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More Than Friends: Ch 1-4 *Story #3in Falling Fast Series* Posted By: OKDeanna - ezOP Posts: 254 Posted At: (10/15/02 9:06 am) Reply |
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Written by: Deanna (OKDeanna) Email: asjfan@cox.net Sequel to A Kiss Among Friends This story is intended for mature audiences. Parental discretion advised. Chapter One Hank Bennett tried to keep himself from staring at the beautiful blond sitting across from him, but it was damn difficult. She was simply... stunning. The black off the shoulder dress fit her like it had been specifically made for her slender curves, which now that he thought about it wasn't as far fetched as it seemed. She probably knew tons of famous clothing designers and more than likely the dress she was wearing had been designed for her. He gave himself a mental shake then reached for his wineglass. He and Gwen came from two totally different worlds yet somehow they seemed to fit together. When he'd first saw her in that jazz club a few months back, he almost hadn't approached her. Now he was glad he had. Because those small steps he had taken toward her had irrevocably changed his life - for the better. He had never met anyone that could make him laugh more quickly or more easily than Gwen did. And he'd certainly never met a woman who challenged him or intrigued him more. She was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman and yet they still remained just friends. But if they were just friends then why had she leaned across the table at the book cafe today and kissed him? It had been an unconscious action on her part. He had seen it in her eyes. She had been as shocked by the kiss as he was and yet neither of them had spoken about it other than to basically shrug it off as no big deal. No big deal, he thought taking another small sip of his wine then setting it back onto the table. It was a big deal all right, he just wasn't sure how big of a deal. He'd made some lame comment about it being a kiss among friends, but he couldn't remember any strictly platonic woman friend ever kissing him on the lips and if they had it certainly hadn't garnered the reaction that Gwen's kiss today did. His heart raced just thinking about that kiss she'd given him and it hadn't been anything more than a peck really, yet it had gotten more of a reaction out of him than any of the passionate kisses he'd shared with the women he'd dated over the years. Was his reaction caused by the fact that they were friends and he'd begun to think of her as off-limits? Or was his reaction caused by something deeper? "Hank?" Gwen said breaking him out of his thoughts. "Is everything okay? You haven't even touched your lobster and I happen to know you love lobster." "No I'm fine. I was just thinking about something." He picked up his fork and took a bite of the lobster the waiter had sat down in front of him a few minutes ago, but he didn't really taste it. He was too busy staring into Gwen's eyes to even think about how good the lobster was. "Well?" She asked arching one of those perfectly shaped brows of hers. "Don't you like it?" "What? Oh. Uh. Yeah." He said shaking his head in confusion. What in the hell was wrong with him all of the sudden? One look from her and he couldn't form a complete sentence? He was definitely in trouble here. "Okay." Gwen said leaning back in her chair and crossing her slender arms, a move which pushed her breasts up higher giving him a birds eye view of the cleavage that he had been trying not to look at all evening. He swallowed hard. "What is going on with you tonight, Hank? You're not acting like yourself at all." He raised a finger to the collar of his black shirt then frowned when he realized it wasn't even buttoned up all the way. He was seriously losing it. What in the hell was wrong with him? It's just Gwen. They'd had dinner together before, several times in fact. But she never kissed you before, a voice whispered inside his head. "Are you feeling alright?" Gwen asked putting her hand to his forehead. "You don't feel like you have a fever." He caught her hand before she could take it away and the moment his skin touched hers, a jolt of awareness shot through his body with a force that almost knocked him out of his chair. He glanced at her and caught her staring at their joined hands. Had she felt it too? * * * * * Gwen Hotchkiss wasn't sure why she hadn't picked up on the electricity floating through the air before, but as she looked at her hand resting so comfortably in Hank's she became increasingly aware of it now. There was that certain something in the air that she hadn't felt for a very long time. Then again she wasn't sure she had ever felt what she was feeling right now. Her stomach was tied in knots and her breathing was becoming more shallow with each second Hank held her hand in his. She swallowed hard then looked up into his deep brown eyes. As their eyes held, something passed between them and as it did, she felt their friendship shift to accommodate it. She licked her lips in anticipation and the movement drew Hank's attention. She watched his eyes darken and as he leaned in closer to her, she didn't think she had ever wanted anything more than she wanted to feel his lips against hers right then. "Is everything all right?" A masculine voice asked causing them both to flush crimson and lean back in their chairs. "Everything is fine." She heard Hank answer