For the first time in a long while, Hanna felt cared for as the stranger anticipated every little bump and rise on the path and made sure she didn’t slip or slide on the gravelled surface. As they reached the bottom, she turned toward him and said, “Thanks. That was very kind of you Mr…?”
Chay made sure that she was standing firm before answering.
“Trebillick, Chayton Trebillick. And you are?”
“Hanna Finch. Nice to meet you, Chayton. That’s an unusual name. It’s not English is it?” She turned a questioning look up at his strong face and smiled.
“Chay, please. Nobody but my mom calls me Chayton, and only then when she’s pissed at me. And it’s Native American. It means falcon.”
Hanna’s smile turned into a chuckle.
“Mums! They’re the same all over. And how funny that our names are both birds. Quite a difference in species though. She paused. “Native American? Which part of the States do you come from?” She started to walk along the main path down into town then stopped at a small car which was parked in the layby.
Chay grinned as she unlocked the car door. “Canada, sweetheart. Mom just liked the name.”
Hanna blushed furiously, as much from the endearment as from the fact she had got things wrong.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I never have been able to tell the difference.”
“No problem. I find that a lot over here. And I imagine you get a lot of Americans here in this town?” He quirked an eyebrow in question.
“Yes, we do. They all want a piece of the legend and stories. Not that most of them know a thing about any of the real stuff. But it keeps the local economy going.” She was realistic in her statement. “They like the trinkets and it keeps the local craftspeople in work.” She shrugged.
As she started the engine and pulled the door closed she said, “Thanks again, Chay.” With a little wave and smile in his direction, she drove off down the narrow road.
* * * *
Chay carried on down the path, toward the small market town of Glastonbury. His hotel wasn’t far and he reached it quickly.
As he walked, he thought about the woman called Hanna. She had a sadness about her that had gnawed at his stomach. He had wanted to gather her into his arms and comfort her, which for Chay was very unusual. And that was beside the fact that she had awoken feelings within him that he had long since buried. Despite the obvious pregnancy, she was sexy in a way he couldn’t describe. She wasn’t overly beautiful, but she had an aura around her that Chay found quite enchanting.
He tried, in vain, to forget the look in her smoky grey eyes as she spoke to him. It seemed that she was going away and it was causing her a lot of pain. He wondered why. Then he shook his head and told himself that it wasn’t his business. She hadn’t given him more than a quick wave as she had driven away and he thought that it was probably the last he would see of her. He couldn’t put his finger on his feeling of disappointment but shook it off as headed along the same road as she had taken, albeit in the opposite direction.
He sighed as he reached his hotel and headed for his room. He didn’t fancy going into the bar tonight to sit alone and watch others enjoy themselves. He would have a nice hot shower and order room service, if such a small place offered that.
He attempted to push thoughts of Hanna Finch and her sadness to the back of his mind as he used his key card and entered his room. As he stood under the hot water of his shower, visions of her sweet face floated in front of his eyes and he found himself getting hard. For the first time in what felt like forever, he closed his eyes and wrapped his large hand around his cock. Firmly gripping, his hand slid against the soft, velvety skin in a slow but steady rhythm. Thoughts of Hanna filled his head. He imagined her body, ripe with child, laid out for his pleasure. In his mind’s eye he saw large, firm breasts tipped by ruby red nipples. He just knew that she would make sweet noises of pleasure as he suckled the rosy teats and this vivid picture in his mind threw him over the edge as, almost without warning he came. His seed burst from him in long strings of pearly rope, painting the shower wall before sliding down and disappearing down the drain. He leaned back against the cool tiles and caught his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d jerked off to a vision of a particular woman. He’d always had his fair share of women chasing him, especially once they realised he was rich, but it had been a while since he’d last dated. Shaking his head, he quickly moved the showerhead around to wash the evidence of his weakness away and finished his ablutions.
On oddly shaky legs he towelled off and strode into the bedroom of the small suite he’d managed to secure, which was a rarity in a small place like this. Lying back on the huge bed, he called down to order a meal and used the remote to switch on the TV and blip through the channels. There was nothing to hold his attention so he left it on a news channel as his mind drifted back to the Tor, and Hanna.
He had no idea what it was about her that had seemed to pull him toward her. She wasn’t a great beauty but she had soft brown curly hair which had blown across her face as the breeze had caught it. She’d pushed it back each time it had annoyed her. Her eyes were a soft grey and she had a small scar across the smooth skin of her forehead, the result maybe of a childhood accident as it was obviously not recent. But, most of all, Chay had been mesmerised by her full, soft lips.
He lay back, imagining those lips on his, or better yet, around his hard cock as they made love, and was shocked out of his musings by a sharp rap on the door.
Jumping up, he strode across the room and opened the door to the waiter, who was standing patiently in the corridor, bearing his dinner. The young man set up the meal on the small table in the corner of the suite and then left, smiling broadly at the generous tip Chay slipped into his hand as he left.
Chay gave the meal his attention, but despite the perfectly cooked steak and fries, he couldn’t quite shake the vision of Hanna as she drove off, her pale face smiling at his as she waved.
