Free Hannah & the Dom Next Door by BJ Wane

enticing glimpse of black chest hair, his low, commanding tone sending a shiver through her. She didn’t know if her reaction was one of longing or trepidation, but she did know she wasn’t going to change her mind after coming this far. Scooting under the covers, she slipped her gown off and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Caleb had always been the one to remove her gown before sex, but not until they were comfortable with each other in bed. She felt decadently exposed despite being hidden under the covers and watching Mitch disrobe so casually in front of her, reminded her forcefully of how inexperienced and naïve she was, especially compared to a man as experienced as she suspected he was.
    “Breathe, sweetheart,” Mitch murmured with a small grin when Hannah’s face went chalk white at the sight of his cock springing free of the restrictive confines of his denims, his own breath coming out in a whoosh of relief. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he soothed his irritated flesh with soft strokes, the look of shock crossing Hannah’s face making him ask, “Something wrong?”
    “N-no, it’s just that I’ve never seen a man…I mean, my husband never touched himself. It would have been considered disrespectful.” The strict moral code she has lived by was already being tested, and Hannah didn’t know how she felt about it. Right now, her body was overruling her mind, her nipples were so hard they ached and she felt embarrassingly wet between her legs. Of course, she was well aware that was her body preparing for him, but she had never been this ready so soon, and he wasn’t even in bed with her yet.
    Mindful of her sensibilities, Mitch released his cock and slid into bed, keeping his eyes on her face despite the urge to check out her body. “We’re not hurting anyone, Hannah. We’re both single, and I don’t believe feeling good, and making someone else feel good, is wrong.” Slipping his hand behind her neck, he drew her to him and kissed her with as much demand as he had in the kitchen, pushing his tongue past her lips to search out her tongue, pausing long enough to nibble on her plump lower lip before resuming his searching foray into the recesses of her mouth.
    He groaned when her full, soft breasts flattened against his chest, her softly rounded abdomen cushioning his cock as his free hand grabbed a handful of her right buttock and brought her pelvis up next to his. Her full body shudder had him deepening the kiss and tightening his hands, straining to go slow when he wanted to take, fast and hard.
    Hannah jerked when her bare breasts came into contact with his hard pectoral muscles, practically whimpered at the feel of his erection poking her stomach and shuddered with an overwhelming feeling of urgency when his hand on her butt pulled her hips against his. Her misgivings were doused with the full contact of their naked bodies, the moral objections constantly hovering in her mind shoved aside for the sheer pleasure of connecting so intimately with a man again.
    Uncertain what to do, she clung to Mitch as he rolled her to her back, her hands slipping when he lowered his head to her breasts and drew one tautly aching bud into his mouth. The feel of his lips suckling had her panting, her hips arching unconsciously towards his as the pleasure zip lined from her nipple to her sheath, the sharp tug of his teeth sending a wave of shocking heat throughout her body, eliciting sensations she never felt before. She whimpered when he kept it up, alternating between softly suckling her with pulling on her nipple with his teeth, biting down just to the point of discomfort before releasing her and running his tongue over the tortured bud, all the while plucking on her left nipple with his fingers. The dual stimulation, alternating with one nipple being treated to a soothing caress while the other a hard pinch between teeth or fingers before switching, threw her into a swirling vortex of pleasure, more than she