68. Maddox

SIXTY-EIGHT

Instead of tensing at my words, Hannah goes lax beneath me.

I don't think she fully understands, not truly, how much I mean it. But that's okay because I'll show her.

I press my lips to her temple again.

I can't fucking help myself.

It's on the tip of my tongue to tell her the truth. That I love her. But I don't want to say it too soon, and risk her thinking I'm insincere.

But in reality, I know it's not too soon because I've known this beautiful woman for fifteen years. We just lost each other for a moment.

I press my lips against her warm skin again, holding them there.

Hannah presses her own kiss to that spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

The movement causes her muscles to flex around me, and it makes my dick twitch. Which makes my whole body twitch.

Hannah snickers, and that starts the cycle again.

"Just hold still," I grunt. The tensing muscles are too much on my oversensitive cock.

"Sorry," she laughs, and her vibrating body makes me groan.

I dislodge my arms from underneath her and plant my hands next to her head to push myself up.

Looking down, I take her in. Her big tits. Her flushed chest. The smudged makeup around her eyes.

She wasn't crying from sadness or pain. It was from overwhelming emotion. I know it was because I felt it too.

I shift back and brush my thumb across one of the tear trails. "Perfect."

Hannah bites her lip, and I drag my thumb down her cheek until I'm pulling her lip free from her teeth.

Then, because her mouth is right there, I lower mine to meet it.

Our sighs mingle as our lips touch, but when I pull back, Hannah shifts and scrunches up her nose. Like a goddamn bunny.

"Maddox?"

"Hmm?" I tap my fingertip to her nose.

"We're making a mess."

"Huh?" I look lower to where we're connected. "Oh."

I pull partway out, looking at the mess she's referring to.

"Maddox." She smacks my arm with a snort. "Get off."

I give her a sad look. "In my twenties, I could've. But now…" I shake my head.

Hannah rolls her eyes. "Oh my god, just get your giant cock out of me."

My bark of laughter is unexpected, which causes me to slip the rest of the way out.

Hannah snaps her legs together as soon as I'm out of the way, but with her knees up, I'm still treated to a wonderfully messy view.

I know better than to take naked photos of anyone anywhere, but damn, I'm fucking tempted.

Instead, I drag my eyes up to meet Hannah's. "Stay put."

"I'm —"

I stride across the room toward the bathroom. "One second."

Maybe eight seconds later, I'm back with a damp washcloth.

"I can do it." Hannah tries to sit up as I near, but her butt is still up on the pillow, making it difficult.

"Let me do it." I tap her knee. "Open."

"Open," she grumbles in a voice that's meant to be a mockery of mine. But it's just cute.

"Hannah."

"Fine!" She slaps her hands over her eyes and drops her knees apart.