or: JojoMojo
Title: A Long Awaited Visit -4- Not As We Planned
Part: 4
Universe: A Long Awaited Visit
Summary: Hannah and her newly reacquainted friend have high hopes for many repeats of their morning experience. However, life has a way of changing the best laid plans.
Keywords: Mg, ped, cons
A Long Awaited Visit -4- 'Not As We Planned'
by JojoMojo
(Mg, ped, cons)
...continued from "A Long Awaited Visit" you may want to read the first three chapters before this one - find them at my webpage: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/JojoMojo/www/
The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100 percent fantasy. That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I experienced as a child, what felt good and WHAT DID NOT. Ecstasy is what I'm interested in, ecstasy for all involved.
Copyright �2009 by the author
...I came down from my shower to find that Hannah had finished washing the dishes. We worked together to dry and put them away. Then we packed a lunch as she wanted to go for a hike, I assumed to re-visit some of the places we had enjoyed together when she was little. As we worked, We took our time, as there was no reason to rush with the whole day ahead of us. Even though I had only recently experienced an amazing orgasm (probably the most intense in my life) I was surprised to find that I was slightly aroused just being around her.
As I watched Hannah, moving and swaying as she worked, I found myself imagining her lips on mine; those firm little girl kisses; the feel of her sex against me; what she tasted like; the feel of her body responding to my attention. I had to force myself to be in the present; remind myself that she was just a little girl, that while she had obviously enjoyed the sex play, that it wasn't her only interest, her only reason to want to be around me.
In contrast, Hannah gave no outward sign that she was having any thoughts about what we had shared less than an hour ago. She was humming as she worked, only stopping to talk about her favorite subject, horses. She had everything all planned out, where they could fence off enough space for a corral and pasture and where the barn could be built; what color the horse would be; that she would ride western style; everything except the financing. I could see why John had warned me about the horse topic.
It became clear as we put a blanket, our lunch and some drink boxes into a day pack that the plan was not to revisit old haunts, but for her to walk me through all her horse plans. There was a part of me that had been secretly hoping for an outdoor repeat of our morning's activities. I had even thought of a place for our next tryst, the large pine tree where we used to go to the "hall of the fairy princess." However, it seemed that kind of activity was the furthest thing from her mind.
I put those thoughts aside and decided to just enjoy the time with Hannah and followed her out the door, truly ready to embark on another journey into Hannah's world. While the property looked virtually the same as it had five years ago and I was with a curly haired blonde girl, it was obvious that her vision of the place had changed significantly.
As we stepped off the back porch she took my hand, barely able to contain her excitement and we plunged headlong into her fantasy. This time rather than a fairytale world suitable for a little blonde cherub, it was the world of a more mature, slender, blonde horse woman. We walked along the path she had planned from the house through the woods to the pasture.
She had placed stones where the four corner posts for the corral would be and even laid out the dimensions of the barn with smaller stones. I was amazed at her depth of knowledge, she knew how large the corral needed to be and what size the stalls should be. She had even thought out how to get water to the barn from the house.
When I acted surprised at her knowledge, she gave me a glance that said I was silly to wonder, "AllAboutHourses.org on the net," she said with authority. "They have every thing you need to know before you get your first horse."
Listening to her share I was struck by the contrast, while her plans were well thought out and researched, far beyond what I would have expected for a ten year old girl, they were sprinkled with flights of true little girl fantasy, with no basis in the real world of financial or physical reason.
I found myself completely lost in her enthusiasm, wrapped up in the sparkle of her eyes and the glint of the sun on her hair as she led me from place to place. The morning's passion was completely forgotten, except for the lump in my throat that appeared occasionally when she looked directly into my eyes to make a point. Instead, I reveled in this new creature, no longer just a cute little girl, but not yet a woman either, full of passion, plans, full of life.
I decided as we walked, that I'd be willing to invest in her dream, to help John and Carol with some of the finances and maybe even spend a few weekends helping to build things. I figured I'd be able to talk with them over wine that evening and broach the subject carefully, couch it as a "thank you" for the refuge they gave me five years ago when I had arrived there so lost and alone.
The sun had passed its zenith before Hannah finally ran out of things to show me and plans to walk through. Our wanderings found us at the back of the property in a quiet little clearing. We laid out our blanket and lunch, enjoying the warmth of the sun as we munched on our sandwiches. Like any good entrepreneur, she waited until I had a full belly before putting on the full court press.
