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"Fuck," I exclaimed, burying myself so deep inside her that I could barely breathe past the pleasure.
“Chase!” she murmured.
I stilled as our surroundings came into focus again.Fucking hell.I had to move her to a softer surface because I was going to go hard. I lifted her off the floor, moving toward the couch.
"We do like couches, don't we?" She grinned, and I kissed the tip of her nose.
I put her on the wider part of the couch and climbed back on top of her again. Now there was no going slow anymore. I pounded hard and relentlessly fast. Our bodies were perfectly in sync. She needed this just as hard as I did, just as savage. She rolled her hips, meeting every thrust with fervor.
The second she went over the edge, I was right there with her, groaning into her shoulder. I wanted her to know exactly what she did to me. I rolled my hips forward, but my body was moving of its own accord; I wasn't even aware of what I was doing anymore, only coming to my senses when my pulse slowed down.
Hannah was looking at me with a grin. She lifted her head, kissing my Adam's apple.
"This was delicious," she murmured.
I kissed her neck, making her laugh. "I know."
"Then I was right," she said as we both came down.
“About?”
“Using dessert as an excuse to lure me home earlier.”
I moved off the couch, pulling her up with me, then grabbed the box with baklava off the floor and brought it to the kitchen counter.
"I didn't plan it that way, but you know, one thing led to another."
"Hmm, really? You saw honey and thought, 'I could eat that off Hannah'?"
I tilted my head. "Exactly. Better yet, I thought I’d eat the honey, then you.”
A light blush crept onto her cheeks. After everything, she was embarrassed?
She looked over her shoulder and said, "I want to clean up. And then I’ll eat all the baklava."
"It's for both of us," I said, even though I didn't particularly care if I ate any of it.
"You had three drops of honey. That's enough for you."
I palmed her ass cheek, kneading it. "Damn right it was."
I came out of the bathroom right away. Hannah needed longer because she washed her hair. When I went back to the kitchen, I poured orange juice for each of us. Tempted by the baklava on the counter, I took a bite, chewing and then swallowing it.
"Hey, I thought that was all mine," Hannah said unexpectedly.
"I couldn't resist."
I turned around and then practically swallowed my tongue. Her hair was wet. It wasn't dripping, so she'd probably towel-dried it. It was wavier than usual, and it looked delicious on her.
She came around the kitchen counter, immediately shoving the remaining baklava in her mouth. Both her cheeks were full.
Damn, she's adorable.
She put her hand on my left shoulder blade, rolling my shoulder back. "You're still tense, aren't you?"
"I can't seem to get rid of the knot."
"Not even an orgasm helped," she muttered.