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MATT


Fuck … the lingerie. Fuck.

My brain went haywire when I looked at Hannah.

“On the floor,” I said, pulling her down with me. Not for a moment did I let my cock lose contact with her skin. Hannah’s pert ass gripped me—that little devil—as I pressed her onto her hands and knees. I climbed over her.

It was easy, that position, and so intimate. My limbs were longer than Hannah’s. I was stronger, firmer, taller; she fit under me perfectly.

Hannah tried to part her knees on the floor, but her thong constrained her. I tugged on her hair. She moaned and lifted her head.

“I’m going to f*ck you on the floor,” I told her.

She stilled beneath me. “Yes, please,” she said in her softest voice.

“I’m not going to come. Not here. But I have to remember…” I reached between my legs. I positioned my head against Hannah’s sex. That touch—her wet cunt brushing the most sensitive part of my body—sent a violent shiver through me.

“Get on my dick,” I growled.

“Matt…” She began to rock back, the tiny motions sliding her onto my cock.

I have to remember how this feels.

“Good, that’s good,” I whispered. “Come on. That’s it…” I didn’t move. I let Hannah take her time, and she took her time. She pushed backward, then slid off me, then back, again and again. Our harsh moans mingled.

At last, Hannah sank onto me fully. Her satin thighs pressed at mine. Her ass fit snugly against my abs. And her tight * held my cock. She quivered below me.

“I love you,” she murmured.

“Hannah, I f*cking love you so much.” I bit her shoulder.

We didn’t move—not much. I reached under Hannah and lifted her tits. She circled her hips subtly, moving my dick inside her.

I pinned Hannah’s hand to the floor. I thrust into her once, slowly, and we moaned. Goddamn … I should have rubbed one out earlier in the day. I was never going to last.

Hannah met my second stroke with a backward push. I snarled. “Fuck. Hannah … f*ck. I changed my mind. We’re going to come. You’re going to make a mess for me. Right here.”

I began to move in earnest. I got up on my knees and held Hannah’s hip; I snaked a hand beneath her to tease her clit.

Her sex clamped around mine. Already? I gazed down.

One look at Hannah’s body in that tight getup and I needed to come. I thrust frantically, watching my cock and her ass, the curve of her spine, her swollen *. Excitement rushed through me. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop moving. Hannah was here—under me. For one weekend. Not long enough.

My pace grew punishing, my thrusts brutal. I poured my anger and frustration into that f*ck, and Hannah bucked and moaned in response.

How could she live without this? I couldn’t.

“I need … to come,” I managed. “Come for me, Hannah … come.”

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “I am—I am—” And she did. With a cry, she convulsed and tightened, the pressure of her body practically painful on my dick.

I swore and released. My pleasure spilled into Hannah; her pleasure dripped over my hand and ran down her inner thigh.

She always made a mess for me.

We collapsed across the floor. I rolled Hannah’s body onto mine and lay there gasping. She curled on top of me and held me.

“I was…” I laughed. Some of my anger evaporated in our afterglow. “I was … planning to draw that out a bit more.”

Hannah giggled. “Me, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” I tugged on a garter strap. “Is that why you wore this? I just about spontaneously combusted, Hannah.”

“I think that’s exactly what you did…”

“Hey, now.” I slapped her bottom. “I wouldn’t put too fine a point on it.” I stood and lifted Hannah easily. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

“We have plenty of time,” she murmured.

I carried her around the room. My sweet little bird.

“Mm … plenty of time.” One weekend.

Laurence watched us in a mild state of alarm, and when we noticed him watching, we laughed all over again. The things that rabbit has seen …

I set Hannah on the couch, dressed, and retrieved her things from the car. It took three trips. She had a suitcase, a cooler, and about seven loaded grocery bags.

She smiled each time I returned.

“Hannah.” I frowned at the pile of stuff. “You know I have food, right?”

“Hm?” She shrugged and hopped off the couch to inspect my tree. The f*cking tree. After I cut it down and hauled it into the cabin, I realized I had no base for the massive thing. Hence standing the tree in the corner. It looked like a joke.

But Hannah didn’t seem to care. She buzzed about, bending over and examining the gifts. “Presents!” she said.

“Mm…” I stared at her *. She was trotting around in the slip and thigh-highs and no panties. I walked into the coffee table and nearly ate it. “And—f*ck!” I rubbed my shin. “And flowers. Here. For you.” I tapped the vase of roses on the dinner table.

Hannah flew over and hugged me tight. “So sweet, Matt. Thank you.”