As he watched, Hanna silently pushed herself up on the bed until she was sitting. With no further words, she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head revealing firm, milky breasts encased in red satin and lace. She took the element of surprise on Chay’s face to shimmy out of her trousers, kicking off her shoes and warm socks as she did.
The look she now gave him was pure want and she reached out to run her hand down Chay’s front, her voice soft as she enquired, “Are you joining me or am I getting this wrong?”
Chay broke from the reverie that the nearly naked Hanna had put him in, pulling his own sweater off and quickly shucking the rest of his clothes, until, he too was in just his underwear.
Leaning down, he caught her in a searing kiss, tongues meshing as they explored each other’s mouths, tasting and licking into the deepest recesses. Finally coming up for breath, Hanna gasped.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting this. From the moment I saw you in the cafeteria, I just knew we had a connection.”
Hanna smiled shyly as she lay back on the bed, her eyes filled with an invitation for Chay to follow.
As he followed her down, his hand slid behind her, unhooking her bra, releasing her rosy tipped breasts, his mouth already watering with anticipation of the taste of her creamy skin.
He leaned in, tongue gently lapping at one rapidly hardening nipple, laving, and then gently biting down, eliciting a groan of pleasure from above as Hanna arched into his mouth.
“Ooh, yes.” She murmured as his mouth moved across to give the same treatment to the other, enticing mound.
As his hand slid down, under the silk of her panties, Hanna gasped. Chay’s long, strong fingers quickly found their target, massaging her swollen clit as his mouth moved from breast to breast, sucking, biting and licking at the stiff peaks. His fingers slid easily into her soaking wet cunt and as his thumb continued to massage her tiny bud, she gave a cry of pleasure as a powerful orgasm shook her body.
Chay moved up the bed and a searing kiss swallowed her cries.
His hard, aching cock pressed against her thigh as he moved up and, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, her legs opened in invitation. Needing no further encouragement, Chay pressed the flared head of his hard shaft against her wet opening, and slid home.
For a second, neither breathed, the rightness of what they were doing making them both just feel. Hanna looked up, the wonder that she was feeling echoed in the dark depths of his deep brown eyes as he slowly started to move.
As his hard length slid inside her, to the hilt, Hanna arched to meet him, thrust by thrust. The air was filled with gasps and moans as he quickened his movements, bending his head down to suck the delicate skin on her neck and kiss a path up to her waiting lips.
Pure lust overtook him and he thrust harder as he felt the familiar tingle in his spine, his orgasm building. Hanna gave a cry as his hand slid down between them and unerringly found her clit again, still swollen and sensitive from her previous orgasm. As Chay reached the point of no return he felt his balls draw up as he started to come and as he emptied into her waiting channel, he felt her muscles grip and milk him as she again shuddered and shook as she came.
As their breathing slowed to normal, Hanna opened her eyes. Chay was still nose to nose with her and as she made to move, he gently kissed her. Unable to decipher the look on her face he asked, “Hanna, honey. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Slowly she shook her head. “No”, she whispered. “But this…oh God…what was I thinking?” With a twist of her body she rolled away from him and Chay then realised the reality of what they had done.
“Condom!” his voice was hoarse as he uttered the word. “We didn’t use a condom. Oh, Hanna, I am so sorry. I’m clean, I swear. Oh, God, I am so sorry. I just got carried away.” He ran his fingers through his hair, dislodging the band which held it back, a long swathe of inky black strands covering his face.
Impatiently pushing it aside he spoke again.
“Hanna? Please? Talk to me. I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen. I haven’t been with anyone since my accident, I promise you.” His voice trailed off as he realised that Hanna was silently crying, tears sliding down the side of her face disappearing in to the soft down of the duvet which covered her bed.
He rolled her over to face him and gathered her into his arms, pressing gentle kisses on her temple, her nose and her eyelids, attempting to kiss away the tears on her cheeks.
Hanna’s breathing hitched a little as she tried to bring herself under control.
“I…I know. This shouldn’t have happened but I know it wasn’t…wasn’t planned.” She swallowed hard. “It was as much me as you. I…I shouldn’t have let you…shouldn’t have…” fresh tears fell as she pulled herself together and pushed him away.
“I knew I should never have let you bring me here.” She railed. “I knew it was a mistake letting you bring me home. I was so sure I could cope with seeing you again. I was stupid….so bloody stupid.” She hiccupped as she calmed again. “I….I’m sorry, Chay.”
Sitting now and moving sideways, away from him, she continued.
“It wasn’t your fault. I didn’t think about it either. Don’t worry. I believe you when you say you’re clean and for the record I haven’t slept with anyone since Douglas. If there are…consequences from this then I will deal with them. You don’t have to worry about me chasing you…if…well…you know what I mean. I’ve dealt with a mistake once. I’m sure I can do it again.”
In a flash, Chay stood, pulling her up with him. Gritting his teeth, he growled out, “If, as you say, there are ‘consequences’, then I want to know! Do you hear me? I am not intending to leave now that I’ve found you again. This is not a one off for me, Hanna. I want to pursue this thing that’s between us. And before you point out the obvious, I know that Caty is first and foremost in your life, but I’d quite like to feature somewhere after her. And after what we just shared, I know you have some feelings for me. Please don’t throw that away.”