loss and tried to tighten her hold and pull him back made him reward her with a swift kiss and another rock into her clit that dragged out a gasp against his lips.

“You can fucking kiss, mami.” His voice was rough as he trailed his lips along her throat, ignoring her tugs to return to her mouth. “But I want every part of you.” He tracked down her chest to the slight swell, kissing right over her nipple before swiping it with his tongue. “Especially these cherry tits.”

He swiped with his tongue again, his cock unhappily pressed into the bed instead of between her sweet thighs. It could just fuck off. Hannah’s back arched off the bed, presenting her breasts to him for the taking and making his head spin.

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