The light of the morning sun peeked through the blinds as Hannah slowly began to rise from her sleep. Before she fully opened her eyes, she realised that she was encased in a pair of strong, lightly bronzed arms.

The faint scent of Tariq's body invaded her nostrils, causing her eyes to open suddenly. They laid naked together, her back firmly pressed against his chest. She could feel the hardness of his morning erection poking against her upper thigh. Slowly wiggling herself against him, she tried to break free from his embrace.

"Stop moving like that," Tariq's voice was husky as he mumbled.

His tone was still laced with the sound of sleep. He had been up for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of Hannah in his arms. As he felt her try to twist away, his arms tightened around her body as he snuggled into her even more. He buried his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent as though committing it to memory.

Hannah could not help the sigh that escaped her as Tariq nuzzled into her, he felt good. She had not slept in the same bed with a man since Oscar. The sudden realisation of this made her eyes widen further as she instantly became fully awake.

"Wait a minute! Tariq, how did you end up in my room?" Hannah asked as she tried once again to get out of his hold.

Groaning softly, he shifted himself so that he was suddenly on top of her. His hips gently nudged her legs open so that he could settle in between her thighs. He looked down at her face and smiled. He felt her heat against him and resisted the urge to take her right there and then. His upper body was propped up using his elbows, while his forearms were situated on each side of her head.

Tariq began to speak, amusement in his voice, "Well, it all started last night in the kitchen when we..."

Interrupting him, she said, "I know what we did!" her face starting to flush a little.

Hannah could still feel the delicious throbbing in between her thighs, evidence of what they had been up to. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands came to rest on his shoulders. Thoughts of last night threatened to overwhelm her as she did her best to not let her mind wander off. Tariq's smile grew wide at her words, and his pupils dilated as he seemed to replay the night in his head as well.

With a sigh she continued, "What I want to know is why you're in my bed? Why didn't you go back to your room?"

It was clear to Hannah that she had passed out after her sixth or seventh orgasm. She was not sure as she had lost count, exhaustion having taken her over. Actually, she had not expected to fall asleep as suddenly as she had, but her body had been blissfully fatigued. In truth, Hannah could not remember the last time she had enjoyed such a deep and restful night's sleep.

"I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to? Besides, you looked so peaceful and beautiful, it was hard for me to leave. Not to mention you wore me out so I sort of knocked out soon after myself," he said simply.

With another sigh, she brought her hands down his torso, enjoying the feel of his lean muscles as well as the soft, trimmed hair of his abdomen. She could feel her arousal growing as she caressed his skin. Biting her bottom lip, Hannah slowly moved her hands back up to stroke his chest before her fingers moved to play with the hair of his short beard. A small smile played on her lips as she idly traced some of the scattered grey strands.

Hannah could not deny that it had felt good to wake up next to him. There was something deep within her that was attracted to Tariq in ways that she did not really understand. There was a need to feel him inside of her again and his hardness resting deliciously against her slit was very tempting. She did not see the point in denying herself what she craved. Hannah was not one to beat around the bush and mince her words, so she just said what was on her mind.

"I think that if we're going to continue with this insanity," she rubbed her wetness against him to emphasis what she was talking about, "we need to set some ground rules."

Tariq shifted his weight a bit and groaned as he slowly pushed the tip of his hard length inside of her, "Such as?"

Throwing her head back, Hannah could not help the loud moan that escaped her lips. Her breathing changed as she felt Tariq slowly enter and fill her, enjoying the way her core was deliciously stretched. She was on the verge of being painfully sore, but the pleasure that his strokes evoked only served to add a delightful sensation. This caused her to ignore the burning pressure that she felt as the combination of pleasure and slight pain made her body come alive.

"You need to know... that this... can only be temporary. Once the wedding is over... and things go back to normal, I'm pretty sure... that we will hardly cross paths again." she said between gasps.

"What if... I want this... to be something more, than just temporary," he countered, his thrusts slow and deep.

Their eyes were locked, her hands were holding on to his shoulders now, her nails marking him. Hannah's body was on fire as Tariq brought her immense pleasure. He knew just where and how to touch her and she could feel her peak nearing as her legs wrapped tighter around him.

"You don't know what you're saying, your brain is flooded with neurotransmitters and hormones," she moaned out as she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"We'll see," he groaned out.

He brought his lips to hers in a fiery kiss as they both suddenly came, their mouths muffling their moans. Breaking the kiss, Tariq buried his face into the crook of Hannah's neck. He took his time to inhale her scent once more, before slowly rolling off and bringing her so that she was draped across his body. With her leg resting over his, she left an overly wet trail against his skin. A mixture of their combined release, which he did not mind one bit. It was proof of their shared desire.

"So, what's the story we're sticking to when we see Damien and Mikayla this morning? I'm pretty sure they heard us at some point," Tariq smirked a bit.

"Fuck!" Hannah grumbled, having been so lost in the sensations of her body that she had forgotten about the consequences, "Miks is not gonna let me hear the end of this."

