Ethan
I was thrown off balance by Anna’s revelation. It felt like it meant something—something big—and that made me feel fucking uncomfortable. It was new territory for me. I didn’t do meaning or anything big. I stared at my plate. Fuck.
“Tell me about the guy.” I wanted to know, and I needed the distraction from my own thoughts.
“Tell you what?”
“What happened that made you need to get away. To have these rules.”
“You know what we need?” She jumped up from the table and dived into her bag. She retrieved an iPod.
She wasn’t going to be pushed.
“An '80s dance-off.”
I couldn’t help but grin at her. “I would say that that’s exactly what we don’t need.”
She bent over the iPod station until music blared. She spun around, her eyes bright in expectation. “Come on, dance with me.” Her hands flew up in the air and she started to jump up and down. “I love this one.”
It was Duran Duran, I was pretty sure. I did not love it, but I enjoyed watching her love it, even though she was dancing like a complete lunatic.
I stood and folded my arms as I watched her, determined that I wouldn’t join in. She came over and grabbed at my robe. I laughed at her as she dragged me a few feet toward the music. “I’m not dancing to this shit.”
“Dancing is the best distraction there is,” she said as she spun around and continued to jump and move in front of me. After a few minutes the music faded and the beginning of another song, a better song, drifted between us. It was Chaka Khan’s classic, Ain’t Nobody. Her laughter faded and she turned and started to walk toward the music. “What about some Blondie?”
My arms unfolded and stopped her and I turned her around and pulled her toward me.
“Dance with me,” I said pulling her arms up around my neck, then sliding mine around her waist and moving to the music. The beat was sensual and yearning. I’d forgotten how much I liked this song and I liked dancing to it with her. I’d not danced with a woman since high school. I didn’t often listen to music anymore, but listening to this I wondered why. The music matched my mood completely and the voice was telling me everything I wished Anna would say to me. Jesus. I was fucked.
Her head rested on my chest and I pressed my lips to her hair. We stayed like that until the song drifted out and something I didn’t recognize replaced it.
“Ethan,” she whispered against my chest and I squeezed her tighter to me. “Take me to bed.”
***
“So this weekend, we’ll leave Friday lunchtime,” I said as I emerged from the bathroom after disposing of another condom.
“I haven’t said I’ll come with you.”
“But you said your body was mine.”
“I lied.”
“You did not.” I dived back into bed and dragged her back toward me, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“I tell you I’m a liar and you don’t believe me?”
“Nope.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m not. I just know you.” She couldn’t hide anything from me. I knew that now. “Do you want to pick you up from Armitage’s apartment?”
“I have to speak to Leah. I came to New York to spend time with her, and anyway, I’m not so sure that it’s a good idea if I come with you.”
I didn’t say anything. I wanted her to want to come with me. I didn’t want to have to convince her. She wriggled around in my arms to face me.
“Do you know what I mean?” she asked.
I laughed. “No. Why don’t you just cut the bullshit and say what you mean.”
She kicked me and I wrapped my legs around hers so she couldn’t do it again.
“I just mean that, you know, this … the hot sex we’re having … Our week of fun, I’m not sure how it translates to a weekend away in the Hamptons and meeting your friends and not having hot sex because we’re down the hall from these people I’ve never met.”
I pushed her back around so her back was against me again. “Oh, now we’re getting to it. I’m not worth the effort if you’re not going to get your rocks off,” I said. She giggled and I maneuvered my hardening dick against the crease in her perfect ass.
“Like you could handle it. You’re ready to go again, Sex God.”
“I’m always ready around you. And anyway, it’s not a problem because we’re staying at my sister’s, and Andrew and Mandy will be at their place. We can still fuck like rabbits.”
She pushed back on my dick, increasing the friction. I reached down to her pussy. Her breathing quickened as my fingers found her clit.
“And don’t you think it sounds a bit— Oh god, yes.”
“Sounds a bit what, beautiful?” I stilled my hand and she quickly placed her hand over mine and started moving my fingers.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed. Fuck, this woman was insatiable. “Sounds a bit … oh God … against the rules.”
“Game’s changed, baby.” I hooked her leg up and back over mine and grabbed a condom, tearing it open with my fingers and mouth, trying not to waste another second, and I sank into her. It felt like home. It felt like the first time. I was going to come in about ten seconds if I didn’t concentrate. I slowed my pace and nibbled along her shoulder, my fingers circling and pushing. The sounds she made told me she was close. I realized I knew this about her and it made me want her more.
“Look at me. I want to see your face,” I said.
She turned her shoulders and her eyes met mine. They were full of lust and confusion and questions.
“Feel this?” I asked as I drove into her. She nodded. “No one else can make you feel like this, can they, Anna?” Her hand came to my shoulder and she shook her head. “Tell me.”
“No one makes me feel like you do.” And as she said it she clenched around me and her breath held. She was there and I couldn’t hold back for a second longer. I increased my pace, pushing myself closer to her, closer to my climax, and then exploded into her.