“You really didn’t have to book a hotel room, we could’ve spent the night at your place.” Hanna says.

“You don’t like it?”

“Of course I like it,” she glances around the room’s entryway, “but this is too much. This place must cost a fortune.”

Grabbing her hand, I turn her to face me. “Nothing’s ever going to be too much when it comes to you, Hannah. Stop thinking about money and just tell me if you like it.”

Smiling, she squeezes my hand and nods. “I love it, really. Thank you.”

“I’m the one that has to thank you. Do you realize how happy I am that you’re here with me right now?”

She lets go of my hand and her arms go around my waist. The simple gesture has me grinning. This is the first time she’s ever made a move without me initializing it first.

“If your smile is any indication, I’d say a lot. I can’t think of a moment you aren’t smiling when we’re together.” she admits.

“It’s because I’m falling for you, Hannah.”

“Tristan.” The way she says my name urges me to tell her what I’ve wanted to say since we shared our first kiss.

“I know the way things have been since we first met aren’t conventional, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. There are some things we need to talk about and we will, but not right now. Right now I want us to enjoy each other.” Caressing her cheek with the back of my hand, I ask, “Just for tonight, can you pretend you feel the same way?”

Unwrapping one arm from around me, her hand reaches up and her fingers caress the side of my head, down to my face. “I don’t have to pretend, Tristan. I’m falling for you too. We do have things to discuss, but right now, all I want is one thing.”

“What’s that?” I question as we move closer together.

“Kiss me,” she whispers.

No sooner have her words left her mouth when I crash my lips to hers. Her intoxicating taste turns me on so much, I pull her closer. Her lips part, and I take her invitation. Our tongues meet halfway before I slide mine inside her mouth, deepening our kiss.

The vibration of her moan makes me groan and my hands slide slowly down her back, grabbing the magnificent curves of her ass.

I break the kiss and move to taste the sweet spot behind her ear. “I want you, Hannah.” I gently begin to kiss her neck. “I want you so fucking bad.”

I can feel her rapid pulse against my lips and hear her panting.

“Then take me.”

I move away just enough to meet her gaze, her eyes are full of lust and my cock gets impossibly hard at the thought of making her mine.

“We don’t have to do this tonight. I don’t want to pressure you.” I never want her to feel like she has to do something more than she’s ready for just because I can’t stop touching her and kissing her.

“I know.” She pulls me down and kisses me again, biting my bottom lip as she pulls away. “You told me all I needed to do was ask for what I wanted, and I want you to make me yours.”

I intertwine her fingers with mine. “There’s a reason why I brought you here. I wanted our first night together to be special and even though I didn’t expect anything more than to enjoy each other’s company, there’s something I want to show you first.”

Leading toward the stairs, I motion for her to go first and my eyes lock on her ass as she begins to climb. The moment she reaches the top, she gasps.

“Oh God, Tristan. This is unreal.” She walks toward the middle of the living space. “It’s like we’re floating over the city.”

I wrap my arms around her from behind and speak closer to her ear. “This is the Atrium suite, and it gets its name from this room.” I point at the view in front of us. “The glass-domed atrium ceiling allows a great view of the Hudson River, and you can also see Central park. During the day, this room is full of natural light and at night, like you said, it gives the illusion of being suspended in the Manhattan skyline.”

“It’s breathtaking,” she whispers.

“No.” I turn her to face me. “You’re breathtaking.”

My lips claim hers again. She grips my sweater and t-shirt tugging them over my head, smirking mischievously. I mirror her actions, dropping her sweater on the floor. She pushes down her black yoga pants and I run a hand over my face as I take her in.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re still wearing pants. Take them off.” I don’t waste any time removing my shoes and pants.

Desperate to feel our skin to skin, I walk her back until her legs hit the plush stylish seat.

“Are you sure?” I ask one last time. “Because once I have another taste of you, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop.”

“Take me. I’m yours.”

Her words go straight to my dick. I grab her and gently put her back over the couch. I unclasp her bra and I can feel her shivering. “Are you alright?” I ask. She nods and I remove the sheer material from her body. With the perfection of her full round tits in front of me, I’m unable to resist and my hand squeezes the softness of her breast.

“Fuck,” I hiss when I feel her trembling. “You need to tell me to stop now, if you’re not sure about this, Hannah,” I repeat.

