I imagine pulling her neckline down, tugging whatever lacy cup covers her nipples below the swell to take her in my mouth.
But this is about her, whatshewants.
I push her knee wider, bend low to kiss her. She hums into my mouth as I keep up the work of my fingers below. One digit slides in, and her mouth falls open on a staccato breath. Her hand falls back to grip the handlebar, the other clutching my shirt.
“Mmm, atta girl,” I breathe, smirking against her lips. “Hold on tight.”
I add a second finger, holding there for her body to acclimate. She clenches around me, tight and warm, and I have to kiss her again I’m so high on the feeling.
One small thrust and she tears her lips away. “Rowan!”
“God, baby, you’re doing so good.” I pull out and push in again. Her hips rotate, writhing toward my touch. “Need more?” I punctuate the question with a firm thrust, though I already know the answer.
My fingers curl inside to give her themoreshe needs. Her head tips back, eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a needy groan.
“Look at me, Hannah.” She lolls her wanton gaze back to mine. “Whose fingers are buried inside you right now?” Another rough, claiming thrust.
“Y-yours,” she stammers, panting.
In, out, again, and again. “That’s right, sunshine. Nobody touches you except me, yeah?”
She nods jerkily. “Only you.” Her orgasm closes in as her wild eyes fight to stay with me.
Possessiveness sparks through me like a live-wire. My thumb circles, fingers pumping a steady rhythm that makes my own head spin. Slick and filthy and perfect.
My voice is a rumble in my chest when I say, “Show me how pretty you are when you come.”
Her fist white-knuckles the handlebar and she grinds into my hand, voice pitching on every sharp exhale as she chases her release.
The image of Hannah unraveling beneath me will forever be branded into my memory. Cheeks flushed, mouth open, dress bunched over her stomach. Her body surrendered to my touch in the most soul-wrecking display of trust I have to clench my teeth against the blissful torture of it all.
I thrust again, then once more and she careens over the edge. Her orgasm crashes into her with such intensity, her voice bottoms out on a silent cry. Her chest stills, face burning crimson.
“Breathe, Hannah!” I command.
She exhales on a loud moan so all-consuming my vision blurs. It boomerangs off the walls, echoes over the bike’s exhaust. The tension in her limbs cracks like a whip and she’s lost to a thousand sensations, every one of them pure ecstasy.
“Sogoddamnbeautiful. Ride it out, don’t stop.”
Her body rocks as my fingers plunge and retreat rapidly to stretch out the tidal wave of pleasure coursing through her. The bike jolts beneath us, her knee pushed to the side quivering in my grasp.
Long seconds of aftershocks chase the final moments of her climax before she goes limp against the bike.
I drop my forehead to hers, our lungs swelling in tandem. Slowly, I lower her leg to the ground, flip the kill switch on the handlebar. Silence cleaves the air as I whisper the words again. “So beautiful.”
Our lips find each other in a soft kiss. I right her panties and sit up to look at her, the mess she’s made on the leather saddle. Her lids are heavy, but they flare on a tiny gasp when I lick my fingers clean, humming over the taste.
Her eyes drop and she swallows hard. What she says next sounds meek around the edges. Vulnerable. “You look like you need to…um…”
Tugging her dress back over her thighs, I ignore where I’m hard behind my jeans.Painfullyhard.
“No, baby. I’m fine.” I pull her to a seated position.
“You’re not though.” The words are hollow. Detached. Her throat bobs again. “I can…if you want me t?—”
“Stop.” I take her face in my hands, gaze fiercely locked on hers. “You don’t owe me anything.”
After days of uncertainty and hesitation, she asked for my touch,trustedmewith her body. Hannah bared herself for me. She’s so much stronger than she realizes.