Harboring Hannah by Pepper North
Chapter 11
“I’m beat, Little girl,” Deke confessed when they’d finally reached their hotel for the evening. They’d delayed long enough to have a hearty, balanced meal at a local diner before checking in.
After watching him stretch his back and shoulders, she could tell he was stiff and sore. Hannah stripped off the bedspread. “Take off your shirt and lie down on the bed. I’m a pretty good masseuse,” she urged.
It spoke to how tense his body was that Deke didn’t argue. He stepped out of his shoes and pulled his T-shirt over his head before dropping with a sigh of exhaustion to lie on the bedspread.
Hannah took off her shoes before walking to the bathroom to grab the complimentary bottle of lotion. She opened it as she returned.
“Hey, this smells good. Not too girly,” she assured him.
“You could make me smell like cotton candy if it would help.”
As she climbed onto the bed, Hannah shared, “I like cotton candy.” She straddled his muscular thighs showcased in his snug jeans. His butt tempted a delicious bite, but she forced herself to focus on helping him. Pouring a healthy supply of the slippery mixture into her hand, Hannah recapped the bottle and set it aside.
“Try to relax,” she urged as she stroked down his spine.
“I’ve been trying to do that since the storm.”
“Breathe deeply, Daddy.” Her fingers worked on the knots next to his backbone first. She could feel his powerful muscles tighten at first before releasing as she traced the path of each one methodically.
“Damn, Little girl. You’re not just good at this. You’re amazing.”
“Thank you. I studied to be a massage therapist for a while before I flitted off to something else,” she said, dismissing her inclination not to finish anything.
Deke reached a hand back to wrap his fingers around her calf and squeeze lightly. “No talking badly about yourself. I have a feeling there’s more to that story than you’re letting on. Keep going. That feels so much better.”
She felt the corners of her lips curve upward. Hannah liked being able to take care of him. He’d already done so much for her. It was nice to have a talent to help him as well. Leaning over his body, she concentrated on releasing all the knots.
The room felt more intimate than the practice rooms at the massage center where she’d taken her classes. The bond already formed between them made touching him more personal. She tried to keep her touch professional but loved the feel of his firm body under her fingertips too much to be totally removed.
“Stop when your hands get tired, Hannah. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Deke warned.
Without thinking, she leaned forward to press a kiss to his neck. “I’ve got this, Daddy.”
Minutes passed. Deke’s breathing settled into a regular pattern as he followed her instruction to shift an arm or turn his head. His moans of enjoyment registered deep within her, making Hannah squeeze her thighs together. She struggled to squelch her arousal, wanting only to help him.
When she reached his lower back, his waistband stymied her. Rising on to her knees, she reached around him to unfasten his jeans. Her fingers froze at his fly.
“You didn’t think you could rub all over me, Little girl, and not have me respond, did you?” he asked in an amused tone as he turned to meet her gaze. “Need my pants off?”
“Yes,” she squeaked. It wasn’t unusual for a man to respond to a therapist’s touch. It made it so much more… meaningful when it was her Daddy’s body.
“Shift to the side, sweetheart,” he requested. When she moved, he rolled off the bed, moving much better than he had when they’d arrived at the room. Without fanfare, Deke stripped the rest of his clothes off, giving her a glimpse of his thick cock.
Hannah bit her lip, forcing her mind and her gaze away from her desire. Stop it!I want to take care of him, not jump him! Patting the bed, she invited him to stretch out once again.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Little girl. Stop when you get tired,” he warned as he settled back on the bed.
Forcing herself into professional mode, Hannah tried not to notice his delicious butt as she settled next to him. She poured more lotion on her hands and massaged his lower spine. His knotted muscles yielded to her insistent attention as she erased the stress of keeping the vehicle safely on the road.
When her path took her to the swell of his tight glutes, Deke growled, “Damn, your hands feel good on me, Hannah.”
Unable to resist, she quipped, “They’d feel better wrapped around your cock.”
The bed rocked under her knees as he whirled over to face her. “Ask for permission, Little girl,” he commanded, his low voice rough with desire.
Without hesitating, she obeyed. “Daddy, may I touch you?”
“Yes,” he answered with a wolfish smile.
Coating her hands with more of the slippery liquid, Hannah gripped his upper thighs. She allowed her fingertips to dig into the tense muscles of his legs as she moved closer to his erection. Only gentling her touch when she brushed his heavy balls, Hannah brushed her fingers over them. A deep moan of pleasure escaped from his lips.
She feathered her thumbs over the thick base of his cock before tracing from the shaft to the tip. Wrapping her fingers tightly around the broad head, Hannah slid her hands slowly down. Her gaze flitted from her grip around him to his face to read his enjoyment of her touch.