Hannah jumped right in, explaining why I was the right one to convince her father that a horse was a good investment, how it would make her a better person, even working to convince me that I could come to visit on weekends and help to build the corral and barn. I had to chuckle at her sales pitch and how she seemed to have read my mind.
All in all she had a convincing argument, even if I was biased. I found myself wondering if John would be willing to consider a silent partner in "the horse project." I assured Hannah that I would talk to John as soon as it made sense, but made her promise not to bring it up. "You know, it has to be the right timing from your dad's perspective," I explained. She nodded gravely, then brightened, throwing her arms around my neck and burying her face in my chest. "I know you can do it," she said with a ring in her voice, "he'll listen to you!"
After a long hug, she looked up at me, eyes sparkling with tears, "I really missed you," she said, a little quaver in her voice, "nobody else listens to me like you do. It makes me feel like I'm a grownup to you..." She ended mid-sentence and left the thought hanging. I'm not sure who moved, whether she stretched up or I bent down, but as our lips met, hers were parted, almost as if she was going to say something else.
The result was that rather than a tight lipped little girl kiss, my lips met soft, partially opened lips. I struggled not to overwhelm her, keeping my touch light. I could feel her weight as she melted into my arms and felt her sigh lightly into my mouth. I met her breath with the tip of my tongue, barely brushing her lips before retreating. She returned my touch with her own, tasting my lips tentatively with her tongue. We traded touches twice more, each one an exploration of new territory.
I broke our kiss there, wanting way more, but also aware of the fact that this was brand new to her, wanting to keep it new and mysterious as long as possible. We ended up on our backs, holding hands and staring up at the sun, each lost in our own thoughts for a while. Then she rolled towards me, pulling herself across my chest, her hair making a curtain around our faces. She stared at me for a moment, then lips quivering slightly, she lowered her face until her lips brushed mine.
She brushed my lips a second time, then let her lips part as she placed them firmly on top of mine and touched her tongue to my lips. This time I met her tongue tentatively with mine and before long we were deep in a series of passionate kisses, barely taking time to breathe between them, seemingly starved for the taste of each other. My hands cradled her head, fingers entwined in her hair as we kissed.
I concentrated on not overwhelming her. I was very aware of the difference in the size of her lips and mine as we kissed. While I was no stranger to a French kiss, the whole experience felt new to me because her tongue seemed so tiny. She felt so light and petite on top of me, her lips, even the tip of her nose as it touched mine felt petite. I had to work hard to keep my touch light, letting her explore my mouth with her tongue, meeting her explorations with the tip of mine.
I had a passing thought that we were essentially out in the open, even though we were far from the house, but it disappeared in the haze of passion. We entered a dreamy place where kiss dissolved into kiss. I felt like a teenager, experiencing the sensations again for the first time. Eventually, she ended up completely on top of me and my hands moved down to clasp firm buns through her jeans, kneading them as she began to press her pelvis into me, the passion we had experienced that morning bubbling to the surface for both of us.
I moved from her lips to kiss her cheeks then down her jaw and onto her neck. I could feel her breath in my ear as I pressed my lips to her soft skin and had a sense that I wanted to devour her with my kisses. I gave a thought to rolling her onto her back so I could kiss the most intimate place, my favorite erogenous zone, the base of her neck at the collar bone; that indent where you can see a woman's pulse. Instead, I stopped and let her set the pace, receiving more passionate kisses on the lips, our tongues exploring, intertwining. She seemed as hungry for me as I was for her.
I had just worked my hand inside her jeans to touch her panty clad buns when I first heard it, almost as if in a dream, but then penetrating, becoming real. Someone was calling our names and the voice, while still a ways off was getting closer. Hannah became aware of it about the same time and stopped mid-kiss to listen. She groaned then gave me one last kiss, short and passionate before rolling off and onto the blanket in a sitting position.
Without having to talk about it to make the decision, we both called back, directing John to where we were. We stood as he got closer and I picked up the remains of lunch and our blanket and began stuffing them back into the pack. As John walked into the clearing, I was just zipping up the pack, holding it in front of me, hoping that my arousal from moments before would subside quickly.
Hannah ran to John and jumped up into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and said "Daddy, you're home early! We walked all morning and then we had a picnic lunch. I'm so glad you let me stay!" He released her and covered the space between us in two quick paces. For a moment, I thought maybe he had seen us before he called and was going to clock me.
