Page 16 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
“But if we’re being honest, I want to spend more time with you in general. I don’t see how this would be a bad situation.”
She gapes at me before tossing the pillow to her side. Hannah begins wiping her hands on her pants but stops abruptly.
“Are you bleeding?” I ask as I toss the rag to the side.
There is a dark stain spreading across her thigh that I didn’t notice earlier. Hannah didn’t seem to notice it until now either. All the color drains from her face.
“I don’t do well with blood,” she says, her voice wavering as she looks at me.
“One minute.” I get up and head to the kitchen.
When I come back with a first aid kit, Hannah is still looking at the blood on her hand. I take her hand and wipe it on my jeans, blending her blood with the blood that’s already there.
“Stop looking at it.” I grab the hem of her pants and pull them down her long legs.
I bite back a groan as I glance at the black lacey underwear she wears. Now is not the time to have an erection.
As I open the kit, she looks away from the cut. It is a shallow one, but it’s long and oozing blood. I take out an antiseptic wipe and clean up the wound. She hisses as the sharp sting touches her skin.
“Stop being a baby,” I say, my tone teasing as I look up at her. “Everything is going to be fine. I don’t think that we’ll have to amputate the leg tonight, but we might have to take a second look in the morning.”
She looks down at me and rolls her eyes as I hold a clean gauze pad against the cut. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Come on, you wanted to smile at that one at least a little. I know you did.”
“I’m still pissed off at you,” she says as I pull away the gauze and replace it with a bandage.
I kiss her inner thigh, grinning when her breath hitches. As much as she wants to be upset with me, I know when I see the fire in her eyes that she doesn’t mind what I’m doing right now.
Emotions are running high, and when her fingers run through my hair, I’m sure she wants me.
“We’re going to talk about this more later,” Hannah says, her voice cracking as I nip at her sensitive flesh. “I’m not done with this conversation.”
“I think we’re done with it for now,” I say as I hook a finger in the flimsy lace and pull it to the side.
Her eyes roll back at the first swipe of my tongue through her wet folds. Hannah’s fingers weave through my hair, holding my head to her as I hook her leg over my shoulder.
“We’re definitely talking about this later.”
“Yeah, sure. We can circle back to it.” I swirl my tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She chuckles, the noise low and throaty. It sends a rush through my body that only makes me want her more.
“You think you’re funny.”
I slide my fingers into her, massaging her inner walls as they start to pulsate around me. “I know I’m funny.”
Her moans fill the room as I flick my tongue in time with the thrusting of my fingers. Hannah’s hips rise off the couch, meeting my thrusts. Her legs start to shake around me as her first orgasm crashes through her.
When she comes down from her high, I kiss her. She nips at my bottom lip, her hands roaming my body. Hannah works quickly, pulling my clothing off and tossing it to the side.
I finish stripping away her clothes and kiss my way down her neck and across her chest.
Hannah moans as I take one of her nipples into my mouth while I roll the other between my fingers. When I switch sides, her back arches and her nails rake across my shoulders.
When I can’t hold back any longer, I pick her up and pin her against the wall. Hannah writhes between my body and the wall as I slide into her. I groan as her inner walls clench around my hardened length.
I knot one hand in her hair, using my grip to pull her face to mine for a searing kiss. She moans as she claws at my shoulders, her hips circling to take me deeper.
