Page 22 of Sweet Temptation
She's right. She can't be open if I'm hiding from her, but how do you tell someone what I do? How do they hear that? If I tell her, she'll run.
I feel my heart slam into my chest as the words leave her lips. "Hanna…" I don't even have the words coming from my mouth before my hands reach for her cheeks and I kiss her. The passion of this kiss is different from the first kiss we had. I kiss Hanna with everything I have, losing myself in her, her scent, her smell, her taste. Her hands find my hair as our lips move in sync like they were made for each other. I know I should pull away because she just expressed everything to me, and I didn't say anything.
After what seems like hours, I pull away from her and stare into her green eyes. "The night you called me and said you needed me… That night, I knew eventually we'd be here. I'd have to be truthful, but I can't do that tonight. Not yet." Hanna watches me closely, her eyes searching mine. "Han," I breathe, wanting her to understand the pressure in my chest.
The reasons why I can't tell her the truth.
Hanna reaches for me and kisses me again, her tongue slipping into my mouth. All passion disappears as she kisses me with desperation and need. She needs me. My hands grip her ass as I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. Our kiss doesn't break as I open the sliding door and bring the two of us back inside the warmth of the house.
I ignore the raging party around us as I whisper in her ear, "Let's go somewhere quiet." Hanna nods, laying her head on my shoulder as I carry her upstairs into my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. Gently, I set her on her feet, searching her eyes for any sign of regret, but I didn't find any. "So what do you…" I don't get to finish as Hanna attacks my lips, gripping my jacket as she stands on her toes.
I pull away, staring at her. "We… Hanna, I don't think we should," I whisper. Even though I want to taste her. I need to taste her.
She stares up at me with hurt in her eyes before she stares at the floor. "I want to," she whispers.
I focus on my mind as I come up with a solution. "I have a better idea. What if I only pleasure you, just for tonight." Hanna watches me for a few moments before she nods slowly.
Taking a step toward her, I press my lips to hers again, her arms wrapping around my neck as she deepens the kiss, attacking my lips and tongue with her own. "Keep my bra on, please," she whispers against my lips. I nod, continuing to kiss her. My hands slide down the booty shorts before I remove the police belt and the cap. Hanna's lips trace my own, her tongue sliding over mine.
My fingers slide to the tube top, pulling it up over her head, and I can't describe how hard I am just by seeing her in her bra and panties. Hanna Monroe is the sexiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Lifting her up, her legs wrap around my waist as I walk to the bed. Laying her down, I crawl over her, my lips attaching to her neck as I kiss down her body.
Hovering over her breasts, I look up at her before I do anything else. Hanna watches me as she slowly nods, lust filling her gorgeous green eyes. I pull down her bra, feeling my balls tighten at the sight of her tits. Fuck me. She's killing me here. Capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the bud before giving the same attention to the other. Hanna's breathing increases as her breathy moans fill the room.
I pull her bra back over her breasts, my lips travelling down her body, kissing over her stomach and down to her panties. I lift my eyes and look at her again before I touch her. Hanna nods, her breasts rising and falling as my mouth lingers over her pussy. Gripping her panties, I gently slide them down her legs, dropping them beside the bed before I admire the sight before me.
"That is, by far, the sexiest pussy I've ever seen," I whisper, breathing softly against her clit. Hanna's breathing has increased since I slid her panties off, and the red in her cheeks has deepened. Pressing my tongue against her, I slide my tongue along her folds before flicking it over her clit. Hanna's back arches as a moan escapes from her lips. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I slide a finger inside her, pumping gently, while my tongue assaults her clit.
Lifting my gaze up, I lock eyes with her as a grin covers my lips. "Saving all this for me, are you? So damn wet… so sweet… tastes like nectar of the gods."
Her moans and gasps fill my bedroom as I continue to pleasure her, hitting every spot I notice she seems to like. Once again, I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking softly as I pump my finger in and out of her. Her legs shake as she grinds against my lips, gasping and moaning my name as I continue to pleasure her.
I hear movement outside my door, and moving my fingers and tongue from Hanna, I watch the shadow outside the door. My eyes scan the floor where the shadow lingers. I hear the sound of wires and plugs being put together, and before I know it, "Cookie" by R. Kelly is being blasted into my bedroom. Shaking my head, I ignore the person or persons trying to be dicks and return to what I was doing.
Sliding my finger back inside Hanna, I slide my tongue against her clit, causing her to shutter. Picking up the pace again, I pump my finger in and out of her as she moans and gasps in response. My tongue returns to the assault on her clit. I wrap my lips around her clit again, sucking harshly as my finger slides in and out of her. Hanna gasps loudly as a moan escapes her lips, her legs shaking as she grinds against my lips and fingers.
Sliding my tongue against her, I continue pumping before I lift my head and watch her. "Come for me, Han," I whisper seductively as my finger pumps in and out of her. My tongue attacks her clit once more, causing her to moan louder.
She tightens around my finger as a breathy scream escapes her lips. "Damon!" she moans as her legs shake relentlessly. I slowly slide my finger in and out of her until she's gasping for air. Her orgasm tastes like sweet nectar, and fuck, I could eat her for every single meal.
Removing myself from between her thighs and crawling up beside her, I pull her into my arms. "Damon," she whispers against my chest.
"Yes?" I smile, kissing her forehead, but there's no answer. Her breathing becomes softer as she lays curled into my body, catching her breath. Grabbing my blanket, I pull it over her body as she falls into a deep sleep. Smiling, I kiss her head before climbing off the bed and opening the door.
I grab the key to my door before I exit, locking Hanna safely into my bedroom. Making my way downstairs, I glare at Sam and Damien as they chuckle when they catch my eye. "Real nice, assholes," I growl.
"Well, I thought it was hilarious." Sam smirks.
Damien grins at me. "How did she taste?"
I glare at him. "As if you'll ever find out."
Ace shakes his head as he watches his two friends torture me. "You two are dicks."
I smile at Ace before glaring at the other two. "Go find a puck bunny to bury yourself in and leave me and Hanna out of your shit," I reply as I head back up the stairs to the bedroom.
This woman drives me crazy. I need her, and maybe that's weakness, but I don't believe it is—only time will tell. But one thing is for sure… there isn't a chance in hell I'll ever let her go.
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