“No, no, wait. I was joking. Besides, this top is acting like a crazy jacket as it is.” She tugged the material up over her head, then hissed a breath. “Crap, I’ve caught it on my earring.”
“Here, let me.” I gently untangled her from her blouse, carefully untwisting the danglingearring wrapped around a thread. After a moment of maneuvering, Hannah’s head popped free and her tits did the most captivating jiggle. I cupped one of her newly free breasts and smiled. “Perfect.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “You make it so hard to take you seriously.”
“If you can’t laugh during sex, then what’s the point? It should be fun. And I like that I can have fun with you.”
“I take itback.” Hannah’s eyes gleamed with emotion. “I like having fun, too.”
“Then hold onto your pants. Wait, that’s not right.”
Hannah was laughing when I kissed her again. Our kiss quickly moved from lighthearted to deep and naughty. Hannah’s hands pulled at my shirt, then dove beneath the material to stroke and pet my back. I shivered at the contact. Hannah groaned, pulling away.
“Take it off.I want to see you.”
Never one to disappoint a lady, I knelt up, tugged my shirt over my head, and threw it off to the side somewhere. Hannah murmured her approval as her greedy hands stroked over my naked chest.
“You are hard everywhere,” she murmured as she ran her hand along my abs.
“Everywhere you’re delightfully soft,” I replied as I cupped her breast and ran a thumb over the erect tip.
Hannah’s eyelids grew heavy and her head fell back when I tugged at her nipple. Her nails raked down my back as she urged me closer. I obliged, and it was my turn to groan when my chest rubbed against her perfect tits. I captured her lips again and tried to tell her without words how amazing and perfect she felt. As our lips moved against each other, our hands explored every bit of exposed skin.Hannah’s fingers skimmed over my back while I teased and plucked at her gorgeous breasts.
After another urgent kiss that left us both panting, I kissed a trail down her body, over her delicious tits, down her taut stomach, which she tried to cover with her hands as she gasped. I didn’t miss the little breath she sucked in like she had something to hide. Every inch of her was glorious, and I wasdetermined that she see it, too.
“Do you really think I won’t see if you cover yourself with your hands?”
“I haven’t had a chance to get to the gym lately—I’ve been too busy—and I’ve been drinking way too many Starbucks Frappuccinos. Oh, God, I just need to lose about ten, fifteen pounds, then you can kiss my stomach and do whatever you want.”
“You say another derogatory thing about your gorgeousbody, I’ll turn your ass red.” I ran a hand under her panties and gave her butt a warning pitch that had her yelping. “You don’t need to lose a single kilo. You’re perfect.”
“You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”
“Don’t need to,mon chou.I’m already there. Now sit back and enjoy the show. It’s about to get interesting.”
“Promises, promises,” Hannah gasped, just before my hands workedaround to the sides of her panties. I slowly pulled them down her legs and off. She still had her skirt on, but I could work around it. Something told me Hannah appreciated the small scrap of fabric still covering her.
I leaned forward and kissed her again, taking her lips in a soft, gentle kiss so she would relax some. After a few moments, she sank into the bed as the tension eased out of her.
“It’s going to be okay, Hannah. If there’s anything you don’t like, you just say it. And we’ll try something else. There’s nothing to worry about in here. It’s just me and you. We can sit here and just kiss. Hell, nothing even has to happen. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered back. “I just…I don’t like…”
“Not being in control?”
“No—well, yes, but not in the bedroom. I just don’t like to see myself.It’s not that I don’t like what you’re doing—I just that have a hard time watching.”
“Then don’t.”
“But I want to.” Hannah groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I’m being such an indecisive goob. Sorry. It’s just I like looking at you, but I don’t want to look atme.”
“Hmmmm…” I could honestly say I’d never met anyone who was both so free and yet inhibited at the same time. It was abewildering paradox. “Is that something you want to work on? Together?”
Hannah peeked at me through her fingers. “I…That wouldn’t bother you?”
“I’ve never been accused of being shy. Besides, I have a few ideas. Give me a second. And take that skirt off while I’m gone.”
I left Hannah on the bed while I crossed the room toward the huge walk-in closet. I propped open the closet door, then pulledand dragged the huge, antique-looking stand-up mirror until it was at the foot of the bed.