Instead he broke into a conspiratorial grin, "Hmmm, let me guess, you've gotten the full horse farm plan, complete with meadow, corral and barn!"
I looked past him to Hannah and winked, "You have one smart daughter," I replied, trying not to sound too relieved. "she has done a lot of research and knows all the facts. I'm not sure why you haven't already started the project," I finished with a light punch to his shoulder for emphasis.
We headed back down the trail towards the house together, Hannah alternating between holding each of our hands, interjecting facts as I reviewed her plans with John. When we got back to the house, I checked my watch and was horrified to find that they weren't early getting back as I had originally thought. Hannah and I had entered some kind of passion fueled time warp, I guess, as it was already late afternoon. Our lunch had ended hours ago.
It seems that Carol and John arrived home and had plenty of time to shower before he decided to go looking for us. I could have kicked myself for so totally losing track of time. What was a wonderful day with Hannah could have easily gotten ugly because of my carelessness.
Carol had appetizers waiting for us on the back porch. I excused myself and changed, wanting to get out of my "moistened" pants so I wouldn't feel guilty sitting with Tom and Carol making small talk. Appetizers and wine on the back porch were followed by a great dinner together, with alternating tales of our walk and their ride.
As the evening lengthened, Hannah went willingly for a bath and came down in her nightshirt. She invited me to come upstairs to tuck her in. Without missing a beat, Tom reminded her that we had not gotten any "grownup" time, that she got to spend all day with me and that she had gotten tucked in last night. All hell broke loose as Hannah dissolved into tears, tried pleading, and progressed to a full blown tantrum. Tom finally banished her to her room.
I was both amazed at her fury and heartbroken at her anguish, caught between the impulse to go right up and comfort her and the honest desire to sit and catch up with Carol and Tom. I decided to stay downstairs, but found that my mind was upstairs with Hannah, afraid her heart was broken. After a respectable amount of time, I excused myself, saying I needed to use the bathroom and headed upstairs.
I slipped into Hannah's room and found her laying with her back to the door, still crying, her face buried in her pillow, shoulders shaking with her silent sobs. When I touched her shoulder she didn't move, ignoring me it seemed. When I whispered her name, she turned a red tear stained face to me, then wrapped me in a desperate embrace.
I kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. She tipped her head back, lips parted expectantly. I brushed them with mine, but pulled away. "Hannah, I have to go downstairs and spend time with your parents for a while longer," I whispered. She shook her head violently as I continued, trying to get her to accept my reasoning. "We can't have them wondering about us, that would ruin everything!" I whispered, "I'll come and be with you in a little while. I'll wake you up if you fall asleep. I promise!"
Hannah slowly released me, "You really promise?" she whispered urgently, still sniffling. I nodded and slipped from her arms, out of her room and back downstairs, heart in my throat, wanting to be two places at the same time, but knowing the right place to be was with Carol and John.
We chatted for an hour or two over drinks about what life had become for all of us. I was able to broach the subject of a silent partnership in Hannah's horse dream but it was met with resistance. Tom felt that they were too tight financially at the moment to afford the upkeep on the horse, but agreed to give my offer some more consideration. While I enjoyed our conversation and truly cared about how they were doing, my heart was upstairs with Hannah.
I was relieved when they admitted that they were tired from the ride and ready to turn in for the night. Before parting, we agreed to share a leisurely brunch in the late morning before I had to head into the city. Tom and Carol assured me that they would not be waking early and wouldn't start cooking until I appeared downstairs.
I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with anticipation. I had to force myself to take the time to prepare for bed before heading to Hannah's room. I didn't want to do anything that would seem out of the ordinary if anyone was listening. I found that I had nothing to worry about. When I exited the bathroom in my shorts and t-shirt the lights were out downstairs, leaving the stairs awash in darkness.
I returned my kitbag to my room and turned out the lights before heading silently down the hall toward the glow of light from Hannah's room. I could barely contain my excitement as I walked through the door. Expecting a jubilant welcome, my heart sank as I realized that she had fallen asleep waiting for me.
She was on her side facing the wall with the sheet pulled up over her shoulders, her hair a jumble of golden curls falling across the pillow. I bent over her and kissed her cheek, whispering her name. When that didn't wake her I tried saying her name a little louder and shaking her shoulders. When that didn't work I tried turning her onto her back while calling her name as loudly as I dared. This only resulted in her pushing me away and rolling back onto her side.
