Page 47 of Playing it Country

Her hand covers mine and she laces our fingers together and begins circling her clit. I love how unapologetic she is about what she needs—what her body craves. It’s such a turn-on, and I have to work overtime not to slam into her and just keep the easy, sensual pace she wants.

I feel her walls start to flutter and my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. Sweat coats my body as I try and hold on a little longer—as I try and give her what she needs. Our hands push harder, circle harder, and then she’s coming apart in my arms, and I thrust into her and shatter as she cries out in ecstasy.

Panting and sated, Hannah starts laughing as she leans back into me. “I’m so glad you got over yourself.”

“Yeah, well, now we got a new problem,” I grumble as I ease out of her and discard the condom before scooping her up and carrying her into the bathroom. She yelps and then snuggles into my chest.

“What problem?”

I set her down and then turn on the shower and wait for the mirror to start to steam before guiding her under the spray.

”I was serious when I said you’re mine for as long as this thing between us lasts.”

“I know.” She hums as the hot water slides over every inch of her body.

“I don’t want some other guy thinkin’ he’s got a shot with you. If you want that then I’m out.”

She cracks an eye open and stares at me, annoyance plain on her face.

“I don’t need to be with someone else.”

“Need or want?”

“Both.” She squirts some shampoo into her hand. “Don’t ruin that perfectly magical wake-up orgasm.”

“You seduced me with your boobs and this is what happened.” I run my hand through my hair as she washes the shampoo down from her long dark strands.

“How’s your head, by the way?”

“Fine.” I gently touch my forehead. “So no one else.”

“You’re definitely ruining the orgasm.”

“Don’t sass me, Hot Girl.”

She fans her face with her hand. “You’re sexy when you act all growly, Stud.”

“I’m not growly—that’s Hank’s job. I’m just…” I lean back against the shower wall and sigh because even I know I sound crazy.

“You want a label?” She says the word like it’s worst thing to ever pass her lips, and I roll my eyes playfully.

“Might be fun.” I smirk and then my mouth hangs open as Hannah runs her soapy hands over her body, paying special attention to her tits. She’s doing it on purpose and it’s working.

I never would have said I was a breast man before Hannah, but I’m obsessed with the way they barely fit in my hands and those damn dusty-pink nipples.

“Can I pick?”

“Hmm?” I have no idea what she said because her hand is drawing little designs in the soap dripping down her abdomen.

“Sexy giver of orgasms?”

“What?” My eyes snap to her and she snickers.

“Distracted?”

“Very.”

“So then why are you worrying about labeling something right this second when I could just as easily be down on my knees right here for you?”

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