in a voice that did not sound like his own. But she was grateful that he answered because she knew she couldn't have voiced anything that would remotely resemble a sentence. Hank had almost kissed her. Would have had they not been interrupted by the waiter and she would have let him. "Gwen." Hank said drawing her attention back to him. "About what happened or well what almost happened... I... damn. Let's just say I lost my head for a second." "Lost your head." She repeated suddenly feeling sick to her stomach. "Yeah sure. I understand." She started to get up and just as she got to her feet, Hank got to his. He gently grabbed her by the arm and kept her from moving past him. "Gwen, let me explain what I meant by that. Don't just assume you know because I'm pretty sure what you're thinking is NOT what I was going to say." She stared at him for a second then nodded and sat back down. She waited for him to explain but he simply stared at her as if he'd never seen her before. "Okay, Hank. Are you going to explain or not? Because if you're not then -" "I am." He said grabbing her hand and linking their fingers together. "It's just I'm not sure how to start. You see contrary to popular belief I haven't exactly been in this situation before." "What situation is that?" She asked hope suddenly springing to her heart. "Being attracted to someone I consider one of my best friends is a little new to me and I'm kind of having a hard time dealing with that." He looked at her and tilted his head to the side as if he were studying her. "Can you blame me?" "N...no." She said lowering her eyes to the table. "I'm having the same problem you are." "So you are attracted to me then. I was afraid -" "What?" She asked raising her head and searching his eyes. "What were you afraid of?" "That I was in this thing alone." "You're not alone, Hank." She squeezed his hand then gave him a small smile. "The only question is do we act on these new feelings or do we ignore them and hope they'll go away?" "I don't know, Gwen, I honestly just don't know." CHAPTER TWO Hank opened the car door for Gwen then held out his hand to help her out. The moment she laid her hand in his he knew he'd made a mistake. They hadn't discussed what they were going to do about the sudden attraction buzzing between them and touching her only made it ten times worse. "You want to come in?" Gwen asked as she turned to face him. He could see the nervousness in her eyes and he was glad he wasn't the only one that felt that way. This was definitely new territory for him and he had no earthly idea on how to deal with it. "I'm not sure my coming in is such a good idea." He saw the hurt expression that passed across her features but she masked it quickly. Still he saw it. "Gwen, we need to think about this thing that's happening before we act on it. Our friendship means a lot to me and I don't want to rush into anything that might jeopardize that. Do you?" "No." She whispered lowering her head to look at the ground. "It's just..." She broke off and he placed his hand under her chin then gently raised her head so that he could meet her eyes. "It's just what?" "It's just we've gone out before and you've always come in. It was never a big deal before." She closed her eyes for a brief second and when she opened them again, he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. "And now all of the sudden it seems like a very big deal, but I don't know, Hank. Maybe it seems like a bigger deal because we're making it that way." He thought about that for a second and realized she had a point. But could he go inside that house with her feeling the way he felt right now and not try to kiss her the way he'd wanted to in that restaurant tonight? He didn't know, but one look into Gwen's beautiful brown eyes and he knew he was going to find out. * * * * * Gwen flipped on the lights then led Hank into the living room. She was aware of the electric charge emancipating throughout the room almost as much as she was the light that illuminated it. Things between her and Hank had changed tonight. Perhaps they had changed before tonight and neither one of them had noticed. They both noticed now though and that was their entire problem. They were both aware of the change in their friendship and neither one of them knew how to address it. "So Hank what would you like to drink? I have beer, wine, and brandy." She turned to face him and tried to hide her nervousness by plastering a smile on her face. "A beer would be fine." He said shedding his black bomber jacket and laying it over the arm of the couch then lowering himself down onto one of the dark blue cushions. Gwen stared at him for a second loving the way his hair fell across his forehead then finally managed to get her feet to move so that she could walk into the kitchen. She grabbed two beers out of the fridge and as she popped the tops of them, she remembered the first time Hank had talked her into drinking a beer with him. "Hank, are you sure I'm going to like this stuff?" She asked arching a brow at him. She knew he had been right about the other things he'd gotten her to try like playing him a game of basketball, but drinking a beer? That might be a little too much to expect from her. "Just try it." Hank said waving the beer in front of her face until she finally raised her hand to take it from him. "I know your tastes for expensive stuff may not include drinking a beer, but hey you never know until you try right? And