Page 87 of Dear Pink

I pin her to the sofa and hover above. Kissing her neck, my lips trail to her breasts, giving each one lavish attention. I suck, and she moans in my ear. Her hands on my body invite more touching, and I move lower, placing kisses and tongue swirls in spots to make her moan even louder. Her body sinks further into the soft couch. Her little sounds turn me on, and I throb with lust and desire to be inside her.

“Can we?” I ask after she’s quiet for a minute.

“Can we what?” she asks with a happy smirk on her face.

“Hannah, I want to be with you. It’s everything. But you lead the way.”

“Show me whatcha got, Mr. Fancy.”

I can’t roll the condom on fast enough. I take her breast in my mouth for a minute and say, “I’d love you on top. Seeing you fall apart makes me lose my mind.”

She lowers herself onto me, and I groan with pleasure. She fits perfectly. She moves, and I thrust up, meeting her and taking a nipple in my mouth.

“G . . . a . . . b . . . e.” She draws out my name.

“Yes, show me, Pink.” I watch her come apart.

“Damn,” she says after collapsing onto my chest.

“Hmm,” I agree and kiss her. “Wanna do it again?”

“You betcha,” she says, untangling herself. “Let's go to the bedroom this time. I need more space for my knees to get traction.”

“As you wish,” I say, smirking at her.

She peeks at me with a curious expression.

“Princess Bride? Tell me you’ve seen it.”

She shakes her head no.

“Seriously?”

“Inconceivable, right?” she says through giggles.

I scoop her into my arms and throw her over my shoulder.

“Got you twice. Of course, I’ve seen it.” She laughs.

I lower her gently to the bed and take her soft and ready lips.

“Gabe.” She moans my name and instantly my cock’s ready to go. “Do the tongue swirl.”

I enthusiastically oblige. She’s easy to please, so I spend the night making her happy.Die Hardand pizza will have to wait.

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At 6:00, my alarm goes off. Damn. I forgot to disable it the night before. Andre has the morning shift for the boarders, which means Pink and I have the entire day free. I reach over to turn off my phone and realize I’m alone in the bed. I shoot backward and scan the room. My house is too quiet. No coffee maker sounds. No creaking steps on the hardwood floors. No bathroom noises.

I crawl out of bed and throw on a pair of running shorts. Maybe Hannah’s an early riser and is on the sofa reading? I pad down the hall.

“Hannah?”

No answer.

“Hannah? Where are you?” I sing the words like a happy dork.

In the living room, I discover my clothes folded and stacked on the sofa. Hers are nowhere in sight. I enter the kitchen and find an old grocery receipt next to my coffee pot.

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