He softly chuckled next to her, enjoying her flustered state. Tariq could not keep his eyes off of Hannah as he looked at her. It was as though he was committing the image of her in her post-orgasmic state to memory. Her blonde hair was dishevelled, the lips of her mouth were swollen from his kisses. The slight flush that stained her skin, proof of her satisfaction.

Tariq had enjoyed waking up next to her. The scent and feel of her skin were something that he would not soon forget even if he wanted to.

Hannah had claimed that what they were doing was temporary, but perhaps he could convince her otherwise. They still had a few months left before Mikayla and Damien's wedding. A lot could happen in a day, much less a few months.

"I wanted to ask you something yesterday," Tariq said suddenly a few minutes later as he sat up a bit, "Did you really forget my name?"

Looking up at him, Hannah's face seemed to blush even more, "No, I guess I didn't realise that I wasn't pronouncing it properly. It sounded like Miles to me in the club."

Tariq nodded, his bruised ego restored, "It's more like Mai-el, it's French."

Hannah said his name again, properly this time. The intonation sounded sexy coming from her lips and he could not help but roll her underneath him, wanting to have her once more as his lips kissed her neck.

"Again?" Hannah moaned softly.

Tariq murmured against her skin, "Yes..." then stopped to look at her face as he asked, "Unless you don't want to?"

With a grin, she pushed at his chest until he moved onto his back. She looked down at him as she straddled his lap. Tariq's pupils dilated as his eyes took in Hannah's body while she sat on top of him. Moving her hips forward, she slowly sank herself down onto his manhood.

"Fuck yes, ride me," he groaned out.

Their moans could be heard throughout the room as they once again pleasured each other. Tariq's hands gripped Hannah's hips as she moved languidly on top of him. Her back was arched and her hands were in her hair, her breasts thrusting out as she bounced on top of him. They could not seem to get enough of each other, and soon their movements turned desperate.

"That's it Hannah, cum for me! You feel so fucking good when you cum around my cock," his voice strained.

Hearing Tariq urge her on caused something within her to snap as she suddenly dropped herself on top of him. Her chest pressed against his own while she buried her face into his neck as she screamed her release. His shout soon followed as they brought each other to another fast and intense climax. Snuggling into his chest, she murmured her contentment as he held her shuddering frame.

The way Hannah's body felt reaffirmed that she indeed had never had a lover like Tariq. He knew just exactly what her body needed, where and how to touch her. It was as though they had known each other's bodies for years rather than a few hours. Such chemistry was hard to find and Hannah hated to admit how much she was enjoying it.

Realising that they had completed gotten distracted, Tariq asked again, "What is it we're going to tell Damien and Mikayla?"

She frowned slightly, surprised at how easily they had gotten side-tracked. It was not like her to become absent-minded so easily, and she did not like the effect that Tariq seemed to have on her.

Hannah threw a pillow at him as she got up, "The story is we had sex, it was great. There's nothing more to tell. I'm going to shower and get dressed, see you downstairs."

Tariq chuckled at her bluntness as he watched her disappear into the attached bathroom. He had a look of satisfaction on his face, put on his pyjama pants and made his way back to his own bedroom.

As Hannah walked into the bathroom, her mind focused on what they would tell Damien and Mikayla. It was not her most eloquent excuse but it would have to do for now. In truth, Hannah did not really know what this thing between Tariq and herself was. She had not been with one person in so long, so the notion of what was happening seemed so foreign.

Not even when she was with Oscar had things felt so synchronous. During their almost two-year relationship, things had often felt compelled and simulated. Unfortunately, Hannah was too young and naïve to realise what the signs really meant.

Yet with Tariq, unexpectedly, for some unknown reason, everything felt completely natural. Nothing was forced, from the way in which they interacted with each other verbally to physically. Everything seemed instinctive, this was something completely new to her.

Hannah could not help but cringe at how cliché her thoughts sounded; this was not like her. Though she supposed it was their abnormal sexual chemistry that had her thoughts all jumbled. Tariq had fucked her gloriously on the kitchen counter last night. However, when he had taken her back to her room, his touches were different. He did not just fuck her, he made love to her.

There was an intense tenderness in the way his body had claimed hers repeatedly. It was no secret that Hannah loved sex. However, the sex between herself and Tariq was something that was clearly more than addictive. As evident in the numerous times that their bodies craved each other within the last few hours.

"Ugh! Mikayla must have put something in the food, that has to be it." she said, trying to explain her unfathomable behaviour.

As she brushed her teeth, she finally looked at herself in the mirror. Hannah looked like a woman that had been well satisfied, and indeed she was.

Her eyes noticed that the hickey on her neck was much larger now, "Sneaky bastard."

Shaking her head, she stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade over her body. It was as though she was willing her thoughts to leave her alone. Hannah did not have time to think about anything else other than Mikayla and Damien's wedding. It would take precedence over everything these next coming months.

Even if her body was being traitorous right now, Hannah would deal with her hormones later. One thing was for sure though, the sex with Tariq had been the best that she had ever had.

"I guess I can't let such a good penis go to waste," she chuckled softly to herself.