that is what we said we would do, isn't it? Try to find new things? Well, you already found basketball and you dragged me to the stinking opera so -" "Hey you said you liked that opera!" She eyed him for a second then when she realized he was just trying to rile her she smacked him on the shoulder, "That was not nice, but you're right. It's my turn to try something new so if you want me to try this beer I will, but if I don't like it I don't want to hear any lectures on the reasons beer is so good. Deal?" "Deal." He said holding out a hand and taking hers into it. "Now drink up, Hotchkiss! You know how impatient I can get." "Yes I am well aware of that, Mr. Bennett." She took a small sip at first then grimaced at the after taste. "This is not good Hank. I don't think I can drink any more of this." "You barely tried it!." He said exasperated. "Take a bigger drink than that! If you still don't like it then I'll shut up and you won't here me ask you to drink a beer with me ever again." "Okay." She said licking her lips then raising the bottle and taking another sip, this one bigger than the last. She swallowed and this time didn't grimace as much as she had the first time. It would take some getting used to, but she supposed it wasn't as bad as she originally thought it would be. "So this gets better with each drink? Is that right?" "Yes." He said laughing. "But that might be because the more you drink the less you actually taste of it." She laughed the swatted him on the arm again. "So what? You plan to get me drunk just so I'll like drinking beer?" "No, that wasn't the plan, but I'm game if you are. What do you say? Wanna see who gets drunk first?" He asked raising a brow and giving her that boyish up-to-no-good grin of his. "No I do not!" She said laughing. "Besides, I already know I'd win." "Oh is that right?" Hank asked sitting up and smiling at her in amusement. "Well how about a little wager then Ms. Hotchkiss? If I outlast you then you have to go with me the next time I go see a football game, but if you outlast me then... I'll do whatever you want." "Whatever I want." She repeated loving the way he wiggled his brows as she said that. "Are you sure you want to let that go unnamed?" "Yep." He said nodding. "I trust you to make things fair. Besides, I don't think you'll win so there's really nothing to worry about." "Well sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Bennett, but I always win. In fact, I've never lost at anything. I always get what I want and right now I want to beat the pants off you." "There's a first time for everything." Hank said smiling as he leaned in toward her. She caught the devilish twinkle in his eyes and held her breath as he spoke. "Now do you mean the rest of that literally or figuratively? I mean, is that what you want me to do if you win, take my pants off? Because if it is then I'm pretty sure I'd be willing to forfeit the bet right now." Gwen swallowed hard then forced herself to ignore the suggestion burning its way through her brain. Hank was a friend and the thoughts his suggestion was causing her was not something you should be thinking about a friend. "There will be no forfeiting of the bet. If I win I want to win fair and square." "Good because so do I. But you know the offer still stands. Anytime you want me to take my pants off you just say the word." He laughed as she picked up a pillow and hit him in the side of the head. "What? What did I say?" Gwen took a deep breath as the memory faded then shook her head. Hank was right when he'd told her that there was a first time for everything. She had lost that night, but she'd had so much fun doing it that it hadn't really felt like losing and the football game he'd dragged her to a few weeks later had been a lot more fun than she thought it would be. But then she always had fun with Hank though. He was the only person she knew that could make her laugh so hard she cried. He made her take herself less seriously and she'd never be able to repay him for that. She'd had more fun with him the last few months than she had in her whole life. There was just something about him, she thought pushing open the door and walking back into the living room, something that she couldn't turn away from even if she wanted to. "Here's your beer." She said handing him one of the dark brown bottles in her hand. Their fingers brushed as he took the bottle from her and as his eyes met hers she knew ignoring what was happening between them, if that's what they decided to do, was not going to be an easy thing for them to do. In fact, it was going to be almost impossible. "Gwen," He said setting his beer down on the coffee table in front of him then grabbing her hand and pulling her down onto the couch beside him. "We need to talk about this... this thing that we got going on between us. We need to talk about it and make a decision on which way we want to take it because as it stands right now? The only thing I want to do is kiss you and -" "Then do it." Gwen said never taking her eyes off his as she sat her own beer on the coffee table. "Kiss me, Hank." She held her breath and waited for his response. She was surprised at how much she really wanted him to kiss her right now and she could only hope he wanted it just as much. But with their friendship on the line she wasn't at all sure them kissing was such a good idea. Then again, as his head slowly started to move toward hers, Hank kissing her suddenly seemed