“I don’t want you to stop. I’m just nervous...I haven’t done this in a while,” she confesses and her admission makes my cock stir.

“You’re killing me, baby.” My fingers play with a taut nipple, as I lean forward and take her other tit in my mouth, making Hannah gasp. Her body arches up, pushing her breasts deeper.

I suck her tit eagerly and bite her a little harder than I intend to. I want to be gentle but she’s driving me wild.

“Oh God,” She moans and I take it as permission to do the same on her other breast.

I release it with a pop and move over to kiss her, my hand still playing with her sensitive tip. “I’m going to taste every inch of you now.”

I glide down her body, trailing kisses down my path. Hooking two fingers under her black panties, I slide them down her legs.

“Fuck me, Hannah. You’re so wet.” I start kissing her legs, trailing up and nibbling the inside of her thighs. I inhale her sweet scent and slowly slide my tongue along the length of her slit. Her taste is better than I imagined and I can’t help myself. I lick her again and the sounds coming from her fuel me to keep going. I thrust my tongue deep inside her, swiping back and forth, claiming her. I swirl my tongue around her engorged flesh, her hand pushes me and I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh God, Tristan, don’t stop.”

I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge and I want to give her the last push. I raise my hand and squeeze her nipple, hard at the same time I bite her clit.

“Fuck.” She throws her head back in ecstasy as she comes and I hungrily lap up her release.

When her breathing starts to calm, I move over her, my cock sliding back and forth over her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you now, Hannah.”

I thrust inside her and make myself still. Closing my eyes, the sensation of her warmth, tight pussy around my throbbing cock is too much. The need to make her mine and take it slow battles inside me.

Hannah’s hand strokes my hair, drawing my eyes open and look at hers. Watching the flush on her cheeks and her eyes sparkle with lust makes my hips move.

“You feel so good, baby.” Her legs wrap around my waist, squeezing as I thrust deeper, harder.

I pump frantically, our skin slapping and our moans are the only sounds in the room.

Hannah’s pussy clenches. “That’s it baby, come for me.”

“Tristan,” she shouts my name as she goes over the edge. I ram into her, one, two, three more times and join her.

* * *

“I can’t feel my legs,” Hannah laughs and I pull her closer to my side.

“That’s alright, I can carry you.”

“I’m starving,” she admits and the growling of my stomach makes us both laugh.

“Let’s order some room service. What are you in the mood for?”

“Cheese pizza and fries.”

“With a vanilla milkshake,” I add as I reach my phone to order our food.

“I’m going to take a quick shower before the food gets here.” Hannah moves away but I stop her. “Where do you think you’re going. There’s no way you’re taking that shower without me.”

I stand and hook both arms behind her, lifting her.

She squeals, “Tristan, put me down.”

Carrying her toward the bathroom I remind her, “I thought you said you couldn’t feel your legs. You can thank me later.”

Once cleaned up, we lazily enjoy our food in bed. I can’t think of a moment where I’ve felt so happy and content. Watching Hannah letting go and enjoying herself fills my heart with something I’ve never experienced before. I want to give her the world, and make sure she wants for nothing and focuses on living her life without having to worry about anything again.

“Mmmh, this is the best cheese pizza I’ve ever had,” she moans, savoring her food.

“This is the best milkshake I’ve had, here.” I offer her the straw. “Try it.”

She smiles, her tongue peeking out to lead the straw inside her mouth. She swallows, her cheeks getting hollowed with the movement and my cock stands at attention. She laughs when I adjust myself.

“Delicious.” She feeds me a fry and we continue to eat.

“I could get used to this,” Hannah admits.

“We don’t have to leave. We could stay here as long as you want.”

She fidgets with her ring finger. I’ve learned she does this every time she’s nervous or anxious.

“We can’t hide from the world and our responsibilities, Tristan.”

“Sure we can,” I challenge. “Just say the word and we’ll stay here forever.”

She playfully smacks me in the arm. “Shae would have a search party if I go missing.”

“I don’t know. I think she’d be one hundred percent on board.”

“I need to go back home,” Hannah states.

“Relax, I’m joking. Shae can have you back tomorrow,” I laugh.

“No, I meant I have to go back home, to California.” Her eyes plead for me to understand.

Moving our plates from the bed, I say, “let’s worry about that tomorrow. Tonight there’s only one thing that matters.”

“And what’s that?”

“That you’re all mine.”