The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(60)

She cried out as she started to come and a fucking devil unleashed within me. I pressed the button within her, rubbing it hard as her pussy fluttered around my fingers, sucking pressure onto her clit. She ground against my face and made spectacular noises I would replay until the end of time. Her hands squeezed mine as she let out desperate gasps and I squeezed right back.

When she slumped back and her eyes opened, I ran my tongue up her slick opening. Now that I knew the taste of her, there was no going back. I had to have more.

“Oh my God.” Her chest heaved and her eyes had this fucking incredible unfocused, dazed look.

“You did so good.” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “So fucking good.”

She let out a long, low, satisfied groan and her hands raked through my hair. Shivers rolled down my spine and I pressed my mouth to her soft skin again and again. I couldn’t get enough of her.

I moved to lay beside her and leaned in to kiss her. Her mouth met mine and she sighed into me. My chest expanded with pride at how relaxed and satisfied she was. I looped an arm around her and tucked her into me.

Her hand came to my cock and I jerked. She stroked me hard over my boxers.

“Hannah.” My voice came out strangled. “It’s okay, we don’t have to—” My voice broke when she stroked me again. “Fuck.”

“I want to.” There was a smile in her voice.

She squeezed me and a groan escaped my throat. My body curled toward her, and my arms folded her into me. “Fuck. Baby.” I should have said no, should have pushed her away, but I couldn’t.

Hannah slipped her hand past my waistband and cupped me. Heat shot up my spine.

“Jesus,” I gasped, bucking.

“Like this?”

The noise I made was a combination of disbelief and a laugh. “Yeah. Exactly like that.”

She stroked my length while I pressed my mouth to her neck.

“You’re so warm,” she breathed. Every touch of hers added pressure to the base of my spine. “Your cock is so big.”

My hips bucked again, shuttling into her hand. “Are you trying to make me come too fast?” I gasped into her hair.

She smiled against my shoulder and gave me a little nip with her teeth. “Yes.” She squeezed me harder and her other hand came to my sac.

Not long, now. My body bowed around her. My pulse beat in my ears and my brain boiled with the need to come.

She tugged lightly on my balls and I groaned.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” My voice was hoarse.

“In a book.” She sucked on the spot she had bitten on my shoulder and sighed. “I like jerking you off.”

“Uh huh,” I moaned into her. One of my hands gripped her ass and the other was around her shoulders. I thought about thrusting into her wet heat, nothing in between us, how fucking incredible that would be. How good it felt with her hand wrapped around me. How her mouth would be so hot and wet.

Shit. Electricity shot up my spine.

“I touched myself, thinking about us having sex.” Hannah whispered against my shoulder, her soft mouth brushing my skin while her hand jerked my soul out through my cock.

It was too much. I let out a low groan as heat ripped through me. Light exploded behind my closed eyes and I curled over her.

“Hannah, fuck. Hannah.” I choked her name out again and again as I spilled hot liquid into her hands.

She worked my erection until there was nothing left in my balls, and I slumped over her. “Holy shit. I thought you were a beginner.”

Her cute laugh shook into me. “I read a lot.”

“Oh my god. You’ve been studying up. A-plus.” I exhaled and my mind came back into focus. I slipped my boxers off and cleaned us off.

“Wait.” She pulled her hand when I tried to wipe it off. She slipped a wet fingertip into her mouth and sucked a drop of come off.

My cock twitched and my mouth fell open.

She bit her lip. “I was curious what you tasted like.”

She was going to kill me. She had no idea how perfect she was. I made a noise like I was in pain and she chuckled.

Minutes later, once we were settled into my sleeping bag, she sighed in contentment against my chest. “I’m so relaxed.” Her arm slid around my waist. “Great work, professor.”

My fingers brushed her hair and I smiled in the darkness. Within a few minutes, her breathing turned slow and rhythmic.

I laid there awake for a long time, thinking. Everything changed with Hannah tonight. Or maybe it had changed the night I snuck through her bedroom window and kissed her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her after that.

No, that wasn’t right. I couldn’t stop thinking about her before that. That was why I snuck into her room that night.

She made a soft noise in her sleep and burrowed further into my chest.

I was in the undercurrent, being tossed around, and there was no fighting it. Experienced surfers and swimmers knew not to waste energy while flailing about. When the undercurrent was done, that’s when you swam up for air.

Maybe I would let myself get swept away until I was ready to resurface. My heart tugged. Laying with her in a tent in the middle of the woods, her warmth pressed up against me and the taste of her still on my tongue, the universe had aligned. Like she was home for me, she was right where I needed to be. We just fit.