Page 66 of Hidden While In Sight

Chapter 27

The nightmare image of his mother’s dead eyes plagued Diego for most of the night. He finally managed to will it away in the early hours of the morning, dropping into a deep sleep that felt almost drugging with Hannah’s heat wrapped around him.

He woke drowsy and horny. Hannah was already awake. In fact, she was kissing all over his neck, with a slow, subtle, but blazingly sensual rocking of her lower body against his morning erection.

When her mouth opened, wet and dragging against his skin, sucking with a breathy little moan that she tried to hide from him, he almost lost his goddamn mind.

“Taking advantage of me in my sleep, mami?” Diego teased in a gruff voice still heavy with sleep. He regretted his teasing when her mouth froze mid-suck. Her body also grew still.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top. Her head lifted, and her eyes held doubt mixed with her desire. He wanted to obliterate the doubt he’d created and leave only the desire.

Diego cupped her face, not dragging it to him but lifting his head to brush a kiss over her mouth, teasing at her lips with his tongue before pulling away.

“You can wake me up this way any time you want,” he reassured her.

Hannah leaned into his kiss the second time, her mouth open and inviting, her tongue greedy as it pushed into his mouth first.

His hands dropped to her hips, showing her how he wanted her to move against his straining cock. Soon she was rolling against him in her own rhythm of need, sexy and loose as she warmed up her own body against him.

She still wore that damn nightie, but their lips never parted long enough for him to strip it off her. Where it rode up, he felt the edge of her lacy, crotchless panties. He both hated and loved them. She’d worn them for him, but he couldn’t forget his realization that Ashford had bought them for her so he’d have easier access to fuck her whenever he wanted.

He doubted that she’d gotten wet with Ashford. He turned off the thought, focusing on how good she felt to him instead. With every writhe of her body, a dampness soaked into his sweats, both from her on the outside and from the pre-cum mess he was making on the inside.

Her tongue fucked into his mouth in her excitement, her breaths panting and desperate as she arched against his cock.

Diego’s hands moved to his sweats and dragged them down low enough to free his cock. Her next writhing movement slid along his length, coating him with her cream and making him groan with his own need.

She stilled at the feel of him there, lifting her hungry mouth from his to stare into his eyes.

“Make a mess of me, Hannah,” he begged, rocking his hips up into her, letting her spread slit soak the length of his cock. “Or take me, if that’s what you want.” He let his arms fall to his sides, feeling the fast and heavy beating of his heart all the way down through his fingertips. “You’re in control. Do whatever feels good.”

She continued to stare into his eyes as she lowered her mouth back to his. She licked along his lower lip as he’d done to her earlier, and sensation flew from his lip to his needy cock. He groaned again, stopped his hips from bucking. Whatever she saw in his eyes had her own dilating in need as she rubbed against him, so fucking wet that she was dripping on his length.

Her mouth turned greedy, with tongue and the slightest nip of teeth. She whined in her throat as she moved against him, her tightened nipples in that silky scrap of material rubbing against his chest until they were peaked and needy as well.

“Inside,” she gasped against his lips, not lifting enough to fully part them. “I want you inside me.”

His hand moved to his cock, losing his breath as he felt the absolute mess she’d made of him. His slick grip angled his erection away from his body on her next lift, notching the tip against her entrance.

Hannah stilled, her hooded eyes focusing on his.

Their lips were so close that his moved against hers as he said, “Only if—”

She took him in one downward motion that blanked out his mind. Her sweet, slick pussy squeezed around his cock, and he hissed air out between his teeth as the perfect feel of it flooded through his body, curling him toward her.

His head thudded back against the bed, and he panted for breath. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he groaned when he could speak, his hips rocking up into her before he forced himself to be still again.

Hannah’s body had stopped moving, and a tremor ran through her, making her lips tremble against his.

“Hey. Look at me.” Diego brushed her hair back from her face as her eyes focused on him again. “You good?”

She swallowed and nodded in his loose grip. Small trembles continued to move through her, though.

He stroked his hands over her hair and along her arms, soothing her even as his body tried to tell him to fuck her until he came. Her pussy clutched around him, as if realizing all over again that she was impaled on his cock, and he gritted his teeth to keep from thrusting deeper.

“Lift off if you need to stop,” he offered as he stroked her shoulders again.

Her tongue came out, swiping over that slightly sagging lip of hers and making him want to growl and take her until she screamed his name.

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