“Blade, please,” she begs.
“What do you want?”
“You know.”
“Tell me.”
Hannah whispers, “I want you to fuck me.”
Hannah’s words hang in the air, charged with a raw, desperate need, and it makes my heart race.She doesn’t have to say it twice.I already know what she wants.And the way she says it—soft, almost trembling—pulls something primal from deep within me.
I pull back just enough to look at her, her body flushed, her chest heaving with every breath.She’s mine.She’s here with me, giving herself to me in ways I never thought she could, and it makes me want to slow down to savor every second of it, but the hunger in me is too strong.
The weight of the moment presses down on me, and I can’t take my eyes off her.Standing, I slowly strip off my clothes, one piece at a time, never breaking eye contact with her.The tension between us is thick, nearly unbearable, but I need this—to see her reaction, to feel every inch of her against me.
As I remove my T-shirt, the air of the room brushes against my skin, but the heat between us is even hotter.I unbuckle my jeans and slide them off, the sound of the zipper echoing in the quiet room.My body is tense, every muscle hard with anticipation.I’m aching for her, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.
Hannah watches me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted as if she’s waiting for something more.I step closer to the bed, my movements slow, deliberate, but there’s an edge to it now—a need I can’t deny.
She reaches for me, her hands trembling as she touches my chest, then trails down, her fingertips brushing over the muscles of my stomach and then lower.She knows exactly what she’s doing, teasing me, testing the limits of my control as her hand wraps around my cock and pumps me up and down.
“You sure you want this?”I murmur, my voice low, raw with want.
Her fingers tighten on my skin as she looks up at me, the question in her eyes already answered.“I want you, Blade.Right here.Right now.”
I move closer, closing the distance between us, and as I kneel on the bed beside her, I feel her warmth, her need, drawing me in even further.Her hands find mine, pulling me closer, and I lower my lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss, my body pushing into hers as I finally feel the pressure I’ve been holding back for so long.
Her pussy is tight and slick as I pump in and out of her.Hannah matches my movements, meeting every thrust.
But this isn’t how I want to finish.Pulling out, I fall onto the bed beside her.
“Ride me, baby.”
Hannah slowly lowers herself onto me.My hands go to her hips as she rolls them, and I thrust upward, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her.
This isn’t about Hannah now, but about me finding my release.Digging my fingers into her hips, I move her faster.She puts her hands on my chest as she rides me, her eyes close, and she bites her bottom lip.Deftly, I place my thumb against her clit and tease her nub.Hannah’s eyes fly open.
“I’m going to come!”
“Yeah, babe, let’s do it together.”
As her pussy convulses around me, I buck up into her and let myself go.My whole body is on fire, every nerve concentrating on this one moment as I spill my seed inside her.
A roar escapes me as I pull her down, my instincts taking over completely as I sink my teeth into the shoulder I’d previously marked.The taste of her skin and blood ignites something deep inside me.
Hannah cries out, but it’s not in pain—it’s the primal, raw sound of need, of surrender.The noise vibrates through me, making everything inside me burn hotter and more urgent.I feel her hands clutching at my sides, her nails digging into my skin as her body reacts to mine in ways that leave me no control.
Her breath is ragged, her chest rising and falling against mine with every gasp.I can feel her heat and the pulse beneath her skin, the way her body responds to mine as if it’s been building up to this moment.It makes me lose all sense of restraint.
Lifting my head from her shoulder with the faint taste of her still lingering, I look into her eyes.Her pupils are wide with lust, her lips parted.I kiss her again, deep and fierce, as if I can claim every part of her, leaving nothing behind.
She meets me with equal intensity, her hands moving over my chest, her fingers digging into my muscles as if she’s trying to anchor herself.Her hips push against mine, urgent and desperate, and I can’t help but respond.
The tension builds between us, each kiss, each touch bringing us closer to the edge again, to the breaking point where nothing exists except the two of us locked in this primal connection.
A loud bang echoes through the night, jolting both of us to a stop.We freeze, listening, but there’s no other sound.I don’t hesitate.I flip her onto the bed, and in one swift motion, I’m up and moving, striding toward the door.
The night air hits me as I step outside.Everything is quiet.Too quiet.I can’t sense anyone around, but the noisehadto have come from something or someone.