Carol's words from the night before came back to me and I realized with a sinking feeling that I probably couldn't wake her up. My first impulse came from my lecherous side, I gave serious thought to taking advantage of her deep sleep and exploring her body further. I found myself reasoning that if Hannah woke up, she wouldn't really mind.
That line of thought brought me to the guilty realization that I was being horribly selfish and thoughtless. Here was a beautiful child who had happily and enthusiastically engaged in some very erotic play with me and I was standing there considering stealing what she would gladly give. I could feel my face color with the realization.
I had almost resigned myself to heading to bed alone and facing Hannah's wrath in the morning when a new thought struck me. I turned off the light then carefully bent over the bed, placed my hands beneath the covers and under Hannah. I slowly drew her to me wrapping her in my arms and lifting her from the bed in one fluid motion. She reacted by wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face in my shoulder, a natural reaction from a child used to being moved from car or sofa to bed by her parents.
I walked down the hall as quietly as possible, enjoying her warmth and the softness of her breath on my neck; marveling at how small she felt in my arms. I somehow managed to get the covers down and her into my bed without dropping her or wrenching my back. I walked around the other side and climbed in beside her covering us both and spooning to cradle her in my arms. She sighed and snuggled back into me, pressing her buns into my groin, producing a slight hardening.
As I held her I breathed in her scent, trying to memorize it for the weeks or months we would be separated. Her hair smelled of strawberries as it had the night before, but as I lay there breathing in and out, I became aware of a more subtle scent, something that was uniquely Hannah, a mingling of her sweat and breath and skin.
I reasoned as I lay there holding her that the chance of someone coming upstairs in the middle of the night was slim and I could always feign surprise at finding her in my bed if we were discovered. Since I had carried her while asleep, she could honestly say she didn't know how she got there. I figured it would look a whole lot less suspicious to have them find Hannah in my bed than to find me in hers. While this wouldn't be the night of passion I had hoped for, I was thankful to just be holding her in my arms.
After a while, Hannah rolled onto her back and in the rising moonlight I could just make out her features. I let my hand stray down to rest on top of her panties, just above her groin, reveling in the softness of her stomach under my touch. I wanted to stay awake and just watch her sleep, but soon felt my eyes getting heavy and eventually fell sound asleep.
I was dreaming about our picnic, the sun was up and we were laying on the blanket. But instead of just passionate kisses, Hannah had her hand on my swollen manhood as we kissed. Her hand was soft as she explored me, touching softly, fingertips tracing the length, measuring the girth, touching the head, cupping my balls. The weird thing was that Tom was standing at the edge of the meadow watching us. Seeing Tom, I struggled to get her to stop, but couldn't move my arms.
Suddenly we were no longer in the meadow but in Hannah's bed continuing our lovemaking, this time thankfully, alone in our passion. I could feel her lips against mine as she whispered my name over and over. The feeling was so wonderful, her body against mine as we moved together that I didn't want it to end. But I could feel the dream fading and with the resignation that comes with reality, I began to wake up.
As I became aware, I realized that I was on my back with Hannah half on top of me, kissing me and whispering my name, and that her hand was inside my shorts, exploring me gently. I became fully awake with the realization and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me and half whispered, "Hey beautiful."
She stopped kissing me and withdrew her hand as if it had been stung. I reached down and took her hand in mine, guiding her back inside my shorts, whispering, "It's ok, honey." She slid off my chest and lay on her side, her head on my shoulder while she began to gingerly began to explore me again.
"You kept your promise," she whispered with a little awe in her voice. "I woke up 'cause I had to pee and I was next to you with your arms around me. You didn't even move when I got up but when I came back you were on your back, so I started kissing you. Then I was curious about what your, um, penis really felt like. I hope you're not mad." She let her voice trail off, sounding contrite.
I chuckled softly. "One thing you will learn is that waking up like I just did will never make a guy mad," I whispered back, kissing her on top of the head. I began to guide her hand and before long she was stroking me softly. She nuzzled against my neck with her lips, then raised up slightly to kiss my lips. Before long we were kissing passionately while she kept up the motion with her hand.
"I want you to touch me too, she whispered," her lips brushing mine as she spoke. I slipped my hand down and inside her underwear. As I did, she shifted slightly, opening her legs to allow me access. I began to stroke her and before long we were both moving against each other's hands as we kissed. I could feel an orgasm beginning to build and was contemplating whether I should warn her or just let it happen when she suddenly stopped rubbing me.
