Hana's Handyman (3 page)

“I need to ask you something, Sam.”

“Go for it, sweetheart.” When she hesitated, he used his index finger to lift her chin. “We’re lying here naked after fucking like a couple of teenagers. In the very, very near future we’re going to do it again. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, Hana.”

“Do you always carry half a dozen rubbers in your wallet?”

“No, I sure don’t,” he answered in a serious tone. “I put them in there as soon as I got home on the day we met.”

“I hope not because I came across as an easy mark.” She infused as much humor as she could into her voice, but she was genuinely concerned. To the best of her knowledge, she’d never inspired a man to lust at first sight.

“Oh shit, no, Hana,” Sam said, resting his palm on her cheek. “You so blew me away within the first five minutes, I’m still shocked that I was able to carry on an intelligent conversation, let alone put together a professional proposal and bid. I knew immediately that I was going to do everything in my power to switch our relationship from business to personal, so being a confident guy, preparing for success made sense.”

Hana rolled onto him, wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged. “I’ve dreamt about you almost every night.”

Sam ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass cheeks. “Am I living up to your fantasies?”

“Well, so far so good, but I’ve got quite the active libido, which at times, leans toward the non-traditional.” Playfulness surged through her, as did renewed horniness. Hana planted little kisses along his chest and up to his shoulders, shimmying until her knees were by his hips. She pressed her wet pussy against his rigid penis and wiggled her ass.

“How intriguing.” Sam swatted her butt with authority, sending heat radiating down her legs.

He grabbed onto her rear, spread her cheeks wide and moved her up and down his length. She closed her eyes, relishing the friction on her clit. When the head of his cock nudged her entrance, she whimpered and stopped. Gripping his upper arm, she leaned over and grabbed a condom. Sam crossed his arms behind his head and watched her with hooded eyes as she tore open the package.

“Gonna help me?” she asked, holding him in one hand, the latex in the other.

“Nope,” he responded with a decadent grin.

“Very nice.” She chuckled, sheathing him.

“Hop on, sweetheart. Have your wicked way with me.”

As she moved to straddle him, he teased her pussy lips with two fingers. She batted his hand out of the way, positioned his cock and took him slowly inside. They moaned in unison when he was fully seated. Hana struggled for breath as she adjusted to the glorious sensation of being filled to capacity.

Sam’s words, along with him sitting upright propped against the headboard, his legs stretched out straight, gave the illusion she was in charge of their lovemaking, but the almost predatory look in his eyes left no doubt that he could and would take the upper hand when he was ready. Hana trembled with excitement. This man, whom she barely knew, seemed to understand exactly how to enflame her, body and mind.

He palmed her left breast, squeezing the sensitive flesh and catching her pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She felt each pinch and tug deep in her womb.

Hana wrapped her arms around his neck and began to ride him. She deliberately set an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the sweet torture, hoping she was driving him mad. She rose up until the tip of his cock was barely inside her. Sam used his free hand to massage her pussy, paying special attention to her throbbing clit.

She held his gaze while sliding back down. Sam reached around her hip. Hana threw her head back, dug her fingernails into his shoulders and squealed when his lubricated thumb breached her anus.

“Non-traditional is my middle name, Hana.” He pumped his thumb a few times before removing it and filling her with a couple of fingers. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Never in her life had Hana felt so free and uninhibited. She bounced up and down, angling her hips so she could rub her clit against his pelvis, at the same time, shoving her ass into his hand. Her breasts swayed, her thighs shook, hell, her toes curled.

“Your cunt’s squeezing me like a vise…faster…ah, harder…come for me…”

Hana shattered into a million pieces. As her body convulsed and her thoughts floated, she was vaguely aware of Sam holding her tight against his groin, keeping her from jerking off of him.

She dropped her forehead to his shoulder and struggled for breath. Feeling a cramp forming in her right shin, she attempted to shift her leg. Hana gasped when the movement caused her vaginal muscles to spasm around Sam’s still very hard cock.

“Are you kidding me?” she whispered, thrilled beyond belief at the possibility of Sam having more in store for her, but unsure what he’d think if he knew how into it she was.

“The fact that I’m about to be buried balls deep in your ass is no joking matter, sweetheart.”

When he carefully lifted her off his cock, Hana leaned to her side and flopped down on the mattress. She quickly draped a pillow over her face in an effort to buy time to get her racing thoughts and emotions under control. It had taken years after her divorce before she’d finally admitted her inability to communicate her true sexual desires had been a major factor in the breakup. Since then, she’d only tried once to be completely honest, and the man had embraced the acts without out the slightest understanding of their meaning.

Sam gently removed the fluffy barrier from her grasp and tossed it away. “Please don’t ever hide from me or yourself, Hana. Something real special is happening with us.”

He stroked her from shoulder to hip before blanketing her body with his and claiming her mouth. Hana writhed beneath him, raking her fingernails down his arms, back and over his butt until she couldn’t wait another second to have him fulfill his dark promise.

Hana ended their passionate kiss. “I need you, Sam,” she pleaded, breathing heavily.

“You’ve got me,” he replied, his eyes dark with emotion. “Where’s your lube, sweetheart?”

She pointed to the bedside table. Sam yanked open the drawer and withdrew the tube. He squirted a generous amount into his palm and coated his still-protected penis from root to head. Hana rolled over, gathering two pillows and shoving them under her pelvis.

“Such a precious gift,” he whispered with reverence. She felt him kneel between her legs. He caressed up her calves to the back of her knees. “Scoot up a little,” he directed, using gentle pressure to guide her.

Cream seeped from her pussy as seconds ticked by with Sam doing and saying nothing. Hana pictured him staring down at her, appreciating her submissive posture. Maybe he was stroking his cock, smiling because he knew he was driving her fucking crazy. Well, two could play this particular game.

She inserted her middle finger deep in her channel, letting out a long, low sigh as she fucked herself. Sam remained silent, but he spread open her ass cheeks and rested his cockhead against her anus. She switched her ministrations to her throbbing clit.
Oh God, yes, perfect; he gets this, gets me.

Sam breached her rear entrance. Hana squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed a fistful of sheet with the hand that wasn’t busy in her cunt.

When his thighs rested against hers, he leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. “Here we go.”

He took control of her body, her pleasure, in a manner Hana never conceived possible. He was forceful but gentle, commanding without being domineering. She felt cherished, safe, and, when they shared an earth-shattering release, finally satisfied in every sense of the term.

Sometime later, after a nap, Hana snuggled against Sam as he held her in his strong arms.

“I think this is as good a time as any to tell you that I’m going to be around here a lot longer than originally planned.” He brushed a kiss on her forehead. Hana felt his smile.

“Really? Well, I guess, if necessary, we could renegotiate your contract.” Hana found herself flat on her back with Sam peering down at her before she knew what happened.

“Ah, sweetheart, I say we just keep breaking all the rules.”

About the Author

Tessie Bradford is a wife, mother, and grandmother who works full-time outside the home, and tries very hard to keep her hours of drudgery inside the home to the barest minimum. When she’s not creating steamy stories for the characters living in her head, she may be reading a book, yelling at the TV during a football game, comforting a scared animal from the local shelter, or dancing in the aisles at a heavy metal concert!

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