Anna

I watched him as he licked his lips. I fought a grin and nerves knotted in my stomach. The action reminded me of the night we met. I was half thrilled, half terrified at the prospect of him devouring me. I moved toward the bed.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. “I can see your mind whirring.”

“You,” I said.

“And?”

He always wanted more, everything. “I’m nervous.”

He reached out and pulled me onto his lap, arranging my legs so I was straddling him.

“Tell me.”

His body against mine made my nerves multiply. “The expectation. We’ve both been waiting for so long. Maybe it’s not like we thought it would be.”

“The sex?” he asked.

I nodded, “And . . .”

He nodded and reached for my breast, pinching my nipple through my bra. It peaked as if bringing attention to itself, wanting more.

“You don’t think I’ll make it good for you, beautiful?”

“Always,” I whispered. There was no doubt that he would make it good for me.

“Let’s calm your nerves. You’ll feel better when you’ve come.”

He pushed me onto my back and dragged his fingers down my body, skirting the top of my underwear. I’d missed the feel of his hands. His skin, his smell. My ache for him was overwhelming. I needed him to touch me everywhere.

He hooked his fingers into either side of my underwear and pulled them off, almost irritatingly slowly. I needed him hard and fast. I didn’t want to wait any longer. He placed my feet over his shoulders and dropped a kiss on my shin. I shivered as he ran his hands along my legs. It was as if everywhere he touched brought me back to life. Slowly, he ran his mouth up my inner thigh—licking, sucking, nipping at my skin. I ground my hips into the bed and grasped the bedcovers holding back the urge to fling my hips to his mouth.

As he reached the top of my thigh, he drew breath.

“You smell delicious. Like honey.”

I couldn’t help but moan at the prospect of him tasting me at any second.

“I can see how ready you are for me to lick you clean Anna. So ready.”

“Ethan,” I cried out in frustration and he dove his tongue along my slit in one fluid movement and then back up to circle my clitoris. The pleasure built quickly. I’d been waiting a long time to feel him on me like this. I couldn’t hold back and I pushed my hands into his hair, urging him deeper as I circled my hips beneath him.

“Oh, baby, you’re crazy for my mouth today,” he mumbled against me.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped and I couldn’t help myself as my hips lifted to get closer to him. His tongue pressed deeper and faster and over and over and then his fingers thrust into me. I was lost, my breath left me and my orgasm spread across every inch of my skin like a fire. His tongue slowed but didn’t stop, it kept lapping at my pulsing clit and it drew out my orgasm, pulling every last drop from me.

I moved his head away from between my legs. I wanted him face to face. He crawled up my body “You’ve not lost your touch, Mr. Scott,” I said, breathless as I leaned forward to lick his chin.

“Good to know, Miss Anna.” His tongue pushed against mine.

We lay side by side, our eyes locked, Ethan’s hand trailing up and down my body as my breathing returned to normal. He was right, his tongue had brushed my nerves to one side. It was just Ethan and Anna now—no ambiguity, no promises, no bullshit.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’d forgotten just how beautiful.”

“You look overdressed.” I laughed. He was still fully clothed. He smiled at me as I reached out to his shirt and started undoing the buttons. He gasped as my fingers trailed the opening of his shirt and down to his belt buckle.

He seemed uncharacteristically happy to lie there as I undressed him, moving his body only to assist me as I peeled off his clothes.

His erection strained through his boxers. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I dipped my hand below his waistband and slid it down his length.

He gritted his teeth and his head snapped back. “Fuck.”

Heat rose within me again and wetness pooled between my thighs. Quickly, I removed his boxers and knelt between his legs. His eyes had returned to mine and he watched me as I licked him from base to tip. He grasped my hair, bunching it up behind my head, giving him an unrestricted view. I took the tip in my mouth and moaned.

Ethan sat up. “Anna, no. Seriously, you’re going to make me come.”

I released him from my mouth for a second. “That’s the point, handsome. I’ll get you hard again. It’s never a one-time deal with you.”

He collapsed back onto the bed as I took him to the back of my throat, as deep as I could get, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him. He groaned, twisted his hips and I released him.

“Ethan, will you fuck my mouth.” I wanted, no needed, him to be in control.

He didn’t need to be asked twice and before I knew it, I was flat on my back as he dragged me to the edge of the mattress so my head tilted back. Ethan stood before me, his cock rubbing against my lips as he kneaded my breasts. I was more and more desperate for him. I reached down and found my clit with my fingers.

“Oh, beautiful, you just can’t get enough can you?” he growled and I shifted, trying to get him closer to me, I wanted him in my mouth. “You want my cock, baby?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Keep touching yourself,” he growled as he pushed into me. He was trying to be gentle, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I needed him to take me, to claim me.

“Jesus, Anna. Your mouth feels so good. So soft, so wet. Fuck.” He started pumping deep, just how I wanted it, and all too soon his hips juddered and his saltiness slipped down the back of my throat.

“You undo me, Anna.”

It was what I wanted to hear.

He pulled me into his arms and we lay front to front, skin to skin, with nothing between us.

“So I guess we needed that huh?” I asked.

“That and a lot more. I want to be inside you, with nothing between us.” He pushed his growing erection against my thigh and I hooked my leg over his hip and reached between us, rubbing him against my wetness.

He groaned. “So wet, so ready,” he breathed as he dipped his head and licked the base of my neck and kissed across my collarbone. We moved together, holding each other, grinding against each other—lips, tongues, skin, sweat.

“Put your teeth on me,” I whispered as his mouth trailed up my neck. My marks had faded and I wanted new reminders of where he’d been. Ethan groaned again and pushed me gently to my back and crawled on top of me, still working his mouth against my neck.

“No condom?” he asked.

I was beyond sure. “Yes Ethan.”

“Are you ready?” he asked. I wasn’t clear if he meant for his mouth or his cock, but I wanted them both. I nodded greedily, then gasped as he pushed into me inch by inch. Oh god. It was like the first time we’d been together—it had been so long since he’d been inside me I’d forgotten how he stretched and filled every space in me. My body had to adjust. I bent my knees at his sides, hoping to make myself wider.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” The veins in his neck pulsed as he pushed the words out, as if he were holding himself back. “The feel of you, Anna.”

Slowly he dragged himself out of me and I allowed myself to breathe before he pushed in again, pulling my breath from me. I grasped at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, trying to hold on to him, to this feeling.

He started a slow rhythm, and brought his eyes to mine in between his kisses to my neck and the corners of my lips. It was loving and intimate and raw and perfect.

A sheen of sweat coated us both.

“Beautiful, I warned you, when you look at me like that . . .”

His pace picked up and my back arched off the bed as my orgasm started to build. It came from somewhere deeper than before, right in the center of me.

“Harder, Ethan, I’m close.” I screamed and he slammed into me again and again, in a relentless rhythm. His face dipped to my neck and his teeth brushed against my skin. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” He was all over me, his teeth, his cock, his skin and my orgasm split me open a second before Ethan shuddered on top of me.

His whole weight was on me, his face still buried in my neck, as I trailed my fingertips up and down his spine. We lay panting out the remnants of our orgasm.

“Still nervous that it won’t be good?” he asked.

I laughed underneath him. “It is always so good. You make it so good.”