Beautiful Player
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Damn. She wasn’t sexy in any of the ordinary ways. She was sexy because she didn’t care if I was watching her chow down on a carrot, or that her hair was in this half-assed ponytail she hadn’t bothered to fix since we were lounging on the couch earlier. She was so comfortable in her skin, so comfortable being watched—I’d never known a woman like her. She would never assume I was staring and judging. She assumed I was staring because I was listening. And I was. I would listen to her ramble about familiar sex and anal sex and p**n films forever.
“You’re looking at me like I’m food.” She held out her carrot, grinned wickedly. “Want some?”
I shook my head. “I want you.”
She moved her hands up, unbuttoning her shirt now, and slid it off her shoulders.
“Tell me what you like,” I said, stepping even closer and kissing the hollow of her throat.
“I like when you come on me.”
I let out a quiet laugh into her neck. “I know that. What else?”
“When you watch where you’re moving in me.”
Shaking my head, I said, “Tell me what you like that I do to you.”
Hanna shrugged a little, running her fingertips down my chest before reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. “I like when you throw me around a little, have your way with me. I like when you act like my body is yours.”
The teakettle whistled, screeching in the quiet kitchen, and I moved away just long enough to grab her mug and pour some hot water over a tea bag. “When I’m touching you,” I told her, putting the kettle down, “your body is mine. Mine to kiss, and f**k, and taste.”
She lifted her eyebrow and smiled at me. “Well, when I’m touching you, your body is mine, too, you know.”
My mind went completely, directly into the gutter when she leaned across the counter, reached for the honey, and drizzled some into the mug.
Taking the honey wand from her, I swiped some excess on the lip of the jar then ran the stickiness across the top swell of her breast. She watched me, her tea apparently forgotten.
“So take control,” I told her, kissing her jaw. “Tell me what to do next.”
She hesitated for only a beat. “Suck it off.”
I groaned at the quiet command, licking across the honey before sucking her skin into my mouth with such force I left a small, red mark. “What else?”
Her hands slipped behind her, unlatching her bra just as I ran my tongue over her skin. I moved to her nipple, blowing lightly across the peak before sucking her into my mouth. Gasping, she whispered, “Make it wet.”
I leaned forward, doing exactly what she asked, licking her br**sts, sucking them deeply, laving her skin with my tongue until it glistened. “These will be f**ked soon.”
“Teeth,” she whispered. “Bite me.”
With a groan, I closed my eyes, biting small circles into the swell of her br**sts, finding small traces of honey remaining on her skin. My hands slid lower, to her jeans, and I worked them and her underwear down her hips so she could kick them to the floor.
Her hands ran over my shoulders, legs spread open. “Will?”
“Mmmm?” I teased down her ribs, lifting both br**sts in my hands. I knew her tone; knew what she was about to beg me to do.
“Please.”
“Please what?” I asked, pressing my teeth carefully into her nipple. “Please hand you your tea?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
She let out an angry little growl. “Touch me between my legs.”
I dipped my finger into the small bowl of honey, and pressed it against her clit, rubbing it across her skin as I pressed my teeth into the delicate flesh of her breast. She moaned, head falling back, and pulled her feet up onto the counter, legs spread wide.
Crouching, I ran my tongue over her, not teasing, not even able to. The honey was warm from her skin, and tasted f**king amazing. “Holy f**k,” I whispered, sucking gently on her small fold of nerves.
Her hand ran into my hair, pulling, but not for pleasure. She raised me up to her face, leaning forward to kiss me. She’d put honey on her tongue, too, and I knew in a hot pulsing heartbeat that I would now associate this flavor with Hanna forever.
Her quiet little moans filled the space between our lips and our tongues, echoing mildly, growing tighter when I reached between us, slid my fingers over her skin, playing where she was slippery and hot. The counter was a little higher than my hips, but I could make it work if she wanted to f**k in the kitchen.
“You’re looking at me like I’m food.” She held out her carrot, grinned wickedly. “Want some?”
I shook my head. “I want you.”
She moved her hands up, unbuttoning her shirt now, and slid it off her shoulders.
“Tell me what you like,” I said, stepping even closer and kissing the hollow of her throat.
“I like when you come on me.”
I let out a quiet laugh into her neck. “I know that. What else?”
“When you watch where you’re moving in me.”
Shaking my head, I said, “Tell me what you like that I do to you.”
Hanna shrugged a little, running her fingertips down my chest before reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. “I like when you throw me around a little, have your way with me. I like when you act like my body is yours.”
The teakettle whistled, screeching in the quiet kitchen, and I moved away just long enough to grab her mug and pour some hot water over a tea bag. “When I’m touching you,” I told her, putting the kettle down, “your body is mine. Mine to kiss, and f**k, and taste.”
She lifted her eyebrow and smiled at me. “Well, when I’m touching you, your body is mine, too, you know.”
My mind went completely, directly into the gutter when she leaned across the counter, reached for the honey, and drizzled some into the mug.
Taking the honey wand from her, I swiped some excess on the lip of the jar then ran the stickiness across the top swell of her breast. She watched me, her tea apparently forgotten.
“So take control,” I told her, kissing her jaw. “Tell me what to do next.”
She hesitated for only a beat. “Suck it off.”
I groaned at the quiet command, licking across the honey before sucking her skin into my mouth with such force I left a small, red mark. “What else?”
Her hands slipped behind her, unlatching her bra just as I ran my tongue over her skin. I moved to her nipple, blowing lightly across the peak before sucking her into my mouth. Gasping, she whispered, “Make it wet.”
I leaned forward, doing exactly what she asked, licking her br**sts, sucking them deeply, laving her skin with my tongue until it glistened. “These will be f**ked soon.”
“Teeth,” she whispered. “Bite me.”
With a groan, I closed my eyes, biting small circles into the swell of her br**sts, finding small traces of honey remaining on her skin. My hands slid lower, to her jeans, and I worked them and her underwear down her hips so she could kick them to the floor.
Her hands ran over my shoulders, legs spread open. “Will?”
“Mmmm?” I teased down her ribs, lifting both br**sts in my hands. I knew her tone; knew what she was about to beg me to do.
“Please.”
“Please what?” I asked, pressing my teeth carefully into her nipple. “Please hand you your tea?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
She let out an angry little growl. “Touch me between my legs.”
I dipped my finger into the small bowl of honey, and pressed it against her clit, rubbing it across her skin as I pressed my teeth into the delicate flesh of her breast. She moaned, head falling back, and pulled her feet up onto the counter, legs spread wide.
Crouching, I ran my tongue over her, not teasing, not even able to. The honey was warm from her skin, and tasted f**king amazing. “Holy f**k,” I whispered, sucking gently on her small fold of nerves.
Her hand ran into my hair, pulling, but not for pleasure. She raised me up to her face, leaning forward to kiss me. She’d put honey on her tongue, too, and I knew in a hot pulsing heartbeat that I would now associate this flavor with Hanna forever.
Her quiet little moans filled the space between our lips and our tongues, echoing mildly, growing tighter when I reached between us, slid my fingers over her skin, playing where she was slippery and hot. The counter was a little higher than my hips, but I could make it work if she wanted to f**k in the kitchen.