"Can you kiss me, like you did this morning?" she whispered into my cheek. "Can you kiss me down there? Would you mind? I know it must taste yucky, but it feels so good."
I didn't need to be asked again. "I like the way you taste," I whispered, "and I'm always willing to kiss you, when ever you want."
Without another word, I pushed her onto her back and began kissing at her lips, down her throat, keeping up the rubbing with my hand as I kissed her. I stopped at her throat where it met her collarbone and spent a few minutes gently kissing the pulse that was beating there. This brought a sigh and a soft moan. I skipped down to where her shirt had slipped up to reveal that beautiful flat belly and kissed my way to the elastic band of her panties.
As I began to kiss and pull the elastic down to reveal more flesh, the scent of her arousal met me. She was writhing in anticipation and raised her hips to allow me to slip the thin cotton down and off. As I lowered my mouth to cover her sex, she spread her legs wide and pressed up into my lips.
I hungrily worked my lips and tongue over her sex, sliding up and down, wanting to kiss everywhere at once. As I concentrated on her little clit, she began to hump my mouth in earnest, driving my tongue down. I felt the tip enter her and pressed it in further, wanting to extend as deeply as she would allow. As her hips fell away, I moved back to her clit, circling it with my tongue, feeling her drive her hips up, my tongue finding her vagina again, pressing into the soft folds.
Three more thrusts and I heard her gasp, then grunt softly as she pressed up and held her buns off the bed, pressing hard as my tongue entered her one last time. We remained suspended together in time for what seemed an eternity, my tongue buried inside her, wanting more. Then she collapsed against the bed and pushed my head away from her sex with her hands.
I desperately wanted release of my own, but ignored the urge to press against her and grind my hips into hers. Instead, I slipped onto my side moving up next to her, pulling the sheet with me to cover us. I reached out and cradled her in my arms, watching the pulse in her neck, just barely visible in the moonlight above the sheet.
After a while, she slipped her hand down across my stomach and began her explorations again. "I want to see what your penis really looks like," she whispered. "Can we turn on the light?"
I could feel myself twitch at the thought of exposing myself to her inspection, a drop of pre-cum escaping onto her hand. "Sure," I whispered back, "go close the door, but be really quiet when you do it."
I watched as her thin form slipped out of the bed and closed the door. I was tempted to turn on the light to watch her walk back, but let her slip in and under the sheets before turning on the lamp by the bed. As I blinked in the light, I noticed the clock, 2:30 am. That meant we had plenty of time to explore as long as we were quiet.
I slipped out to lay on top of the sheets and Hannah slid down in the bed until her head was near my stomach. She put her hands under the elastic of my shorts and looked back at me expectantly. I obliged her and raised my hips, allowing her to slide my shorts down, enjoying the glimpse of her those little globes that made up her cute bottom as she bent double to push them off my feet.
My dick was already rock hard as she returned to her position beside me. She lay on one side, resting on her elbow as she began to explore me. She cupped my balls weighing them in her hand and I whispered that she should be gentle, that it doesn't feel good to have them squeezed. She nodded, a serious look on her face and continued to explore. With a gentle touch, she began working her way up the shaft, and finished by looking closely at the head. I softly explained what she was looking at as she explored each part.
She wrapped her hand around me and whispered, "I want to make you feel good like you made me feel good." I sighed happily as she began to stroke slowly and whispered instructions to guide her, occasionally reaching down to demonstrate what I wanted. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of her hands, one stroking and the other cupping my balls.
She was doing a great job for a beginner, the knowledge of how forbidden this was and the feeling of her small hands on me combined and I could feel myself getting close to cumming. After a little while in heaven, I felt her stop again. I opened my eyes to see her looking closely at my manhood, wrapped in her now still hand. She turned to me and whispered, "Can I, ummm, I mean is it possible, ummm to, you know, can a girl kiss a man, ummm down there like you kissed me and make him feel good?"
The question alone almost made me lose my load. I managed to keep control and nodded slowly. I explained the mechanics to her, then reached down with a corner of the sheet and wiped the pre-cum away. For some reason, I thought it important for her to "start clean." With a little coaxing, she first touched the head tentatively with her tongue and not finding anything unpleasant, wrapped her lips around the tip.
The feeling alone was heady, but combined with watching as she did it was enough to make my head spin. I concentrated on controlling myself, as my instinct was to push up, forcing more of myself into her mouth. I wanted her to take this at her pace. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, lips wrapped around most of the head, and I could feel her touch the tip with her tongue.
