“That’s OK…I don’t want to pressure you into anything. Maybe I can bring you up sometime later and spank you so hard you’ll have no doubt who your mistress is…”

Oh. My. Fuck.

“Heh…umm…sure!” I said, the tension boiling over in me. As much as I wanted that right now, to feel Hannah put me in my place, to let her control the scene and guide me through pleasure like one of her lucky protagonists, I wanted to have sex with Hannah, not Nicole. This time at least.

“But…not today, right?” Hannah said, her eyes fiery.

“Not today…”

Hannah stood up and turned back to me, holding her hand out. I took it, standing up in front of her, a good two inches taller. Her face tilted up, and I felt her warm breath on my lips. My mouth dropped open in anticipation, ready for her to close the gap between us and make me melt. And then, it happened.

A first kiss that had every last bit of fireworks and rush that I felt when I read about it in a Nicole Marcel book. We connected, her lips soft and warm and everything I couldn’t have even imagined being true just minutes ago. She placed her hands on my hips and I did nothing to pull away, feeling her fingertips rest at the top of my ass.

I broke away, looking down at the perfect, flawless, gorgeous face of this goddess, this woman that wrote me the hottest and most tender and most exciting moments of my entire life. I looked into her green eyes and my heart beat faster than ever before.

“That was…incredible.” I said.

“I can do a lot more than that…” Hannah winked.

“Please do.” I leaned back down and kissed her more, being bold and pushing my tongue into her mouth, only to have it be met with Hannah doing the same. There was always something so fucking intoxicating about luxurious kisses like this, tongues intertwining, hot and wet against hot and wet. I put my hands on Hannah’s smaller frame and gently pulled her towards me, the hollows of our hips pressing, the heat from her body causing me to shudder.

She pushed herself forward against me until we both fell back down on the couch, a tumble that made me break out laughing and caused Hannah to bump her head against my chin, pulling back with a squint.

“That works better in the books…” Hannah said.

“Romance authors don’t have to respect physics.” I said.

“This will probably be more awkward than sexy on this couch compared to my bed.” Hannah said, straddling me, her hips pushing in a little circle. “But, of course, you might like awkward…”