Hannah
I twisted my hips against him, aching for that familiar pleasure—for him to hit just the right spot, deeper, deeper…
“Noah…”
“Hannah,” he muttered, his tousled hair falling into his eyes.
The sound of his voice set me ablaze. I reached for him just as I felt myself go over the edge. That ache turned into a throb, and then, “Oh… Noah!”
But there was no answer, although the throbbing remained. My eyes shot open as that pleasure trembled through me, my legs squirming beneath the sheets, my damp panties suddenly feeling all too tight in the aftermath.
And then it hit me. I bolted up to a sitting position, my bleary eyes wide, and I was met with a low chuckle from the other side of the room.
“Having a pleasant dream?” Noah asked, casually sipping his coffee.
