Oliver
Anna comes home from her night out with Joyce and stumbles into the apartment we share now. It’s still strange to think of this place as “our” apartment. A little wave of happiness washes over me when I think about it. I still can’t believe she agreed to marry me. I still can’t believe how happy she makes me. I still can’t believe how damn lucky I am.
People spend their whole lives looking for someone to love and Anna basically fell into mine. Just over a week ago we were strangers. We had no idea who the other person was. We were just living our lives, not even knowing what we were missing.
Only now I know.
Now I know what I’m missing and there’s a part of me that feels like I could never go back.
Fuck it: all of me feels like I could never go back.
I don’t want to live a life without Anna in it. She’s sunshine and rainbows and kittens. She’s flowers on a bright summer day. She’s the sun in the sky. She’s fantastic. She’s lovely.
And the thought of losing her in twelve months breaks my heart more than it should.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I smile when she closes the door behind her. She stumbles a little as she walks, but laughs and smiles.
“So much fun.”
“Did you girls get into trouble?”
“Only a little.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“The kind where Joyce makes out with a stranger at the bar.”
“I thought you went to a sports bar. Isn’t that kind of a family place?”
Anna bursts into laughter. “I know! I couldn’t believe it, either. There were no kids there. There were no families. It wasn’t a dingy place, though. It was more of a restaurant. She had a good time, though. I think he did, too.”
“Good for Joyce. She needs to move on.”
“Exactly. Exactly what I said.” She nods and points to me. Then she nods some more. “Joyce deserves better than stupid Logan. Now she has Wyatt. Wyatt is nice. Also, Joyce says he’s a really good kisser, so she’s got that going for her.”
“They didn’t go home together?”
“No. She said goodnight and we took an Uber back.”
“What are you going to do now?” I ask. I haven’t moved from my spot on the sofa. I’m too curious about what drunk-Anna is going to do. I can’t wait to see what she’s like when she’s tipsy. The thing about drinking is that you can never predict exactly what people will be like once they’ve had a couple of cocktails.
Will they become really loud?
Obnoxious?
Mean?
Will they be overly friendly or overly sleepy?
Will they be funnier than usual?
Will they be horny?
“I have some time. I could do anything. I could listen to music right now, if I wanted.”
“Would you like me to put some on?”
“Yes.”
I grab my phone and put on my favorite Spotify playlist. It’s filled with 80s love ballads and rock music and it’s exactly what this moment needs. Pour Some Sugar on Me comes on loud and clear and Anna starts swaying her hips.
“I love this song.”
“Me too.”
She comes closer to me, but slowly. She moves with a grace most drunk people don’t possess. She sings as she walks, dancing across the room, until she’s right in front of me.
She whips her shirt off and throws it aside, then climbs onto my lap and continues dancing there. I’m instantly hard and ready for her. I’m immediately ready for more, but even though she’s still tipsy, Anna isn’t going to give it up so easily.
She’s going to make me wait.
She grips my shoulders as she grinds on me, moving to the music. Her breasts bounce in my face and I hold onto her hips as she moves. Slowly, I trace my fingers up her spine to her bra and undo the clasp. Her bra falls to the floor and her breasts are free.
“Naughty boy,” she laughs, but then I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and she stops talking, stops moving. “Oh,” she whispers. For a brief second, I think she’s going to push me away and keep dancing, but she doesn’t. Instead, Anna pulls me closer to her. She grasps my hair, holding me in place, and I lick and suck her breast.
“Now the other one,” she says after a minute, and I do as she says. Carefully, slowly, I tease her breast. As I lick and touch her, my hands caress her back and I run my fingers over her skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say after a minute. The song has changed to something slow, something a little more intimate, and Anna kisses me. She teases me with her tongue, grinding on me as we touch, and I know I can’t take much more.
Luckily for me, neither can Anna.
“I need you inside of me,” she says. I start to move, start to lift her to go to the bed, but she shakes her head. “Here. I need you here.”
She reaches for me and unbuttons my pajama pants, freeing my cock. I’m not wearing boxers, not to bed, and she runs her hand up and down my length.
“Are you going to get undressed?” She’s still wearing a skirt.
“No.”
“What are you going to do, Anna?”
“I’m going to ride you, Oliver. I’m going to show you that you’re mine. Fuck, you’re so damn hot. I’m so lucky to be here with you. I don’t want this moment to end.”
Anna lifts her skirt and pulls her panties to the side, not bothering to take them off. Then she lowers herself slowly onto me. She sinks all the way down and just holds her hands on my shoulders.
I love you is on the tip of my tongue.
It shouldn’t be.
I shouldn’t be thinking this about Anna. Our marriage is one of convenience, at least that’s what I keep telling myself. I’m doing her a favor. I’m doing this because Anna deserves to have someone take care of her. She deserves to have someone on her side.
Her father left her an incredible inheritance and she shouldn’t be tricked out of that. If all it takes to ensure she gets what she deserves is a little bit of my time, then that’s fine. I’m willing to do it for her.
I’d do anything for her.
I love her.
She grinds on me in time with the music. Her eyes are locked on mine as she fucks me. I move my fingers between us so I can rub her clit as my cock fills her, and she smiles and nods.
“So fucking good,” she murmurs, closing her eyes. “So good. Fuck.”
It’s not long before I’m on the edge of orgasm and I can tell by the way Anna’s tight pussy is clenching my cock that she’s not far behind me. She’s so close I can practically taste it.
“Come for me, princess,” I murmur. “Come.”
She raises herself up and when she sinks back down, I fill her completely, and she comes. She groans as the orgasm washes over her and when I see her climaxing, I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust up deeper into her and I come, too, filling her.
Then Anna leans against my chest: her head pressed against my heart. I’m still inside of her as I hold her, stroking her hair, kissing her forehead, whispering that she’s beautiful, that she’s perfect, that I love her.
I love her.