Chapter 40

Nikolai

Looking down at Hannah’s smiling face, I registered how happy I was being with her. I knew I had only made the decision to date her that morning, and only when faced with the reality of her dating other guys, but I was hard pressed to regret it. Only when confronted with this house, and surrounded by the reminders of my father’s life, did my doubts creep in.
I leaned down and kissed her softly, my hands threading through her thick, dark hair. Heat flared in me instantly, one hand knotting in her hair while the other moved down the side of her breast to her rib cage. I could feel her hands slide under my t-shirt and grip my back, her nails lightly digging into my skin, driving me crazy.
I leaned up and pulled my shirt over my head and resumed kissing her, moving my mouth down to her neck, unable to resist leaving more marks on her skin, this time under the neckline of her shirt, below her collar bones. As I sucked and bit her skin, I felt her hips jerk against mine and I grinned against the marks I’d made. Feeling her response to my biting kisses made my dick feel like a piece of concrete in my pants. I slid one hand under her ass and pulled her tighter against my hardened cock, giving us some relief from the pounding need we both felt.
I pulled away to remove her shirt and by the time it was over her head, she was already removing her bra. I quickly sucked the hardened pink tip of her nipple into my mouth, pulling on it with aggressive tugs that had Hannah moaning mindlessly, begging me for more. I moved to the other nipple, but pinched the wet tip left behind by my mouth. By the way she responded, I again wondered if I could get her off from just this. Unfortunately, that would have to be an experiment for another time because I was way too impatient to attempt it today.
I unzipped her pants, sliding my hand inside her panties, feeling how hot and wet she was. I pulled my hand out and gripped the waist of her pants, giving a strong tug that pulled both her pants and panties off in one quick movement. I couldn’t help but stare at her naked body with a mixture of lust, admiration, and gratitude. Hannah was fucking gorgeous: all pale, smooth skin and hot, sexy curves.
How had I never noticed her?
Hannah obviously was not up to speed on female grooming rituals because, although her pubic hair looked tidy, it was still definitely present, which was rare these days. I didn’t give one fuck. She was a fucking goddess. She started to move her hands in an effort to cover herself, obviously unsettled by my intense scrutiny.
“No,” I gritted out. “Do not cover yourself.”
She blushed, but stopped.
“You are fucking beautiful, Hannah. How could I have missed this beauty?” I was genuinely puzzled.
She chuckled, as though the notion of being attracted to her before was ludicrous. If I didn’t have a raging hard-on and her naked body in front of me, I would have discussed it with her further.
I moved down to plant myself between her slightly opened legs, opening them farther. I could tell the position made her uncomfortable, and she started to close her legs in embarrassment, so I slapped her gently on the thigh. She was so shocked, that I easily pushed her thighs opened, and lowered my mouth to her wet pussy.
I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked strongly, feeling any residual tension in her fall away under the manipulation of my tongue. I became quickly addicted to her taste, sliding my tongue down to the wet, hot opening of her body.
I used my fingertip to rub her clit while I thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy, then slid my mouth back up to her clit, and thrust two fingers in her tight sheath, curling my finger up to hit her g-spot. Hannah let out a short scream and her thighs slammed against either side of my head, trapping me against her. I was so turned on by her response, I found myself grinding my dick against the bed in order to relieve the pressure.
“Oh my god, Nikolai, what are you doing?” Hannah asked, as I continued to thrust my fingers inside her while she orgasmed, her hips moving frantically in tandem with my fingers. I let out a smug smile at the wonder and pleasure in her voice.
I slid my fingers out of her and reached up to lay a chaste kiss on her slack mouth. Hannah opened one sated, sapphire eye and patted me lightly on the arm, as though giving me congratulations for a job well done. I laughed lightly and fell to her side, rubbing my fingers lightly from her neck to her belly button.
“I think you just killed me,” Hannah murmured breathlessly. I snorted again, completely infatuated with her innocence. She rolled over and faced me, reaching up to stroke up and down my chest. After a few moments, she moved one hand around the back of my neck to pull my mouth to hers, as her other hand moved to the front of my jeans, unfastening them and reaching inside to grab my rock-hard cock. At first, she just gripped it, as if uncertain how it functioned exactly. I smiled against her mouth.
