Page 48 of Can I Tell You Something?
“Good cold or bad cold?”
“Good. Don’t stop. Never stop.”
In the distance, dots of people weave their way down the hill and I thank my lucky stars their chalet doesn’t have a neighbour in this direction.
“Look, Hannah. Look at all those people skiing past.” She opens her eyes and I feel her clench. “Think they can see you getting your pussy filled up against the window?”
They’re so far away they probably can’t, but all Hannah can do is groan in response. “I can feel that, you know? You getting tighter on my dick. Dirty, dirty girl. You love this.”
“Yes, yes. I love it.”
“Lean back against me.” She’s so hot, I need to slow down or I’m going to embarrass myself soon. I pull her body to my chest by her shoulders and nudge her legs a little wider, keeping her impaled on my cock. One arm wraps around her front, squeezing her breast through her t-shirt, a perfect handful in my palm. The other strokes down over her stomach, seeking out the sensitive swollen bud between her legs.
A garbled moan escapes her throat, and she leans her head against my shoulder as I circle my fingers, spreading her wetness.
“So fucking hot hearing you when you don’t have to hold back and be quiet.” I press my open mouth to her neck, breathing into the tender skin there, feeling the vibration of her moans through her throat.
I find the right pace with my fingers, filling her deep, then rubbing her with slow, firm strokes before I pull back and do it all over again, a little faster each time. She whimpers every time I withdraw, her hands grasping for my wrist as I pull at her nipples, forehead nuzzling against my neck. She looks up at me, eyes wide, mouth gasping for air.
“Are you close, baby?” More whimpering. “You gonna come, Hannah? Right here on my cock with the world watching you?”
“Yes, Cam, fuck. Yes.”
I keep thrusting and rubbing, sucking at the side of her neck, then moving to take her earlobe between my teeth. “That’s it, my good girl. Right where I want you. Right where I own you.”
That’s all it takes to send her over the edge. Her moans give way to a roar as she grips my forearm tighter and trembles in my hold. I feel her clenching hard around me, the tightness of her thighs as her muscles spasm and shake. Her ass presses back against me, greedy, desperate to keep me deep until her orgasm subsides.
“Good girl,” I whisper over and over, planting kisses on her temple as her breathing slows. My hand, still wet from her pussy, turns her cheek towards me. Her mouth finds mine, tongue seeking heat. That spark fires once more.
Home,my heart sings.
I could tell from everything she’s told me so far that she has a praise kink, that she likes to submit. And as much as I love to control her, to push her and dominate her until she’s a whimpering mess, right now there’s something I need more.
I pull out slowly, careful not to lose the condom or send her crashing against the window. She looks over her shoulder at me, still panting, awaiting her next instruction.
“Upstairs. Now.”
She tugs her shorts up from where they’re bunched around her thighs and stands, catching herself on the mantelpiece as she wobbles on her way to the stairs. I should have carried her. I pull my pyjamas over my dick, catch up and keep her steady with my hands on her hips.
“My room.” I guide her along the upstairs hallway, kicking the door closed behind us. Hannah spins in my arms, looping hers around my neck.
“Cameron, that was…” She doesn’t need to finish the sentence. Not with me.
“I know, I know.”
I walk her back to the edge of the bed with my arms tight around her waist and guide her gently down on top of the covers. “Want more. Need you. Crawl up.”
She scrambles back quickly until her head hits my pillow.
“I don’t know how long we have, but please know if I had it my way, this would be us for the rest of the day.” I lift her t-shirt and press kisses to those perfect tits. All the way around her nipples, my tongue, heavy and flat on top of one, before sucking between my teeth. Hannah arches up into me.
“You’re so sensitive,” I moan around her flesh. “That’s my fantasy. A whole day in bed with you to learn all your most sensitive spots.”
“We definitely don’t have all day,” she argues. “Hurry.”
“I want to take my time with you.” I kiss down her belly, nibbling and tasting as I go until I settle on the bed between her feet. My fingertips hook into the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down and off before pushing my pyjamas down to my knees again. I catch her left ankle in my hand before it falls back to the bed and bring it to my mouth, sucking hard against the smooth skin there. I want to mark her some place nobody else will see.
“What’s your favourite position?”
