“Don’t worry, we can start off with something simple.”
Simple.
He had no intentions of making love to her in a dull, conventional manner, if that was what she inferred—or of ever letting their love life become stale, either. She was a tactile, sensual woman, although even she might not know the full extent of it, yet. Their first night together, she’d been so curious. So eager. So willing to do whatever he asked. She was only inhibited in that she was used to traditional. He had a cure for that.
Last time, they’d had the possibility of someone walking in on them to contend with, which was why they’d remained partially clothed. Hannah had sat on his lap, just like this, with her dress hiked to her hips and the straps of her dress at her waist. She’d looked so beautiful, but they’d been flirting with each other all night, and riding a high—so to speak—so it had been glorious, but far too quick. He’d left her satisfied, though. Her orgasm hadn’t been faked. The second one either, although he’d had to be more creative with that one. He’d start off with creativity, tonight.
“Them’s fightin’ words, ma’am. Challenge accepted.”
He tipped her off his lap and onto the sofa, positioning her arms over her head. Then slowly, while she watched him, he began removing the pins from her hair, one at a time, untangling the soft strands and smoothing them out until her tresses were free. He enjoyed the feel of them as they slid over his hands and between his fingers.
“Normally, I’d suggest we help each other undress,” he said. “We still can. I’m more than happy to remove your clothes for you. But it occurs to me that you’ve never seen me perform. Want to find out why I earned the big tips when I was stripping?”
“I already know. I saw you dance at the wedding.”
“If you thought that was a stripper show, then you’ve never seen a real performance, before. I need music.” He grabbed his phone and thumbed in Man 2 Man’s “Male Stripper” off YouTube. He liked the quick Eurobeat because he could take off his clothes as fast or as slow as he wanted.
Tonight, he opted for slow. He got as far as his trousers by the end of the song.
From there, the show became a team effort. The thong disappeared. Then the dress. He discovered she wore the type of bra he particularly enjoyed. He dragged a finger along the tops of the cups before the bra joined the pile of clothes on the floor. She unfastened his pants and worked them down his thighs, then, while on her knees, freed his erection from his shorts. She took it in her hand and gave the tip an experimental lick with her tongue, then traced the rim, her eyes fastened on his. He felt the jolt all the way up his spine and down the backs of his legs.
He definitely was not going to make love to her in a traditional way.
“Come here,” he said, and seconds later, had her bent over the back of the sofa so that she had her back to him, her buttocks resting against the fronts of his thighs, with his erection cradled between the rounds of her cheeks and his chest pressed to her shoulders. He smoothed her hair to the side and nuzzled her throat while he ran his hand over her hip to her firm belly. She had smooth, beautiful skin that soaked up the faint light in the room and he loved to touch every inch of her. She clutched the sofa with both hands and moaned when he stroked the underside of her breast and lightly tugged at the nipple.
“It’s okay to talk during sex. You can tell me what you’d like me to do for you,” he said. “My imagination’s pretty good. I can come up with lots of things on my own. But let’s start with what you think you might like.”
“I want you inside me,” she said.
And didn’t those words, and the soft, eager tone in which they were uttered, make him so ready to comply. But he’d thought about her for months. Dreamed of her.Wantedher. And he wanted her to want him at least half as much, so tonight was about her, and learning what gave her the most pleasure.
“And I will be,” he said, praying he wasn’t overplaying his hand, and that he could last a little while longer, since he’d started this game. “But if I do that, then it’s over too soon and there’s so much more I can do for you, first. Use your imagination and ask me for anything. I promise, you won’t shock me. What do you like?”
“I like when you touch me. Here.” She guided his hand into the place between her thighs. He eased a finger inside her. She was so warm and ready—so freakinghotfor him—that he almost reconsidered allowing their lovemaking session to draw out any longer.
He began stroking her cleft, in and out, and breathed into her ear. “Like this?”
“Yes.” She arched her back, pressing tighter against him, and sighed with such pleasure, his testicles clenched in response. “Yes.”
So much for drawing things out. He slid inside her from behind, slowly, carefully, until she writhed beneath his touch and begged him for more. He held one hand against her belly, helping her steady herself as she clutched the back of the sofa, and palmed her hip with the other, fighting hard for control, but he was well past the point where he could deny his own urges. He thrust harder, and deeper, and oh, God, but she felt so magnificent around him as tiny, internal muscles gripped and massaged his hard length. He paused for a second, just to enjoy the sensations she gave him, then set the rhythm as she moved along with him to absorb every thrust. He smoothed his palm along the length of her arched spine and whispered encouragement as he felt her draw closer to orgasm.
“Let it go,” he said, his knees shaking from the effort of holding back.
Her whole body trembled. The gripping and massaging sensations washed over him in a tsunami of indescribable pleasure. When she cried out, Dallas, caught up in her release, lost control of his own. A harsh, guttural groan escaped him as he came. After that, for long moments, there was nothing but the sounds of them breathing.
Withdrawing, leaving all of that warmth and pleasure, nearly had him in tears. He gathered her into his arms for fear they both might collapse. A trip to the emergency room so wasn’t going to happen tonight.
“To the bedroom,” he said, and stooping down, flipped her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry that soon had her breathless with laughter. He clapped his hand on her bare backside, which was so temptingly close to his face, and gave it a possessive rub.
He had great plans for it shortly.
*
Hannah
“I’ve got togo.”
Dallas, half-dressed, was a sight to wake up to. It was barely six thirty and Hannah blinked against the too bright, too early, morning light. A pink, disposable razor had taken care of chin stubble that had rubbed the inside of her thighs in a manner she’d never experienced before and left her a touch sore—but in an excellent way. He’d showered, and his damp hair was a mass of black curls. He jerked his trousers on, not bothering with underwear so he took extra care with the zipper, and bent over the bed to kiss her first on the forehead, then the lips, while he buttoned his shirt.