be eroding faster than the soap bubbles spinning down the drain of his shower.
God help him, he didn’t know how much fight he had left.
* * * *
“Don’t move.”
“No?”
Alex smiled in response to the teasing tone of Hannah’s question. Reaching around in front of her, he deftly untied the sash that kept her robe closed. “No. I like you in this position.”
“In this position facing the bed?”
“Yes.” He pulled the robe from her and ran his hands over her breasts and belly. He would never tire of the feel of her under his hands, and he hoped he would never stop being aroused just being near her. “Facing the bed with your back to me. It occurs to me, my Hannah, that this bed is the right height.”
“The right height for what?”
He loved making her gasp like that, when he dipped his fingers into her wetness and teased her. He caressed her slit. She strained to push her hips backward, to bring his fingers into fuller contact with her sex.
“The right height for me to take you from behind. Bend over the bed for me, darling.”
When she complied, he placed a hand on her back, as if he had to hold her there. Then, using his leg, he nudged hers wider. He didn’t remove his own robe, merely opened it. When he pulled the flaps back, his cock sprang free. He rubbed it against the crack in her ass.
“Alex?”
“Mmm? Worried, love?”
“No, only curious. And horny.”
He chuckled, then groaned in response to the wonderful arousal that coursed through him from rubbing his engorged cock against her ass. How fortunate he had fallen in love with a woman who became a true voluptuary in the bedroom.
“What do you want, Hannah?”
“You. Inside me.”
She moved her bottom against him, and he spread his hands over her ass, then settled them on her hips and squeezed.
“Inside where?” He reached for the drawer of the bedside table. Before they’d showered, he’d pulled several condoms out of one box, separated them, and laid them on top of the other boxes. He’d put some in the table on the other side of the bed, too. Smiling, he made a quick mental note to carry a few down to his office, just in case. Grabbing one now, he tore open the packet and slipped the sheath on.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Do you want one?” He kept up a gentle stroking with his hand. Now he drew his hand back and stroked her opening with his penis.
“Yes. This time.”
“All right.” He sighed. “Oh, the possibilities we have to explore together, my Hannah, are very interesting, indeed.” He changed the angle of his thrust, and his cock found its place between the folds of her labia. He smiled, thinking his penis at the door, asking her clit to come out and play.
“That feels so good .”
“Mmm, it does, and in a moment I’m going to slide my cock very deep inside your pussy and fuck you long and hard and deep. And fast. If that’s where you want me.”
“Yes, I want you there. I want to be able to squeeze you.”
“Then that’s where you shall have me. This time. But Hannah?”
“Yes?”
“You make me think of alternatives, and new experiences, and I think I may be one up on other men.”
“I’ve thought so since the first moment me met.”
Alex laughed softly. “In this instance, though, I meant the fact that I have an actual dungeon at my disposal.”
“Oh God. Alex !”
He caressed her back, then around and under her until he had a breast in each palm. He moved his hips slightly. She was so wet for him he buried himself within her in one smooth move.
“Squeeze me, then. Ah, yes, like that.”
“You feel so good inside me. So hot and hard and…I need…” Her voice trailed off to a whimper.
He was a man used to the vagaries of power, but nothing had ever felt as powerful as knowing he could reduce Hannah to unintelligible groans and whimpers simply by loving her. He kept thrusting, increasing the pace because he couldn’t do otherwise. The sound of flesh slapping flesh
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