Chapter 13

Colby knew something was up as soon as he stepped into Hannah's apartment. The lights were off, but she had candles everywhere. Floral scent, he thought, amused. "Hannah?"

"You're early!" she pouted at him. "I haven't got everything ready yet!"

Laughing, he said, "Want me to go back to work?"

"No, silly! We'll just have to make do." She slid her arms around him and hugged him close, glad to see him.

"What's with the candles?"

"Like you can't figure it out," she laughed.

He grinned and started to unbutton his shirt.

"Let me," Hannah whispered softly in Colby's ear, her breath gently caressing the rim of his ear. He stopped unbuttoning his shirt and slid his hands down her back, resting them at her waist. He watched to see what she would do, a smile playing on his lips.

She smiled up at him, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. She pulled away slightly before he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed with resignation, knowing then that she was going to tease and play.

Laughing softly at his resigned grin, she splayed her hands on his chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt. Pressing gently as she went along, she moved up his chest to his shoulders, exploring him through his shirt. Then slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt. As she unbuttoned, she explored every inch of his chest that she exposed, first with her fingers in a gentle massaging motion, then with her lips and her tongue, kissing and licking her way down. Just as he looked ready to rip the shirt apart, she released the final button, and swirled her tongue around and into his belly button. She purred a laugh at his impatience.

Beginning at his abdomen now, she gently massaged her way up his abdomen, circular motions with her thumbs and a gentle squeezing of her hands. She continued her massage across his pecs, stopping to lick and nip gently on his nipples. He caught his breath as she sucked on one nipple. A soft moan escaped him when he realized she wasn't going to do the same on the other nipple.

He caught her chin with one hand and tilted her head up. He tried to lean in for a kiss, but she giggled and evaded him. He made a sound of frustration.

She pushed his shirt slightly off his shoulders. Just enough so she could massage his shoulders. Then, because it was her favorite spot, she pressed a kiss at his throat, and licked and kissed her way up that strong neck.

She sighed with pleasure, and that soft sigh made him shiver, and his nerve endings began to tingle. He started to pull his shirt off, but she stopped him with a soft, "Please let me."

"You're killing me, Hannah."

"Turn around for me." She began to massage his shoulders and down between his shoulder blades, slowly removing his shirt as she went along. She pulled one sleeve off, and pressed a kiss on his bicep, before squeezing the muscles in his arm in a gentle massage.

She moved on to the other arm, and pulled his shirt off, again massaging her way down his arm. She leaned in and rested her head on his back. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and unbuckled his belt.

His hands covered hers, as he tried to help her, but she nipped him in his back. He sighed and let her have her way. He was going out of his mind with the pleasure her slow ministrations was giving him, and he was ready to get out of his jeans. He had never realized how erotic it could be to be undressed slowly.

Finally, she'd unzipped his jeans, and was slowly sliding them off him. She was facing him now, crouched in front of him. In front of his hard-on. And all she'd done was undress him. He jumped a little as she rested her cheek on his hard-on.

She grinned mischievously up at him. When she'd got his jeans down around his ankles, she ran her hands around his thighs, again in that same circular motion, massaging the muscles on his thighs. She pushed his thighs apart a little, and he gasped as she nibbled on the softer skin on his inner thigh. She slid her hands up behind him, and squeezed his butt. Then ran her hands into his boxer briefs and pulled them down. She pushed him down on the bed and slid both briefs and jeans off.

She pulled several scarves out of her nightstand.

"What are those for?" He asked sharply, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm going to tie you to the headrails," she said solemnly, her eyes alight with laughter. "Surely, a big guy like you isn't afraid of these little bitty scarves?"

"No, we're not doing that," Colby said firmly, reaching to pull them away from her.

"Please?" she coaxed, "They're silk, you can always break loose from them."

He started to refuse again, but this time she kissed him, sliding her tongue in to caress his.

"Loose knot, I promise," she whispered softly against his lips.

Giving in, he let her tie his wrists to the headrails. He was finding it more and more difficult to refuse her anything.

She held to her promise and left the knots loose. Pushing his legs apart, she began nibbling her way up from the back of his knee to his inner thigh. He bucked a little, when she found a tender spot. She licked him gently, around his balls, then took them into her mouth, with gentle sucking motion. Then she hummed a little, and that almost sent him off the bed. She gave his balls a last lick then licked her way up the vein along the underside of his shaft. Gently, with one hand caressing his balls, and her other hand around his shaft, the thumb gently caressing the vein, she licked around the head of his shaft, and in the cleft. She could see him struggling for control.

"Do you not want to come?" she asked curiously.

"Not until you have as well," he replied, a little tersely. He was focusing everything he had on controlling himself. Then he groaned in even more frustration, when she slid off the bed. "Where are you going now?"

"Just to put some music on."

His head thumped back hard on the pillow in his frustration. He was going to die tonight. He just knew it. But he made no move to pull loose from the scarves. He heard the strains of "You can leave your hat on" come on in the living room.

She undressed slowly. She smiled when she saw his shaft respond to her stripping. His jaw was set firmly now though, and there was a gleam in his eye that told her he wasn't going to put up with much more. She undressed a little more quickly. Then she pulled out another scarf.

"What now?" He was breathing faster, short, quick breaths.

She slid the scarf around the base of his shaft, and tied it in a half knot. She slid it around again, and tied it again, tightening it a little more this time.

"I'd like to remind you at this juncture that it's a felony to kill a federal agent."

Hannah giggled. "It won't kill you. It's supposed to prolong the erection."

"Uh huh. Why do I feel like I'm dying?"

"Not for long."

She pushed his legs up, knees towards his chest. Then she straddled the back of his legs, moaning softly as she pushed herself down onto his shaft. She sat on the back of his legs for a few seconds, then realized that he'd moved his shins up under her arms, and crossed his ankles behind her back. She smiled, "You're pretty flexible, aren't you?"

He grinned, "So are you."

Holding on to his knees, she began to ride up and down. Slowly, but gradually increasing the rhythm. Before long she was moaning in pleasure. Then she felt his hands on her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples. He'd pulled loose of the silk restraints. Then his hands went around her bottom, and helped her with her rhythm. For a while, there was just the gentle motion, and the pleasure of the movement. Then slowly, the pleasure began to build. In quick smooth motion, he had her on her back, and he was thrusting hard, unable to wait any longer. Then before long, they both climaxed.

"Oh, God, Hannah," was all he could manage, as he rolled onto his back, and pulled her into his arms.