What the Heart Needs (16 page)

Hannah reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down toward her. He took her lower lip between his, sucking the swollen, sensitive flesh before running his tongue down her neck, tracing the line where the edge of her bra held her breast. Then before she realized what he was about to do, his mouth took her nipple within its depths, sucking roughly.

A gasp escaped her, her whole body jumping. His tongue lapped at her through the material. Then his hands slipped behind her back, grabbing the clasp and undoing it in one swift movement. He pulled the fabric, tossing it onto the floor.

He lifted his head to look down at her bare breasts, a groan escaping his lips. Her perfect dusky pink nipples were hard, the soft flesh of her breasts plump and perfect. His hand grabbed the breast he had been licking through the fabric. His lips dropped kissed from the center of her chest until he felt her nipple against his cheek.

She felt his hot, wet mouth take her bare nipple into his mouth and felt like something shattered inside her.

Her hips raked against the tip of his erection. Her hands grabbed the hair on the back of his head. “Elliott… please…”

Elliott lifted his head from her breast at the sound of his name on her lips. It was the first time she had ever said it. And full of desire, breathless and pleading, he almost lost it then and there, ripped her pants and panties off and found both of their release.

He looked down in her big grey eyes, clouded with desire and need and confusion. He smiled a little, kissing her forehead. “No, not yet baby,” he whispered, his voice rough.

She whimpered and his mouth found her other nipple, making her back arch against him again. His hands ran across her waistband, side to side, dipping the tip of his finger underneath and retreating.

Hannah’s fingers pulled at the Elliott’s hair until her released her nipple which felt wet and cold when the air hit it. He looked down at her, resting his arms on her sides, holding himself off of her from the waist up. Hannah’s hands went to the front of his shirt, pulling at the knot in his tie until it came lose. She pulled the silky material and pulled it off, throwing it to the side. With shaking fingers, she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. With each release, she could see more of his skin exposing itself to her. She felt Elliott’s eyes watching her intently, but she kept her gaze on his chest.

At last, the final button gave and his shirt fell open, revealing his tan skin over surprisingly toned chest and abdominal muscles. Her hand went out to touch him, enjoying the feel of his rough chest hair. She reached up, slipping her hands under the shoulders of the shirt and releasing the fabric.

Elliott sat up, kneeling over her at her waist. He pulled the shirt from his wrists and tossed it aside.

Hannah could see the outline of his rigid cock through his slacks. Her hands reached out to explore her curiosity. The tip of her finger barely brushed the tip of his erection when his hands grabbed both of her wrists, pushing them backward and over her head, pinning them to the bed. She groaned when his chest brushed against her supple breasts.

She pulled at her arms, wanting freedom to explore his body, to push him to the edge she felt herself suspended on. But his hands were too strong. She felt his leg push between her thighs, spreading them without his hands. His body weight shifted, pressing his cock against her wet heat.

“Ohhh,” she cried out loudly enough to be heard through the house. Elliott grunted, looking down at her with heavy eyes.

Her thighs tried to wrap around him, grab his waist and pull him against her over and over until she found the relase her body was screaming for. But Elliott pulled his hips back with a small smile on his face.

He released her arms, his hands reaching for the clasp of her pants. He released the button and pulled the zipper down. His hands gripped the waistband, pulling it roughly down. He moved quickly off of her and she felt the seperation like sadness. He pulled her pants down over her legs and then off her ankles then laid down beside her.

She had a moment to realize that her grey and pink lace bra in no way matched her tan cotton panties. But when she felt Elliott’s hand run down to find the dip in her hips, the thought flew out of her mind. She never realized how sensitive her body was before. She felt every nerve ending responding to his gentlest touch.

His fingers slipped underneath the light material and Hannah’s whole body tensed. But he pulled away, grabbing her hip and coaxing her onto her stomach. His hands found her poneytail and gently pulled the elastic band down the lenths, releasing her long hair. He brushed it to the side, giving him an unobstructive view of her back. His lips found the nape of her neck and traced kisses all the way down her spine with the gentlest of pressure. She moaned when he got to the line of her panties and his tongue traced the line all the way back up.

