“Hanna,” I whispered, gently shaking her shoulder.
Her brows pinched tight. The same as my chest at seeing her in pain.
“Hanna, wake up.” With another harder shake, her eyes jerked open, and her lips parted over a gasp. Her hand slapped to her heaving chest, and she stared at the ceiling as if I wasn’t even there. My initial reaction was to curl her into my arms, offering her comfort, but I’d come to realize Hanna liked not being coddled. So, I went with what I would have said if she hadn’t woken from a nightmare. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
Wide, emerald eyes slowly turned to me, her dark hair bunching up against the white sheets. I kept my face neutral with an easy smile, shoving down any worry I had. After a few blinks, she shakily returned my smile.
“Hey.”
I propped my head on my hand and resisted the urge to tug the sheet down over her breasts. Even the outline of her nipples through the thin material was enough to have me hard.
“What do you want to do today?”
I had no idea how to proceed after last night. Did I treat it like all the other nights we’d had at Voyeur—as if nothing had happened? But I didn’t know how because every part of me wanted to woo her, to pull her close and make love to her again. The feel of her tight cunt squeezing me would forever be ingrained in my memory, and I’d always want more.
She shrugged her shoulders and fidgeted with her fingers over her stomach. “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?”
Taking a chance, I reached over to tuck some loose strands behind her ear. As if on instinct, she turned into my touch. With that cue, I pushed my luck and dragged my fingers down, gripping the sheet on the way and tugging it past her breasts.
She pulled in the sexiest gasp as the edge brushed over the nipples that had been taunting me.
“I have a lot in mind.”
When she didn’t cover herself, I lowered my mouth to suck at her hardened tip.
“I think I like your ideas,” she breathed.
Her hand dug into my hair, holding me to her. I pulled the tip between my teeth and bit, flicking my tongue across the bud.
“Oh, god. Daniel.”
Her legs shifted under the sheet, and I moved my hand lower, slowly sliding my fingers between her folds and groaning against her skin when I found her wet and waiting. Without any hesitation, she spread her legs and pushed up, silently asking me for more.
I dipped low to gather her juices before dragging them up to pinch her clit. “Is this what you want, baby? Do you want me to play with your pussy?”
“Yes. Yes.” She pressed her head back in the pillow, her eyes closed and lost to the sensation.
“You want me to make you come?”
“Please.”
I pinched her clit harder, and she almost screamed. I went back to her nipples and worked my fingers fast and hard between her thighs, alternating between pushing my fingers deep inside her cunt and pulling back to torture her bundle of nerves. I needed to make her come, so I could bury myself inside her again. I needed her.
Her hips went wild, and I popped off her breast to kiss up her neck, sucking at the soft skin to feel the moans against my lips. Seconds later, she broke, crying out as her pussy spasmed. Without waiting for her to finish, I gripped her hips and pulled her over me.
“Fuck me, baby. Take control.”
With her skin flushed, her messy hair falling over her breasts, she looked down at me with wide eyes. “I—I don’t know what to do.”
“Just go with it. Put my cock inside that tight cunt and ride me.”
Her lips parted, and the green in her eyes almost disappeared as she lifted up, gripping my dick to position it at her opening. Achingly slow, she slid down my length until I filled her to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck, Hanna. Yes, baby.”
Helping her get started, I held on to her hips and shifted her back and forth. That was all she needed.
She fell forward with a moan, resting her palms on my chest and lifted up just to sink down again.
Again, and again, she rode me, finding a rhythm that drove us both fucking insane.
“Fuck, Hanna. Look at you.”
She bit her lip and dropped her eyes from mine, not stopping. Reaching up, I brushed her hair back and waited for her to look at me.
“You’re a fucking queen. Taking my cock however you want.”
Her lush lip popped free, and she smiled, picking up the pace. She leaned back with the most delicious smirk on her mouth. Her back arched, making her bouncing tits all I saw. Needing to taste her, I sat up and latched on, wrapping my arm around her waist to help her ride me harder.
We lost our rhythm, a mass of need and desire twisted together, racing for the finish.
She whimpered and ground on me with each pass, and I needed her to come before I lost my control and came first. I slid my hand between our bodies, pinching her slick clit between my fingers as I bit around her breasts.
“Daniel, Daniel. Yes. Fuck. I’m coming.”
“That’s it, baby. Feel it. Fuck me.”
She wrapped her arms around my head and went wild, screaming her pleasure, ripping my own orgasm from me. I groaned into her skin and dug my hands into her back, needing to hold her to me.
“Wow,” she breathed.
I kissed my way up her chest to her lips. I didn’t know how long we were keeping the kissing around, but I planned on taking full advantage of tasting her lips every chance I got. She didn’t hesitate, sliding her tongue into my mouth, feeding off my own desperation.
“You were amazing,” I said against her lips.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah. Like I said. A queen in control of all
