I’m painfully hard on the drive back to my place. I’m so eager to get Anna inside and sink myself deep inside her, I have a hard time not speeding. But since she’s driving behind me, I obey the limit, keeping her in my rear view mirror the whole way.

There’s something else swirling around in my head, too, but it takes until I’m almost halfway home to identify what it is.

Relief.

Relief that she isn’t mad at me anymore. Relief that I get a second chance to prove to her I’m not a total jackhole.

I really, really don’t want to screw this up, I realize. Somehow, this business deal with her has turned into something a whole lot more. For me, anyway. These past few days without Anna, it’s felt like there was an enormous hole in my life. I was turning around in circles, jumping at every phone call and text, hoping it was her.

I didn’t even know she had gotten under my skin so much, until she wasn’t there anymore. In a way, it was almost worse than last year, when I had no team, no prospects, and no future to plan for.

Now, when I wake up every morning, I’m looking forward to practice, and working out with my team. But especially, I’m looking forward to telling Anna about it at the end of the day. Anna’s got me thinking about the future in ways I never did before I met her. Not having that felt like my whole life had been pulled out from under me.

I drive up into my circular driveway and wait for Anna to pull in behind me. When I get her inside my place, my hands are under her shirt almost before the door is even closed. A sharp spark of arousal runs through me, and the hitch in her breath as I pull her against me tells me that she’s feeling it, too.

“Fuck, Anna,” I groan. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve… missed this, t— oh!” she gasps as my thumb finds her taut nipple and grazes the sensitive skin. Her hips buck involuntarily, grinding against my rock-hard cock. Jesus, I can’t fucking wait to be inside her.

Anna clutches at my shirt, whimpering as my other hand goes down to her ass. I lean her against the wall and lift her up, until she’s straddling my waist and her legs are wrapping around me. It’s my hardness against her softness, and I can tell by the way she’s panting and moaning that she’s already wet and ready for me. My mouth finds hers, and we kiss, our tongues dancing in desperation and lust.

“Mason,” Anna moans against my lips. “I’m going to come like this if…” she doesn’t finish, her hips bucking against mine as her body takes control. She starts to shake as I press more forcefully against her, and I know she’s right, she’s on the edge, and I’m going to make her come like this, by God, but this is just the beginning. I thrust and grind, right where I know she likes it, and suddenly she shudders and clings to me, her orgasm taking her all at once as I hold her and try to stop myself from coming in my pants like a goddamn high school kid.

Anna’s still quivering when I put both arms around her and carry her to my bedroom. When I let her down on the bed, she looks up at me, her hooded eyes full of sex. She’s fucking beautiful, so beautiful it chokes me up for a second. Then, as I watch, she leans forward and undoes the button on my jeans, then the zipper, pulling down until the fabric’s on the ground and my cock springs free. Anna makes a little noise deep in her throat and moves forward. She looks at me through her dark lashes, and then wraps her soft lips around the head of my cock.

I hiss her name and freeze. “Fuck, Anna. Jesus, that feels so good.” Her mouth is warm, wet, and willing. She slides forward a little, taking more of me in her mouth. I close my eyes at the pleasure, then open them again because it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. God, I want to watch her suck me off and make me climax like this. But the urge to be inside her is too strong. I let her keep sliding her hot mouth up and down my shaft, until I get too close for comfort, then stop her and pull away. She utters a little moue of protest.

“You need to be naked,” I order her. Pulling my T-shirt over my neck, I sink down on the bed next to her and slide my hands back under the fabric of her shirt and help her take it off. Underneath, she’s wearing a black, lacy bra I’ve never seen before. My cock gets even harder at the sight, pulsing almost painfully. “Did you wear that just for me, doll?” I demand.

“No,” she murmurs. But her cheeks flush pink as she says it, so I have my doubts.

I take a few moments to admire how the dark fabric offsets her creamy skin. “I definitely approve,” I growl. “But right now, it’s in my way.” I reach behind her and undo the clasp, chuckling in satisfaction as her breasts fall free and heavy. “Fuck, you’ve got nice tits,” I tell her, grazing my thumbs against her nipples again. Anna shivers and throws her head back; even though she’s already come once, she wants more. And I’m going to give it all to her.

“Take your pants off and let me taste you,” I order her. Anna locks her eyes on mine and complies, shimmying her hips out of her tight little jeans. She takes her panties off at the same time, so when she finishes she’s naked in front of me. Goddamn, I cannot wait one second more to taste her. A little roughly, I push her knees apart and move between her legs, plunging my tongue inside her wet pussy.

“Mason!” she cries out. Her thighs fall open even further, her hips angling up to thrust against my tongue. She’s soaking. I start to lap and lick at her, and she’s whimpering and uttering these little cries of pleasure that just make me want to fuck her, but I’m not going to yet.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” I croon, my lips against her pussy. She shudders and moans quietly. “Tell me, come on.”

“Oh, God, please make me come,” she begs. “Please… fuck me with your tongue… make me come with your tongue.”

That’s what I want. I want my little Anna to talk dirty to me. “Is that what you want?” I tease, brushing my lips against her pussy.

“Yes, Mason, please…” she whines. “Please don’t make me wait…”

I want to draw it out, to make her beg some more, but I need to be inside her. I plunge my tongue inside her pussy, then draw it out against her clit and take the nub between my lips, sucking gently. Anna freezes for a moment, tense like a rubber band, and then she explodes, screaming my name as she bucks and shakes through her orgasm. I keep licking as she writhes and shudders, and when she’s finally over the crest, I kneel and position myself between her legs, sliding my cock against her hot slickness. She’s still coming as I push myself inside her in one smooth, hard thrust, and I feel the muscles of her inner wall clenching. I start out with slow, shallow thrusts, but can’t keep the pace for long. Soon, I'm fucking her in long, deep strokes that drive her wild. Anna’s legs wrap around my hips, her nails digging into my back as she writhes under me, crying out; her voice incoherent.

“Anna,” I moan, pressing my mouth against her throat.

When I feel her body start to tighten around mine, I fuck her faster and harder.

“Mason!”

The way she cries my name drives me over the edge and suddenly I'm orgasming, pleasure rushing through me as I empty myself deep inside her. I pour myself into her, all the strength going out of me, and when I’m completely spent I roll us over, so she lays limply on my chest. I card my fingers through her hair and try to catch my breath. Holy shit.

Her breathing slows, and after a while, I decide she’s asleep. I carefully roll us so we lay on our sides, and hold her tight to me. I press a kiss to her temple.

I want her in my bed like this. Every night. Every goddamn night.

Anna is mine. She’s all mine.

Half of me is fucking terrified to be having this thought.

The other half of me?

The other half of me doesn’t know what the fuck to think.

I close my eyes, and do my best to clear my mind. It more or less works, and a few minutes later I follow Anna and drift off to sleep.