I began to move in earnest. I got up on my knees and held Hannah’s hip; I snaked a hand beneath her to tease her clit.
Her sex clamped around mine. Already? I gazed down.
One look at Hannah’s body in that tight getup and I needed to come. I thrust frantically, watching my cock and her ass, the curve of her spine, her swollen *. Excitement rushed through me. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop moving. Hannah was here—under me. For one weekend. Not long enough.
My pace grew punishing, my thrusts brutal. I poured my anger and frustration into that fuck, and Hannah bucked and moaned in response.
How could she live without this? I couldn’t.
“I need … to come,” I managed. “Come for me, Hannah … come.”
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “I am—I am—” And she did. With a cry, she convulsed and tightened, the pressure of her body practically painful on my dick.
I swore and released. My pleasure spilled into Hannah; her pleasure dripped over my hand and ran down her inner thigh.
She always made a mess for me.
We collapsed across the floor. I rolled Hannah’s body onto mine and lay there gasping. She curled on top of me and held me.
“I was…” I laughed. Some of my anger evaporated in our afterglow. “I was … planning to draw that out a bit more.”
Hannah giggled. “Me, too.”
“Oh, yeah?” I tugged on a garter strap. “Is that why you wore this? I just about spontaneously combusted, Hannah.”
“I think that’s exactly what you did…”
“Hey, now.” I slapped her bottom. “I wouldn’t put too fine a point on it.” I stood and lifted Hannah easily. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“We have plenty of time,” she murmured.
I carried her around the room. My sweet little bird.
“Mm … plenty of time.” One weekend.
Laurence watched us in a mild state of alarm, and when we noticed him watching, we laughed all over again. The things that rabbit has seen …
I set Hannah on the couch, dressed, and retrieved her things from the car. It took three trips. She had a suitcase, a cooler, and about seven loaded grocery bags.
She smiled each time I returned.
“Hannah.” I frowned at the pile of stuff. “You know I have food, right?”
“Hm?” She shrugged and hopped off the couch to inspect my tree. The fucking tree. After I cut it down and hauled it into the cabin, I realized I had no base for the massive thing. Hence standing the tree in the corner. It looked like a joke.
But Hannah didn’t seem to care. She buzzed about, bending over and examining the gifts. “Presents!” she said.
“Mm…” I stared at her *. She was trotting around in the slip and thigh-highs and no panties. I walked into the coffee table and nearly ate it. “And—fuck!” I rubbed my shin. “And flowers. Here. For you.” I tapped the vase of roses on the dinner table.
Hannah flew over and hugged me tight. “So sweet, Matt. Thank you.”
I brushed my hands against her ass while she clung to me.
“Oh, hey, before I forget. I’ve got a new number. Did you try to call?”
“No.” Hannah’s brow knit.
“Yeah. Here.” I’d written my new TracFone number in my notebook. I tore out the page and brought it to Hannah. “I dropped my phone.”
She blinked and accepted the paper. “You dropped your phone? And it broke?”
“Yes. In … water.” I nodded. “Rushing water. Icy cold. Outside. A stream.” I made a streamlike gesture with my hands. Hannah was not buying this shit.
“In a stream,” she deadpanned.
“Mm.” I did the hand gesture again. A smile tugged at her lips.
“Okay, Mr. Mysterious. I’m guessing you dropped it in a stream called the toilet and you’re too embarrassed to tell me.” She fetched her phone and began changing my contact info, then paused. “Hey, how did you get a new phone?” She surveyed the room. “Actually, how did you get all this stuff?”
“I’ve been hiking into town.”
Hannah’s eyes widened. “You have?”
“Yeah. I mean, I dyed my hair.”