His expression captivated her—fiercely passionate and hungry. There was no mistaking his desire for her touch. She felt powerful for the first time in an extremely long time. Moving her cupped hands increasingly faster, Deke rewarded her attention with thrusts of his own to meet her caresses.
Hannah swirled her hands from side to side, creating a twisting caress she hoped he liked. When his eyes closed, as if overwhelmed by the sensations, she clenched her thighs together. Her panties were goners, soaked completely through. Desire flooded her body as she imagined taking him inside her body with every downward stroke.
“Enough!” Deke roared.
Her hands tightened in reaction to his order, bringing another groan to his lips. He covered her grip with his hands. Immediately, she loosened her fingers, afraid she had done something wrong.
“Get a condom from my wallet,” he directed as he grabbed a handful of sheets to wipe the lotion from his body.
Hannah leapt from the bed to grab his jeans. Fumbling through the pockets, she grabbed his wallet and opened it. Reluctant to search through his personal things, she glanced up at him.
“There is nothing in there you can’t see,” he reassured her. “Hurry. I’m ready to unwrap you.”
“I’ve got it,” she exclaimed a few seconds later, waving a small packet in the air.
“Come here, Little girl.” Deke rolled to his feet. Taking the condom from her fingers, he bit on the corner to free his hands. He snagged the bottom of her T-shirt to pull her close to his naked form. He quickly tugged the shirt over her head and discarded her bra.
“So pretty,” he praised, cupping her breasts.
“I need to be in you, sweetheart. This is going to be fast,” he warned, unfastening her jeans and pushing them over her hips and thighs. Deke quickly hooked her panties on each side and sent them down to her ankles. Pulling her against his body, he backed up to the bed and sat down.
“Time to be a cowgirl, Little girl.”
Unsure of what he wanted, Hannah allowed him to pull her onto the bed. Her thighs straddled his hips, and her feet, tethered by the clothing around them, extended over the bed. Deke laid back on the bed, keeping her kneeling over him with a firm grip on her waist.
Off-balance, Hannah steadied herself by leaning slightly forward to brace one hand against his hipbone. Deke sheathed himself in the protective barrier before flexing his hips upward to glide his penis through her wet folds.
She hummed with delight as his thick rod grazed against her intimately. Hannah ground against his shaft as he moved against her. Over and over, he caressed her with himself, treating her clit to a heated massage that made her squirm with desire.
Needing him inside her, she begged, “Please!”
“You are soaked, Hannah,” he complimented. “I’ll make it better.”
His hands gripped her hips and maneuvered her over his body. Deke fit the broad head of his cock against her and pressed forward slowly. Hannah’s eyes lowered to half-mast as his cock stretched her tight channel, keeping her on the edge between pleasure and pain.
Turned on more than she ever remembered being, Hannah needed him totally inside her body. When Hannah tried to lower herself faster, his fingers bit into her hips and stopped her motion.
“Daddy’s in charge. Your playtime is over.”
He waited until she nodded her agreement and then restarted his slow glide inside. Her body quaked with sensation as his cock stimulated her inner walls. Hannah’s head fell back as she became overwhelmed from the feel of him filling her so completely—controlling her so completely.
It seemed like a lifetime, but Hannah knew it was mere seconds until her body reached his. She blew out a ragged breath that became a quick inhale as Deke lifted against her, pushing a micro bit more inside her. His body rotated in a tight circle, pushing the flames inside her higher.
“Now, sweetheart. Now, you can move,” he said, giving her permission as he bounced her upward.
Shifting slightly at first, Hannah rocked forward and back to test the limitations he might impose. To her surprise, Deke released his tight hold on her hips to slide his hands up her ribcage to cup her breasts. She moaned with delight as his fingers caressed her.
Deke’s thrusts into her body intensified, coaxing Hannah to move with him. She leaned forward to brace her hands against his broad shoulders. Pushing down to meet his thrust, Hannah gasped at the sparks that flickered inside her belly. She could feel her orgasm lurking just outside her reach. Tantalized, Hannah shimmied backward just slightly to align their bodies precisely.
“There!” she murmured, finding the magical combination of movements that promised satisfaction.
The heat of their bodies wrapped around them in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Hannah traced his handsome form with her gaze, loving the shadows that fell in the grooves of his chiseled form. Mapping his body by touch, Hannah sought to please him, and delighted in every sharp inhale of breath as he responded to the feel of her hands on his flesh and her tight passage clenching around him.
Inhaling Deke’s masculine scent as their bodies moved together, Hannah cried out as a sudden orgasm crashed over her body. Writhing on top of him, her spasms locked around his body as he thrust into her. With a shout, Deke emptied himself into the condom.
As their movements quieted, Deke wrapped his arms around Hannah’s back and pulled her down to his body. She could feel his heart rate pounding strongly inside his chest. Closing her eyes, Hannah treasured their closeness. She never wanted this to end.