One More Time

Something was wrong. I knew Hannah and could see it on her face. Maybe it was about Shawna and that whole scene. That would probably fuck with anyone. But, maybe there was something more. We had been so caught up in my problems, and she had been doing so much for me, that she'd been kind of neglected. I could see that she was going through some shit and needed me.

She stepped out, wearing a long heather gray nightshirt and a pair of short-short style underwear with pink fringe at the bottom. Cute, sexy as hell, but totally unintentional. After all, Hannah would never try to entice me intentionally. That wasn't her style.

Besides, she'd already told me, in no uncertain terms, that fucking her was off the table.

Her pajamas weren't the only thing that caught my eye, though. Tears had been wiped away, leaving wet streaks on her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy. I stood up and crossed the room. I went to her quickly and was standing before her in a flash. She tried to look away from me, but I lifted her chin and forced her to meet my gaze.

“What's wrong, Hannah?” I asked again, this time more firmly.

“What you said on the phone, Eli –” her voice cracked.

“Yeah, about what?”

“About if something were to happen to me. Did you mean it?”

Her blue eyes looked so crystalline and pure. Like an endless sea, deep and unfathomable. The presence of tears didn't help matters. My insides were tied in knots as we stared into each other's eyes. I wasn't sure what she wanted. What she wanted me to say. I wanted to give her what she needed, but I didn't have the first clue what that was.

“That I wouldn't know what I'd do without you?” I asked. “Hell, yeah, I meant every word.”

“Why? Why would you say something like that to me -- after what we've been through?” she asked, her voice sounding miserable. “You knew what that would do to me.”

I ran my fingers gently along her jaw and chin, and she didn't stop me.

“You're mad at me for caring about you now?” I couldn't help but laugh at the irony. “Hannah, I can't help how I feel – you don't want to be with me, fine. But, you can't stop me from loving you –”

Before I finished the sentence though, she reached up to smack me, but I caught her hand and held it in the air. She might think that fighting me was the way to keep us apart, but she was damn wrong. The more she fought, the more I wanted her. Her feistiness was one of the sexiest things about her.

Hannah backed up, her back against the wall and her hand still in mine. I pressed that hand above her head, and I pressed my body to hers. I expected her to fight back, to tell me to get off her, but she didn't. She stared up at me with lust in her eyes. Her tongue licked her lower lip, and I watched every movement, remembering the way her mouth used to taste. Deciding that we'd already pushed things that far, I did the unthinkable – I leaned down and kissed her.

Her lips didn't part for me, not at first. She was stiff and unmoving against me, but she didn't fight it either. I nibbled her lower lip and she whimpered, finally opening her mouth and allowing our tongues to meet.

“Eli, I –”

“Shhh,” I whispered, dropping down to kiss along her neck and jaw.

She leaned her head back against the wall and let out a deep sigh. Her free hand moved along the base of my neck, and I let go of the other one I'd been holding.

“Stop fighting it, Hannah,” I said. “You know you want this as much as I do.”

She relaxed in my arms as she succumbed to the need inside of us both. I lifted her off the ground, pressing her up against the wall, and kissed her long and hard as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My erection strained against my jeans, pressing against her tiny little body and she groaned against my lips.

“I need to be inside of you, Hannah,” I muttered, turning around with her still in my arms.

I carried her to the bed, and together, we fell upon it. I slipped her shorts down and tossed them on the floor, and found she wasn't wearing panties underneath. I rubbed myself against her smooth skin, pressing between the folds of her until I could feel her wetness.

She was soaking wet. There was no denying her lust for me now.

I fingered her tight little pussy while kissing her soft, tender lips. Her body arched upward, begging for more. I couldn't wait a second longer, so I removed my belt and tossed it to the floor. She fumbled with my zipper, her entire body trembling with need. I helped her with the zipper, and she slid her small hands down the waistband of my pants and took hold of my cock. I groaned and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

“Jesus Christ, Hannah –” I growled.

She stroked the head of my cock, rolling the pre-cum around the tip as she stared up at me with large, doe eyes. God, she was so fucking beautiful. No woman had ever come close to her, in all these years. No one did it to me like Hannah Ross, my own stepsister.

I inched my jeans down on my hips, and Hannah helped push them the rest of the way off. I kicked them free along with my boxers. Hannah pulled on me, yanking me until I fell down on top of her. She wasn't begging with her words, but her movements and that look in her eye told me everything I needed to know.

Holding myself above her, I kissed her lips once more as she wrapped her legs around me, arching upward as I thrust downward, my cock piercing the warm, wet center of her. As I slipped deep within her, joining us together at last, she cried out.

Hannah whimpered as my cock parted her sweet lips and called my name as I drove myself deep inside of her. The warmth of her pussy, along with the wetness, drove me mad. I buried myself balls deep into her with a low groan.