She reached for me, freeing my cock enough to get her mouth on it. I kept my hand on her head, but let her control the pace and depth. Sometimes I enjoyed pushing her physical limits, but right now was more about giving us both what we needed to relax and pushing her comfort limits. I wasn't into exhibitionism, and the thought of anyone getting to see Hanna in any sort of sexual manner pissed me off, but I did enjoy the thrill of the possibility.
When her mouth and tongue began to work over me, I didn't think about anything else. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the chair. Before Hanna, I'd always thought that having a sexually experienced woman was preferable because she'd already know the best ways to give pleasure. Now, I understood the appeal of molding someone inexperienced but enthusiastic. I was the only man Hanna had ever gone down on, so I'd been able to teach her exactly what I liked.
And she was using it all now. The pressure of her tongue, the slight scrape of teeth. The amount of suction she used, and how she varied it. The way she moved her hand on the part that she couldn't take into her mouth.
It wasn't long until I was tapping her head, letting her know that I was close. I'd told her to swallow it all, but I wasn't rude enough to surprise her.
I opened my eyes as my balls tightened and the first spurt of semen raced for release. She was looking at me as I came, her gaze never leaving mine. The anxiety drained out of me as Hanna held me in her mouth, milking out every last drop, until I began to soften and the stimulation became too much.
“Your turn,” I said and jerked my chin toward the chair across from me.
Flushing a pretty pink, she sat down with her legs spread, hiking her skirt up high enough for me to see everything. Her panties were soaked, and as she slid them aside, I briefly considered getting myself hard again just so I could sink into that wet heat. I dismissed the thought almost immediately though. Watching her slip two fingers into her pussy as her thumb moved over her clit was definitely turning me on, and I was pretty sure I'd be at least half-hard before she finished, but I knew that we didn't have the time for anything more.
“That's it, baby,” I murmured as she arched against her hand, her breasts jutting out from her chest. “I want to see you come on your hand.”
Her free hand went to her breast, fingers tugging on her nipple the way I knew she liked. She might blush, and even be a bit nervous when it came to new things, but she was never shy about enjoying sex. That was one of the things I loved the most about her. Her responses were always genuine. I never worried that she was faking or being overly enthusiastic. She let herself go when it came to sex, and she was glorious.
“Come on, baby. Let me see you come. I want those nipples hard and aching the rest of the day. I want you to feel your arousal on your thighs even as you remember the taste of me.”
She bit her bottom lip as her body stiffened. Her eyes closed, her expression going slack as she came. A shiver ran through her body as I tucked my half-erect cock back into my pants. When she was ready, I'd have her leave her panties in the bathroom with the towels. I'd be able to focus on being the perfect boyfriend if I knew my reward was having her bare underneath that skirt.
I took a slow breath. I could do this.
Chapter Four
Hanna
I'd told my parents that I was bringing my boyfriend, and I'd filled them in a bit about who he was, but that hadn't stopped them from being surprised when we pulled up to the house in our rental car. Cross had picked out one of the luxury cars, of course, so as soon as we parked, my dad and brother were checking it out. And if that wasn’t enough, Mom had voiced her surprise over our timing since flights from California didn't generally get in until later. Her mouth had fallen open when Cross mentioned that we'd taken his private jet.
The rest of the night became all about grilling Cross over his family background and business practices, while still managing to slide in little digs about Juliette and me leaving the family business. And when it hadn't been those comments, it'd been about how my sister and I hadn't yet started having families, though they did congratulate me on at least having a boyfriend.
The next two days were full of similar events and conversations. Dad and RJ would take Cross to the shop and ask his opinion about various matters of business while Dad made a point of showing how skilled RJ was. Not that my brother wasn't good at his job. He'd always been mechanically inclined. I could check tire pressure, check the oil, and maybe point out a few important parts under the hood, but that was about it. I didn't look down on what my family did, but it always annoyed me when my parents felt the need to emphasis RJ's abilities while downplaying my own.
I didn't go into the shop, but rather stayed in the house with Mom and my sister-in-law as we prepared for Thanksgiving dinner. Abbie, of course, was a great cook. While she occasionally helped out with the phones and scheduling part of the business, she'd always been a housewife with intentions of becoming a stay-at-home mom. She was another case of me appreciating and respecting her choices, but my parents wouldn’t stop comparing the two of us so that she came out ahead.
For example, when I told them that Cross had been teaching me to cook so I could make a side dish, Mom had given me that patronizing laugh of hers and told me not to worry about it. “Stick to what you’re good at. You'd be a huge help if you just cut the vegetables for the veggie tray and made sure we have all of the condiments we need.” My usual job at family gatherings. “If you think you can do that without cutting yourself.”
By the time Juliette texted me to say that her flight would arrive Wednesday evening, I was all too willing to volunteer to pick her up. My parents agreed immediately. Dad and RJ would be far too busy getting things finished up at the shop so they could stay closed through the long weekend while Mom and Abbie had to finish preparations for the big meal. Cross volunteered to go with me, but when my dad asked him to stay for his and RJ's traditional excursion to the liquor store to pick out wine for tomorrow, I insisted he stay behind. He had better taste in wine and would offer to pick up the tab as his contribution to the meal, both of which I hoped would get him points with my parents.
I wasn't planning on moving back to Ohio, but I didn't want to be like Juliette either, staying away for years at a time. I wanted both my life in California and my family in Ohio. I needed my family to know how important Cross was to me, and I needed him to feel comfortable around them.
Still, it didn't stop me from wishing he was with me as I waited in the long line of cars for pick-ups. Surprisingly, my parents had let Cross and me share a room, but I was so overly conscious of being in my old bedroom that we hadn't done anything more than fall asleep next to each other. Having some alone time would've been nice. I hadn't realized how spoiled I'd been in California. With Juliette and I working together in her catering business, I was able to spend most of my free time with Cross and not feel guilty about not seeing my sister. Here, I felt like we had to constantly be doing something with one family member or another.
It was exhausting, and I was starting to understand Juliette's decision to stay away for so long.
I rubbed my temples and shifted in the seat. I'd taken the rental car instead of one of the family cars, and I had to admit that I liked the luxury. And it was nice not to feel obligated to my parents for gas or mileage or anything like that. They'd never ask me to pay for the gas, but I knew they'd hint about it in their usual passive-aggressive way.