the table, and he takes it while still nibbling on my neck.
“I think she likes being woken up this way,” I reply, my voice still groggy with sleep.
He eases in, and I gasp, arching my back to give him easier access.
“God, you feel so good, Nash. This won’t take me long at all,” he whispers, reaching for my cock. With my hand over his, he thrusts slow and deep, and my body is on fire, red hot flames reaching the very tips of my toes.
His husky grunts of pleasure in my ear push me closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I gasp as he jolts forward, fucking me in deep, smooth movements. It’s the precipice of pain and pleasure, touching that most sensitive spot inside me, the one that makes my dick throb and my heart stutter in my chest.
“Oh God…” His deep voice echoes through every bone in my body as he shakes and shudders, his release spilling inside me.
When his hand leaves my dick and latches onto my throat, I want to tell him I’m his. I’m all fucking his. He can do whatever he wants with me. When he’s fucking me, I don’t need a goddamn thing, except for maybe the woman next to him, the one who treats my soul with such tenderness I would die a thousand times to be better for her.
“She’s still fucking asleep,” he says in my ear, and we both laugh, catching our breaths at the same time.
“No, I’m not,” she groans. “You two don’t fuck as quietly as you think you do.”
Ellis climbs out of bed and walks to the bathroom, and I roll over, gathering her tiny body in my arms. “What’s wrong? Jealous?”
Trailing my fingers down her stomach, I reach into her panties and run them through her warm folds. “Nothing gets you hotter than hearing us fuck, does it?” I murmur against her neck, running my tongue up to her lips as she moans through me plunging my digits into her warmth.
I love watching her moan and writhe underneath me. And yeah, sometimes I like to wrap my hands around that little neck of hers, her eyes filling with fear and arousal as I fuck her, claiming her and her beautiful pussy as mine. That’s what she comes to me for. She knows if she wants it sweet, she can go to Ellis. He might be hard on me, but never on her. That’s my job.
When I hear the shower running, I know he can’t hear anymore, so I tear off her underwear, making her yelp. Then she looks up at me with her lip pinched between her teeth.
Flipping her roughly to her knees, I work my way into her from behind, and she lets out a gasp, clawing at the headboard. Once I’m buried as far as I can go, I slam into her again and again, slow but deliberate.
“Harder,” she pants, and I grip harshly onto her hips and give her exactly what she wants.
Holding out until I feel her tense and shivering is hard considering Ellis got me all warmed up, but her climax finally sets me free, and I slam in one last time, holding her hips hard against me as I spill myself inside of her.
We fall to the pillows together before she crawls over and rests her head against my chest.
“What do you want to do today, beautiful?”
“We still haven’t seen the Rijksmuseum. Or Anne Frank’s house.”
“It’s up to you,” I mumble against her hair. Just then, Ellis steps out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair without a shred of clothes on, and Hanna and I both stare in interest.
“We could also stay in the hotel all day,” I say before she playfully slaps my chest and climbs out of the bed.
“There is such a thing as too much sex.”
Ellis and I glare skeptically at each other in a shared expression of disapproval. She kisses him quickly before scurrying to the bathroom, holding her legs close together to keep everything I just spilled in her from running down her leg. It makes me laugh as I lie on the bed with my arm folded behind my head.
“What are you smiling about?” Ellis asks while getting dressed.
Why wouldn’t I be? It’s been a year since we made our way back together. It was never easy, especially at first as we tried to let Hanna make her own way in the city, working long hours, scraping together her tips to make ends meet, knowing