I smiled and whispered encouragement, trying to put her at ease. That seemed to embolden her and she slowly pushed her lips down the shaft until she had almost on third of it in her mouth. I don't think I can adequately describe the feelings as I was quite overwhelmed. I know that I tensed and could feel a little pre-cum dribble out. The unexpected liquid caused her eyes to widen a little and she scrunched up her nose.
She pulled my dick completely out of her mouth and gave me a tentative smile, then parted her lips and slowly slid them over the head and down the shaft until she had almost half of my dick in her mouth. Once there she swirled her tongue slowly around the head. When she touched the sensitive underside, I felt my dick jerk and a generous amount of pre-cum squirt out. Again, the unexpected liquid caused a similar reaction.
She slowly slid her mouth off me and paused, looking at my member, wet with a mixture of pre-cum and her saliva. A little string of saliva ran from her mouth to the head, glistening in the soft light. She wiped her mouth slowly, then turned to me, her eyes almost pleading. "I-I don't think I like doing that," she said softly, her voice sounding conflicted.
I reached down and put my hands under her arms, helping her to move up even with me. When she was resting on my chest, I cradled her face in my hands and gently kissed first her forehead, then both eyes, down her cheeks to her chin and finally brushed her lips with mine before giving her a soft kiss, letting my tongue touch her lips.
I pulled away and looked her in the eyes. "You don't have to do anything with me that you don't want to Hannah," I half whispered. "What we are doing should be enjoyable for both of us or we shouldn't be doing it."
"But," she started with tremor in her voice, "I want to make you feel good like you make me feel good. It isn't fair that you kiss me down there if I don't do the same for you." She sounded defeated as she delivered her rationalization.
"The difference is that I like kissing you down there," I whispered back. "That is something that gives me almost as much pleasure as it gives you. Some day you might decide that you like doing the same for me, but until then, there are lots of other things we can do. How would you like to see the sperm come out of my penis? I can show you how to make it come out and it would feel really good to me, too."
She nodded solemnly. I guided her so that she was on her knees, straddling my chest, she lay her head on my thigh and wrapped her hand around my dick. As she began to stroke me, I put both hands on her cheeks and leaned up to begin manipulating her with my lips and tongue. She shifted her weight, pressing back against my mouth as she continued stroking me.
I pressed my tongue into her vagina, feeling the warmth as I entered her for the second time that night. As I became more aroused, my kisses became more bold and I began tonguing her tight pink rose bud, then moving back to her vulva, pressing my tongue into each. This brought more pressure. She raised herself on her free hand and pushed back against my tongue as it entered each of her openings in turn.
As her excitement built, the speed of her strokes increased. It wasn't long before I felt the orgasm building. I managed to stop my kisses long enough to whisper a warning. She increased her strokes and I arched up to meet her, pressing my tongue deeply into her vagina, grunting as I came. The feeling was so explosive that I was momentarily lost in the feelings, unaware that she was cumming as well, grinding herself into me.
Most of my cum hit squarely on her chest with little drops landing on my stomach. She slowly released my still hard member and sank down against me, her chest on my stomach and her head on my thigh. I softly kneaded her buns as we both drifted down out of the clouds.
When I finally caught my breath, I reached up and pulled her hips, twisting her around so that she was once again laying on my chest. "That was awesome," I said hoarsely. She nodded a look of wonder in her eyes. "You are an amazing young lady, I am so lucky that you love me the way you do." She slowly lowered her head onto my shoulder and we lay in the afterglow of our passion just holding each other until I could feel my eyes getting heavy.
I knew that the safest thing to do was to insist that Hannah go back to her room, but I couldn't bear the thought of spending what was left of the night without her. I could tell that she was already asleep, so quietly rolled her off me and slipped out of bed. I was at the sink wetting a wash cloth before it dawned on me that I had left her lying naked in my bed and walked naked to the bathroom, leaving the door open, spilling light into the hall and down the stairs.
I hurried back into the room closing the door behind me. Hannah didn't even stir as I wiped the dried cum from her chest, and wrestled her back into panties and sleeping shirt. I slipped on my underwear and shorts, then tip-toed across the hall to leave the washcloth on the tub. I climbed into bed, turning off the light before spooning around her and drifting off to sleep with my golden haired angel wrapped firmly in my arms.
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