“Here, let me take these off,” I said as I quickly stripped myself of my pants and rolled onto my back.
Hannah looked me up and down, making my whole body stiffen in anticipation of her touch. She slowly reached her hand out again to grab my cock, lightly trailing her fingers up and down, touching it like it was fragile and delicate. I was having a difficult time controlling my instinct to thrust against her hand and gain more intense contact.
She looked at me questioningly. “What do you want me to do?”
I raised my eyebrows at her, and she laughed bashfully. “You know what I mean. What do you like?”
I took her hand and curled it around my cock, using significantly more strength to grip it than she had. Hannah looked at it in wonder, watching a bead of liquid form at the tip, she reached down and swiped her finger over it. She rubbed it between her fingers as if experimenting with the texture, then put her finger in her mouth. My head fell back on the bed as I groaned at her innocent investigation.
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Well? What do you think?”
“What, the taste?”
I laughed. “Yes, the taste.”
Hannah grinned coyly. “It’s not bad. Maybe I should try it again?” she asked flirtatiously. Although she ended her last sentence as a question, she bent over and, holding the base of my cock with one hand, sunk her hot mouth over the head. It took all of my effort not to thrust down her throat. I found myself fisting my blankets in order to stop myself from grabbing the back of her head.
One hand eventually moved to her head as she slowly moved her mouth up and down my erection, periodically taking her mouth completely away to lick the tiny slit at the top. My fist gripped the hair at the nape of her neck, needing contact with her as she ravaged me with her mouth. How was it possible she had never done this before? I knew she hadn’t, but it was as though everything she was doing was carefully calculated to make me fucking crazy.
Watching her red mouth worship my cock put me on the edge much faster than I expected. I wanted to watch her do this for hours, days. I felt my abdominal muscles tense and fire lick up my spine as my orgasm approached.
“Hannah, I’m going to come. Move your mouth, unless….” I didn’t finish the sentence because as I warned her, she put her mouth completely over the head of my dick. Watching her eagerly seek the taste of my come is what did it. Unable to stop myself, I held her hair in a tight grip and thrust my dick as far as possible in her mouth. Fortunately, she still had her fist at the base, so it didn’t go far enough to choke her.
I watched her mouth moving up and down my wet, pulsating cock, wringing the last spasms out of me, my head spinning with the power my orgasm. She lifted her mouth up and licked the shrinking head, and the sight of my come on her lips had my cock trying to jerk back to life. Jesus.
Hannah crawled up and laid her head on my chest and I pulled her as close to me as possible, threading my fingers in her hair with one hand and rubbing up and down her back with the other. I felt utterly depleted, but content. I glanced down at her face, curious about her reaction to what we’d done.
“You okay?”
Her eyes opened, and she looked up at me in surprise. “Of course. You can’t possibly think I didn’t like it?”
I laughed. “Well, some girls don’t, so I wanted to make sure you did.”
She gave me a disgruntled look.
I frowned. “What?”
“Feel free not to mention previous girls you’ve been with when I’m still lying naked beside you,” she responded archly, only half-kidding.
I rolled on top of her again, looking at her bashful, yet slightly wounded expression. “Hannah, no other girl exists for me in the way you do. I wasn’t even referring to girls I’ve slept with, but making a comment about girls in general.” Her expression cleared up and her cheeks flushed. “Believe me, I’m ecstatic you liked it.” I gave her an exaggerated leer and started kissing her neck.
She giggled. “Stop, god—.”
I kissed her mouth and she responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around my neck and moving her hips against me, as if I hadn’t gotten her off fifteen minutes ago. “Fuck, Hannah, when you move like that it’s easy to forget you don’t have much experience.”
She pulled back and laughed. “Much? Try none. Well, until I met you,” she finished impishly.
“Ah, so I corrupted you?”
Hannah took on an expression of mock seriousness. “Absolutely.”
“Are you okay with that?”
Hannah looked me in the eye, her face still flushed with her recent pleasure, her mouth smiling softly. “Absolutely.