His hand pulled the material off of her backside and she felt, shockingly, his lips plant a kiss on her ass before he turned her gently back over to face him. With his eyes on hers, he pulled her panties down. She pulled her legs up, allowing them to slip over her thighs and knees and fall to oblivion around her ankle. She kicked the material off and let her legs fall back against the mattress.

She was naked. The thought hit her suddenly, bringing with it a flood of embarrassment and uncertainty.

His eyes found hers and he saw the uncertainty and a hint of fear. He smiled at her slightly and his lips found hers, starting with gentle pressure and allowing it to build until he felt her body release its tension.

His fingers ran the length of her body, breast to knee, back up, then down once more to stop at her thigh and rest there. Then his hand dipped inward, grabbing her thigh and pulling it open. He pulled it under his leg and held it under his thigh. He pushed her other thigh outward until her most intimate part was spread open and bare.

Quickly, before she could even realize what was going to happen, she felt the tip of his finger find her hot slickness and stroke once upward. Her entire body spasmed at the sensation. A moan escaped her lips and her eyes sought his.

She felt the tenseness of his body next to hers, pulsing with barely controlled passion. She wondered, fleetingly, if he was holding back because he sensed a certain innocence in her.

But then his fingertip found her clit and moved over it in painfully slow circles until her entire body felt taut as a bow. She was panting, her breath barely able to escape her body as she whimpered at the sensation. Just as she felt as though she were about to explode, his finger retreated and she cried out, “No.” But Elliott was already moving. He kneeled at her knees, reaching down and unclasping his slacks, pulling the zipper down. She watched as he pulled the material from his hips and tossed them aside. His cock was pushing against his black boxer briefs. She could make out every detail of his long, thick hardness.

His hands slipped underneath her hips and before she could object, his face was between her thighs. She felt herself tense. It felt awkward. No one had ever had their face against her heat before and she felt as if she should be disgusted, like she should want to push him away.

But then she felt the tip of his tonge delve into her wetness. He ran it upward and down over and over again and she felt something building deep within her, a palpable tension, something she couldn’t quite describe. Then his lips found her clit and sucked gently and she moaned, reaching for his head to hold it against her until she found what she so desperately needed.

Then Elliott pulled suddenly away. Kneeling again between her legs he looked down at her body. Hannah saw his muscles tensed, noticed the intense way he was looking at her.

She leaned upward, moving until she was kneeling in front of him and pulling his face toward her for a deep, long kiss, his arms wound around her, holding her tightly. Her hand traced down his chest, dipping down over his stomach. The muscles underneath her fingers twitched. She found a trail of hair and rubbed it down to where it disappeared underneath his underwear.

When she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, her hands grabbed the fabric and pulled it free from his hips. His impressive, hard cock sprang out, looking both soft and firm at the same time. Her hand grabbed for it suddenly, her curiosity too strong for her to feel insecure. She took it into her palm and Elliott’s breath exhaled roughly. She looked up into his face and saw his eyes closed.

His hand came down on top of hers, making her grab him with more pressure and stroking his length up and down. Her finger stroked over the soft tip and found wetness there. Elliott groaned and his eyes opened. She let her fingers trail downward, finding a patch of hair underneath his cock and stroking his balls with tentative, shy fingers.

Elliott smiled at her slightly, grabbing her hand and pulling it up to kiss it before carefully pushing her back onto the mattress. His body slowly came over hers and she sighed at the feeling of his nakedness on hers.

His cock was pushing firmly against her thigh. Part of her wanted to open her thighs, invite him to finally push inside of her. But a newer, more prominent part of her surfaced and she realized she was afraid.

