Her voice cracks, and she lets out a shuddering breath.
“I need to feel you again so I can stop feeling them.”
Pressure behind my eyes threatens to give way, but I blink it back. Hannah releases my hand, lies down again, and then runs her hand over my hip. She grips my shaft, stroking it slowly as I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling. I reach for her thigh, and she wraps it around my hip. Running my hand up over her ass, I lean over to kiss her again.
My dick throbs in her hand, and I gasp into her mouth as she squeezes the shaft for a moment. She slides her fingers over my balls, sending tingles up my spine. I caress her back and then cup her face with my hand.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes.”
“Please, tell me you’ll stop me if you need to. I know I keep saying it, but I want you to be sure. I want to be sure.”
“I will. Falk, it’s okay. I want this so much. I need it.”
Staring into her eyes, I find them dark and shimmering with desire. Her mouth is partially open, and the heat from her breath touches my skin. My pulse increases as I brush my thumb over her lips.
She really wants this.
I run my hands all over her. I don’t want to leave a single square inch of skin untouched. I want to go down on her—feel her come on my face—but I’m honestly not sure how to do that with her stomach the way it is. I stay on my side and opt for another tactic. Reaching down between her legs, I slowly part her folds and slip a finger inside. She’s warm and soft, so I add another finger as she groans and bites down on her lip.
Circling her clit with my thumb, I press my lips to hers, cradling her head with my free hand. Our tongues meet, and she grabs the back of my head to bring me closer and deepen the kiss. I feel warm everywhere as well as slightly dizzy.
I just want to give her everything.
It’s been so long, and I can’t wait any longer. I get up on my knees and look her over, trying to figure out what angle to use. I don’t think I can kneel between her legs and hold her up without putting her in a really awkward position, so I drop my feet to the floor. I reach under her and pull her body to the edge of the bed.
Hannah cringes and twists her body. She pulls her knees up and stretches, but her expression doesn’t change.
“Not working?” I ask.
“My back hurts,” she says.
I should have thought of that.
“Roll over?”
“Yeah,” she says, “I think that will work better.”
I help Hannah get to her hands and knees, and then she crawls up to the head of the bed so I can get behind her. I run my hands over her ass, enjoying the view. My cock bobs up and down, as if it knows exactly what’s in front of it. I scoot up closer, sliding it between her legs. I look down and half expect to see a little hand reaching out.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Nothing is going to grab you.
I slide in slowly, wanting to be as gentle as I can. She feels different—as if my cock is surrounded by a nest of silk pillows instead of gripped by a silk glove. My balls tighten up, and I nearly come in her immediately.
“Oh, fuck, Hannah! You feel so good.”
“Please,” she whispers, “more.”
Leaning over her back, I reach around and cup her tits in my hands. They’re so much bigger now, and her nipples feel huge under my fingertips.
I love it.
I pinch them gently, rolling them and pulling on them until I feel her clench around me with every stroke. With one arm still wrapped around her torso, I reach around her belly to her clit, slowly circling it—matching the movements of my thrusts.
“Oh, God!” Hannah pushes back against me, and I nearly lose my balance.
I pull back and shove forward with my hips, and she arches her back against my chest. Her breaths come in short gasps, and she digs her fingers into the blanket on the bed as she starts to shudder.