like the best idea she'd had in a very, very long time. CHAPTER THREE His heart thumped erratically in his chest and his palms were starting to sweat something fierce, but no matter what Hank did, he couldn't look away from Gwen's beautiful brown eyes, eyes filled with a mixture of desire and fear. Both of which he knew were reflected in his own eyes. He wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted him to yet he was scared to death to actually do it. What if she didn't like it? What if he didn't? He swallowed hard then decided to allow his heart to lead him. Of course he knew exactly where his heart would lead him to and since it was where he wanted to be anyway, he figured it was okay to follow it. His lips brushed Gwen's gently at first, but when she began to respond he slowly increased the pressure. He raised a hand to the back of her head then moved it slightly to the right so that their lips would fit more firmly together. He heard her sigh and he seconded it. Nothing in his entire life had ever felt more right than kissing Gwen did. It was as if he'd waited his whole life for this one perfect moment and he planned to hold onto it with everything he had inside him. He'd learned a long time ago that when you found perfection you didn't question it you went with it. He felt her lips part against his own and he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. His slowly thrust his tongue across her lips and the moment he tasted the sweetness that awaited him, he couldn't stop the moan that tore from deep in his throat. He tasted the beer they had been drinking, but more importantly he tasted her. She was like a rare red wine you couldn't bare to drink for fear that once you did there would be no more to enjoy. That was how he felt right now. Oh lord, he thought pulling back as the thought finally penetrated his hazy brain, what had he been thinking? He couldn't just kiss Gwen and think it wouldn't mean something. He'd been attracted to her for months now. He knew better than to tempt fate by kissing her. Dammit, where the hell was his head at? He took a deep breath then forced himself to meet Gwen's eyes. They were glazed with passion and her lips were swollen from his kiss. He could feel himself drawing closer to her even as he told himself to stay away from her. The moment his lips touched hers again, he knew without a doubt... his self-control had just blown a fuse. * * * * * Gwen ran her hands through Hank's light brown hair then smiled against his lips when he moaned. She knew kissing Hank would be like nothing she had ever felt before, but she'd had no idea it would send her body into sensory overload. She just couldn't seem to get control of herself. Somehow he had gotten past all her defenses and now she was left unable to fight the emotions he caused within her. She moaned as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, loving the sensations coursing through her body as it glided against her own. Never had just a kiss affected her so completely. She wanted more. She needed more. "Hank," She rasped as he pulled his lips from hers to cover the pulse point of her neck. "I... god that feels so good." "Does it?" He asked running his hand over her thigh. "Gwen, tell me to stop. I don't think I can do it on my own." "I don't want you to stop." She moaned as his tongue shot out to trace her ear. "I want you to... Oh god." "Gwen?" "Hmm?" She said running both hands up to the back of his head and entwining them together. "We have to stop." "I know." "Then help me." He said kissing his way across her cheek to cover her lips again. Help him? How was she supposed to do that? She wanted him too badly to stop him. She knew it wasn't smart, but since when did hormones play it smart? She felt like she was in high school and was about to make love for the first time. She was nervous and a bit scared, but something deep inside her told her that the feeling inside her was real. Something told her she could trust in it and believe in it. Something told her she didn't have to hold back this time and for the first time in her life she wasn't going to hold back. She was going to give in. She was going to give in to the feelings coursing through her veins and wherever those feelings led her she would be safe because Hank would be there with her. "Hank," She said pulling back and looking into his desire filled brown eyes. "I don't want you to stop. I want you.... I want you to love me." She watched his chest rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath then breathed a sigh of relief when he raised a hand to her cheek and gave her his infamous Bennett grin. "I already do, Gwen, I already do." Before she had time to fully digest his words, he stood up then picked her up into his arms and started up the stairs to her bedroom. CHAPTER FOUR Hank covered Gwen's lips with his own then used his foot to push her bedroom door the rest of the way open. The blood roared through his ears as he lost himself in her kiss. In fact, he was so lost he nearly tripped over one high heel shoe that she'd left lying in the middle of the floor. He pulled his head away from hers then gave her a wide grin. "I see your taste for neatness doesn't pertain to your bedroom." Gwen laughed and the sound washed over him like a cool, spring breeze. "Well, it took me awhile to figure out what I wanted to wear for our date tonight. You know how girls are about that sort of thing." "Yes I do." He said