This would be her second time. Ever. And the last time had hurt so badly she had cried for hours afterward. And it had hurt to sit down for days. Of course she knew that the act of losing your virginity was always painful but she couldn’t help but feel anxiety at the idea that, after all the years, it was possible for her to feel that same pain again.

Elliott looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and fearful. His lips lowered, kissing her eyes shut. His hand began a slow journey down her body. When he found the juncture of her thighs and found her legs pulled together tightly, he slowly let his fingers apply pressure to her skin. He rubbed circles, knowing the pressure was building deep in her belly. Finally, she moaned and her legs slid open.

She felt his finger begin its slow exploration again and her body relaxed into him. When she was moaning and squirming, she felt the tip of his finger press against her slick entrance. He pulsed his finger against it, over and over without delving inside.

“Please, Elliott, please,” she heard herself beg.

With a kiss against her throat, his finger slowly pushed inside of her.

She felt every centimeter push into her tight pussy and she felt herself clutching him. Once his finger was in to the base, he slowly slid it back out and in again but only halfway. He pushed it against the roof of her pussy, stroking the rippled, wet round patch of skin there over and over again. Until then, she wasn’t even sure such a thing as a g-spot existed. But when she felt the pressure building and building over again, she knew it was there and Elliott knew exactly what he was doing.

But before she could get used to the sensation, his finger slipped out from her and again he was against her, his arms propped up on either side of her body.

She felt his hips shift and his impossible hard cock brush against her slick cleft. Up and down, over and over. His eyes bore into hers, so full of passion, she was sure he was just as beyond himself as she felt.

Her legs went up to either side of his hips, pressing into them, begging for things she wasn’t even sure about.

The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance then. She felt her pussy clench. He wasn’t going to fit. He was so big and she was so tight.

But he didn’t push inside her. He kept his cock there, pushed firmly against her. She felt it twitch against her and groaned. His mouth found hers, kissing her roughly and slowly becoming more gentle.

Then she felt herself relax and when her eyes opened to him, she felt the pressure build and build, just on the the edge of being painful as she realized his cock pushed impossibly slowly past the threshold.

The hard tip was just barely inside her when he stopped pushing forward. His eyes were watching her face. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and rough. “Are you okay, baby?”

She felt his words send butterflies in her belly. She smiled a little. “Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice airy.

Elliott groaned, his cock pushing into her slowly, waiting to feel any tension in her body so he couldn’t hurt her. When he was half way inside her impossibly tight pussy, her pelvis jumped and he stopped pushing forward.

Hannah couldn’t believe this was what she was so afraid of. Her body had finally found what she hadn’t realized it wanted, his hard, throbbing thickness. She felt full, her muscles clutched at his cock with primal expectation. When he stilled his penetration, she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist.

She felt his cock retreat a few inches before slowly pushing back into her, pushing a bit deeper. When he withdrew the next time and penetrated her again, his cock pushed until she felt his balls push against her skin. She felt the tip of his cock deep into her belly. He was pushing up against the edge of her pussy and she couldn’t even describe the sensation she felt in knowing he was fully inside of her.

Her hips rose up to his and he withdrew and pushed fully inside of her, slowly over and over until her hands were raking over the skin of his back. Sensing her need as well as his own, he pushed faster and faster into her, feeling her pussy grab his cock with impossible tightness.

Hannah’s moans escaped her loudly, with reckless abandon. She could feel herself just on the edge of something she needed desperately. His cock pushed into her wetness over and over and over and she felt herself tightening around him. He lifted his head, looking down at her face as she moaned louder.

Then with one hard thrust, she felt everything within her shatter. “Elliott,” she cried out, her pussy spasming with an impossible orgasm. Her entire body shook, and she buried her face in his neck, moaning as the waves kept washing over and over her again.

Elliott found his release as he felt her pussy clutching his cock. His name escaping her lips as she found her orgasm, raked a instense climax from him, his body shaking as he drove himself into her roughly until he was empty.