Page 25 of Better Than Expected

Fuck.

She filled her slowly, giving Hannah a moment – she always did – and as soon as Hannah unconsciously pressed her hips back into her, Caroline pressed down slightly with the hand on her back to stop her.

She felt Caroline lean over her back, driving her fingers even deeper, and Hannah cried out.

“You need to be quiet, though,” Caroline whispered against her neck, her hot breath falling against Hannah’s skin, making her shudder.

“I’m–” She couldn’t speak, her mouth opening with no words coming out, only the sounds that formed in the back of her throat.

She was about to fall apart, she was going to come, she loved Caroline, she trusted her.

“I know,” Caroline assured, groaning herself as Hannah felt herself clench.

God, it felt so good. So good. So good.

Hannah moaned again; she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help it with these sensations wracking through her body. Especially not when Caroline worked her other hand down Hannah’s front and moved up her thigh to touch her clit.

“You have to be quiet,” Caroline commanded against her ear. “Anyone could come in and see what I’m doing to you.”

Logically, she knew it wasn’t true. She knew that the door had a lock and that Caroline had shut the lights and locked it. But it still made her whimper weakly as Caroline fucked her harder.

“And I don’t want anyone to see you. I want to be the only one who does this to you, who gets to see you like this,” Caroline continued, her voice so low, and Hannah could only nod.

She bit her lip so hard to keep in her sounds, her hands gripping the edges of the desk until her knuckles turned white, and when Caroline rubbed her clit faster, keeping those fingers buried inside of her she, she –

“God!” She couldn’t stop herself as she fell over the edge.

Everything seemed to flip upside down, the world blurring at the edges while she rode out the pleasure, working her hips against Caroline’s hand jerkily.

It didn’t stop, the sensations running through her body for what felt like long, long minutes, while Caroline nuzzled at her neck, giving her soft kisses.

At long last, Hannah’s body totally relaxed and she laid against the desk with a contented sigh.

She loved the feeling of Caroline completely against her, her heart beating against her back.

“You are, you know,” she whispered, surprising herself. She often planned for the words to come out of her mouth and had to really sit with them first. But not these.

“Hmm?” Caroline hummed, before she straightened and slowly removed herself from Hannah, using her palms to smooth out her dress and gown.

Hannah nearly choked when Caroline slid her wet fingers into her mouth. She didn’t do it often, but Hannah still wasn’t used to it. Or how hot it made her. Hannah had to sit back on the edge of the desk to gather her strength for a minute.

She cleared her throat when Caroline grinned deviously at her and gestured for her to continue.

“Um – I was just… I mean. You are – you’re the only one who gets me, like that. Has ever gotten me… like that.”

Uninhabited. Wanting. Needing. Uncaring about what she looked like or what she sounded like.

She’d only ever slept with three people before Caroline. Her high school prom date whom she’d gone on a few dates with, a boy at a college party her first year, and then Michael. And she’d never really gotten out of her own head with them enough to be in the moment, and had definitely never felt comfortable enough to voice these wants.

And truly, she’d never wanted to feel overpowered in any way by them. That was something she’d maybe fantasized about by herself, but never saw herself doing with someone else.

Until Caroline.

Feeling a little exposed, she pushed herself off the desk and took a deep breath as she brushed her hands over herself, trying to figure out if there were any wrinkles she had to smooth out.

There must be, even though she’d ironed it –

Caroline reached out and stilled her hands. “You’re the only one who gets me like this, too.”

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