“Yes.”
“You watch porn?” I raised a brow.
“Um. Some. Sometimes. Not … since I met you, really.”
I grinned and stretched. “No need, am I right?”
“Oh my God.” She laughed. “So vain.”
I hummed a bar of “You’re So Vain” and browsed the videos I’d bothered to download. I didn’t have many; it was all online anyway. “You should get undressed.”
I glanced at Hannah and caught her staring at my dick. Again. She flushed and my grin faded, something darker replacing it.
“Don’t be shy. You’re going to be my wife. I want you to look at it.”
Her mouth fell open. Her eyes strayed over my cock and abs as she undressed, peeling off her polo dress, shimmying out of her thong and unclasping her bra.
In turn, I gazed appreciatively at her body, which she revealed for me without pretense. Her full thighs and curved hips, her heavy breasts … the simple exposure made me harden completely.
She joined me on the bed.
She began to stroke my length; her leg pressed alongside mine.
“That’s nice…” I glanced at her hand. Nice? My control slipped. I slid under. Not for the first time, I thought, I could die like this, in this dark water. Gladly.
“Did you pick something?”
“Mm.” I opened one of the files. The media player filled the screen. “It’s the threesome you caught me watching. You seemed intrigued.” I leaned over and bit Hannah’s shoulder, then kissed it, my tongue sweeping her warm skin. She shuddered. “Am I right?”
“Um … yeah.”
“You sure?” I clicked on the progress bar, skipping the preamble—the producer’s sad effort to give the porn some plot.
“Yeah, yes.” Hannah didn’t sound too sure, but she glanced at the screen, where a dark-haired woman knelt on a bed. The room looked like all porn rooms: modern, anonymous, too clean. A man stood behind the woman, his erect cock touching her thigh. He stroked her ass. Hannah stroked my arousal.
I reached between her legs and found her wet. Perfect.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I said. “I know you like that.”
She obeyed quickly, transitioning to her hands and knees on the bed. I knelt behind her, rubbing my head against her glistening cunt. When she tried to slide back onto me, I slapped her ass. The sound sent a tremor of pleasure through me. The sight of her quivering made me twitch.
“Stay still. Be a good girl. Watch.”
When the man on the screen penetrated the woman, I slid into Hannah. Slow … so slow. One torturous, lazy stroke.
Hannah was panting by the time I buried myself.
We fucked like the couple in the video. When he drilled into her, I moved harder against Hannah. When he pulled her hair, I tugged on Hannah’s curls.
“How do you like it?” I gasped.
“Nn … good.” She struggled to keep her eyes on the screen.
The second man stepped into the frame, casually undoing his jeans.
Hannah inhaled. Her * clenched and I moaned.
“You’re making me feel so good. Keep watching.” I slid out of her—she whined at my absence—and climbed off the bed. The air of the bedroom felt cool against my body.
I disappeared into the closet, returning with Hannah’s vibrator—the LELO I bought for her last summer.
“Look.” I nodded at my laptop. The second man knelt on the bed before the woman. She got him hard with her hand and mouth. I watched for a beat, my pleasure intensified by Hannah’s bright blush and shy gaze. “You remember where this is going?”
“Y-yes…”
I dropped the vibrator between her knees.
“Do it, then,” I said, and we did. She did. Trembling exquisitely, Hannah pushed the toy into her body while I knelt in front of her and slid my member down the back of her throat—again and again. She took it all. Her eyes rolled toward the laptop, where the woman on the bed got her mouth and * fucked. I asked if Hannah liked it, being full. She nodded as well as she could. Saliva dripped from her lips.
And cum. My cum.
I gripped her hair and groaned as her tongue flickered against me.
“All you need … is something … in your ass,” I panted.
Hannah shuddered, convulsing on her toy.
I barely noticed when she dropped the LELO and dampened her finger with arousal. Her hot mouth, its tight vacuum and instinctive constriction, dragged me down. Had she come? Was she coming? I didn’t know.
Hannah wrapped a hand around my dick and let me thrust into her mouth. “Good,” I told her. “Close. Soon. Take it.”
She gripped my ass and her slippery finger pressed against my anus.
That sensation …
No woman had ever dared.
Drunk with pleasure, I grasped the headboard and bucked against her mouth.
“Is th-that … what you want to do?” I hissed.
I bowed over her and arched back.
“Then do it,” I said. Her finger pierced me. Ah—it was something strange—an intimate feeling beyond reason.
I poured myself into her mouth.
*
Pearlescent in her afterglow, Hannah lounged on top of me. Her sweet-smelling hair rolled across my chest. Her nipples, still hard, pressed into my skin. Excited me.
That is the state of desire, I guess. A state of imperfect satisfaction.
I slid my laptop onto the bedside table.
We hadn’t spoken for several minutes. I was savoring my orgasm—a powerful, jagged release—and playing it over in my mind.
“Did you come?” I said, wincing subtly. Usually I could tell.
“God, yes. Way too fast. I don’t know what got into me…”
I grinned. “I think porn got into you.”
“Matt.” She propped herself on my chest and frowned at me. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, my smug expression fading.
Her hand browsed my side, from my thigh to my ribs. She leveled me with her stare. This was Hannah the woman—mature, confident, and patient. A force to be reckoned with.
“What?” I shrugged against the mattress.
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
I knew what she wanted to hear. I felt a phantom touch where she’d slid her finger.