stopping in front of her bed and slowly lowering her to the floor. Her soft body glided against his own and he couldn't stop the groan that tore from his throat when she moved her hips suggestively against his own. "What's wrong, Hank?" Gwen asked once again rubbing her lower body against his hardness and causing his brain to lose all thoughts coursing through it. "Do you like that or something?" "Gwen!" He rasped as her hands slid down his back to his buttocks and brought his arousal even closer against her body. "You're killing me here, honey." "No I'm not." She whispered leaning in close to his ear, her warm breath heating him even further. "I'm just getting started." Hank swallowed hard. He'd been with his share of women over the years, but there was something different about the woman whose mouth was currently assaulting his neck and whose hands were far too active for his own good. She was making him hotter than he'd ever been in his life and if she didn't slow down he was going to explode like a horny teen on his first romp in the sack. "Do you realize what you're doing to me?" He asked finally finding the strength to move his hands around her waist and pull her tight against him. "I think you do and I think you're enjoying torturing me." "Would I do that?" She asked pulling back and feigning innocence. "Yes you would." He said sliding his hands up her back until he reached the zipper of her dress and slowly pulled it down. "But you know I'm not going to complain about it." "Is that right?" She asked moaning as his lips kissed their way across her collarbone while his hand methodically pulled the straps of her dress down her arm, causing the dress to fall and pool at her feet. He smiled as she stood before him naked except for a pair of skimpy black lace panties and a smile that threatened to steal what little air he had left in his lungs. "That's right." "Well, I'm going to complain." She said taking a step closer and running her hands up his chest until her fingers reached the first button of his light blue shirt. "You are far too dressed for my liking, Mr. Bennett. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands." "Do with me what you will, Ms. Hotchkiss." He replied as she slipped the button free then kissed the small patch of skin she exposed. "Fair is fair after all." "You're damn right." She whispered sliding the second button free then getting frustrated with the third one until she finally just ripped the shirt open, causing the remaining buttons to fly across the room. "That is much better." She slid her hands up his chest and he let out a low guttural growl as her fingernails raked across his nipples. He heard her chuckle but didn't have time to focus on it, because as soon as she had slipped the shirt off his shoulders, she moved her hands to the snap of his jeans and flipped it open. He caught her wrists in his hands then frowned when he realized the shirt bunched at his elbows was limiting his movements. "Don't move." He said stepping back from her and quickly removing the constricting shirt. When it was gone he smiled then met her eyes. "Did I say don't move? I didn't mean that literally. I kind of like the way you move. In fact, I like it a lot." "Oh yeah?" She asked as she started to step toward him only to stop and take two steps back. "You know I just remembered something Hank." The smile on her face was downright sinful and it affected him far more than any of her other smiles had tonight. "What did you remember?" "You once told me that anytime I wanted you to remove your pants to just say the word." She stopped then raised a brow in challenge. "I'm saying the word." He smiled then without taking his eyes off hers, he kicked off his shoes then reached for the zipper of his pants and pulled it down. A second later, he kicked the pants off to the side then arched his brow. "What about the boxers? You want them gone too?" "Yes." She whispered walking toward him like a tigress stalking her prey. "But I want the pleasure of removing them myself. Do you have a problem with that?" "Not me." He said holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I know better than to mess with a woman on a mission." She laughed then wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up into his eyes. "You are unbelievable, Hank Bennett." He laughed then raised a hand to her hair and pushed it back from her face. Looking at her, her brown eyes filled with desire, he didn't think he'd ever seen anyone more beautiful in his life. All trace of humor left his face and voice as his placed his palm against her cheek. "And you are absolutely beautiful, Gwen Hotchkiss." Her eyes flickered in surprise then all at once she gave him a smile that shot straight to his heart. "Make love to me, Hank." "Are you sure?" He asked praying the answer was yes. He'd never wanted a woman more than he wanted her and something told him he never would. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." She said leaning closer until her lips brushed lightly against his own. "I want you, Hank. I want you so much I ache in places I never even knew existed." "You're not alone." He said leaning down and swinging her up into his arms then carrying her to the bed and gently laying her down onto the mattress. He sucked in a deep breath as she smiled up at him, waiting for him to love her. He had no idea what he'd done to deserve that look of complete and utter trust in her eyes, but he knew whatever it was he hoped like hell he could do it again. * * * * * Gwen waited for Hank to join her on the bed and wondered not for the first time what was going on in his head. His eyes held his desire so she knew he wanted her, but they also held something else. Something that looked akin to surprise. "Hank?" She asked sitting up and holding out her hand to him. "Are you okay?" "Yes." He said hoarsely as he placed his hand in hers and finally joined her on the bed. "I was just wondering what I did to deserve having someone as wonderful as you in my life." Her heart sped up rapidly in her chest as he lightly touched her face. "Do you know how much you mean to me?" She smiled then raised her own hand and lightly ran it over the back of his head. "I think I do. And you mean just as much to me." "You know there's no going back to the way things were, right?" He asked searching her eyes. "I don't want to go back." She said falling back onto the mattress and pulling him down on top of her. "I want to move forward - with you. Make love to me, Hank." He nodded then leaned in and captured her mouth in a soul-stirring kiss. Heat coursed through her veins and pooled low in her belly. She reached down and grabbed his hand then placed it on her breast, loving the feel of his work-rough hands as they began to knead her heated flesh. She moaned as he captured her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and slowly began to roll it between his fingers. "Oh god." She rasped as she arched upward unconsciously breaking the kiss. "Hank." She didn't say the words, but when his mouth finally clamped onto her breast, she knew he heard them just the same. He seemed to know exactly where and when to elicit a response from her and somehow she wasn't surprised in the least. They had a connection that couldn't be explained and could no longer be ignored. "You taste so good." He murmured silky against her skin as his tongue shot out to lave her nipple. "So sweet. I don't think I've ever tasted anything so sweet." "Hmm," She moaned tangling her fingers in his hair and holding his head to her breast. "Oh god that feels good." She felt his hands slid down her hips and as his fingers slipped inside the waistband of her panties she instinctively raised her hips to allow him to remove them. She felt him slide them down her legs then opened her eyes just as he tossed them to the other side of the room. He smiled down at her and she returned it then gave a low throaty moan as he began to kiss his way up her calf to her inner thigh until finally his mouth covered her in a kiss as intimate as anyone could give. She arched upward as his tongue teased her center then knotted her hands into the sheet as he slipped his hands under her hips and brought her more fully against his mouth. "HANK!" She was close to the edge and she knew it wouldn't take much to push her over. She reached down and pulled him back up. "Now whose trying to kill who?" He chuckled then leaned into kiss the hollow space where her neck met her shoulder. "I'm just having fun, baby. Aren't you?" "Yes!" She yelled as he slyly slipped a finger inside her. "God, Hank, you... oh god." He must have realized she couldn't take much more because he suddenly removed his hand from her and got to his feet. She voyerously watched him remove his boxers then broke out into a huge grin when she saw just how much he wanted her. "Hank, I had no idea you carried a weapon like that!" His brows arched in surprise then he broke out into a hearty laugh. "I know how to use it too. Would you like me to show you?" "Most definitely." She grinned watching as he pulled a condom out of his wallet and tore open the package with his teeth. "Let me." She said sitting up and throwing her legs over the side of the bed. He walked toward her, the condom resting comfortably in his palm. She took it and smiled when he groaned as her fingers brushed his palm. "Be gentle, baby. I don't think I can take much exploration." "Are you sure?" She asked running her nails up his shaft. "I mean I've very good at exploring. Are you sure you don't want to find out?" "As much as I would love to say yes to your exploring, I think we'd better skip that part this time." She rolled the condom on over his shaft then squealed when he pushed her back onto the bed and swung her legs back up. A second later, he covered her body with his and her squeals turned to moans. "I promise I'll make it up to you." "You'd better." She said digging her nails into his back as he finally joined their bodies. She wrapped her legs around his hips then groaned as he began to move within her. She could feel herself starting to lose control with each thrust he gave. By the time the fourth thrust came, she lost the fight altogether. Sensation and sweet sensation ran through her body and one more powerful thrust sent her into a world she'd never been to before. "HAAAANK!" She felt him stiffen and a second later, he lost his own battle for control. She held him as the storm began to take him and loved the feelings that ran through her body when he finally collapsed on top of her. "I love you." Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest as she realized what she said then froze when Hank raised himself up onto his elbows and looked down at her, his eyes full of surprise. "What did you just say?" To Be Continued... Author of over 40 fan fiction stories, some of which include:
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