I sat up, pushed off my boxers, and smiled. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Bristol
I HAD JUST had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. And my body still trembled as I watched Anson strip out of his boxers in record time.
His long, thick cock made my mouth water. I didn’t even care how it made me look, I spread my legs open and nearly dragged Anson on top of me.
“Fuck, I want you so much,” he said as he peppered kisses over my body while he made his way up and settled between my legs.
The need to feel him inside me again was all-consuming.
I lifted my hips, silently begging for him to take me. To be inside me. To make me feel something I hadn’t felt in so very long.
Anson cupped my head with his hands and kissed me so gently, I wanted to sigh. The taste of myself on his tongue made my core throb. Only Anson had ever given me oral sex. Only Anson could make me come and see stars dance across the ceiling.
Only Anson made me feel like a complete woman.
Only Anson.
He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance, and I gasped with both anticipation and pain. It had been way too long since I’d last had sex with a man—my vibrator didn’t count.
“Bri,” he panted against my lips.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer, feeling him slide into me one deliciously warm inch at a time.
“Oh, God,” I gasped while he drew in a hissed breath through his teeth.
“You feel so good. Baby, I’ve missed you so much.”
I ran my fingertips lightly over his back as we both waited a few moments for my body to fully adjust to him inside me.
“You’re so tight. Shit. Wait, don’t move for a second.” He was almost hyperventilating while trying to rein in any movement.
I couldn’t take it, though. My hips jerked in an effort to get him to move. “Anson. Move, I need to feel you moving inside me.”
He pulled out, then slowly pushed back in. It was a blissful torture. To feel the only man I had ever loved make love to me again nearly brought me to tears. The way our bodies moved together—it was as if we hadn’t ever been apart.
“Bristol, oh, God, Bristol.”
His whispered words and the way they crashed into my heart caused another orgasm to rush over me. Good Lord, as if the first one hadn’t been mind-blowing, this one made me feel like I was going to blackout.
“My God! I’m going to come again.”
I felt my legs wrap tightly around him as he moved harder and faster into me.
“Bri, baby, I can’t…I’m going to…”
“Yes. It feels so good. Don’t stop, Anson!”
I felt Anson grow bigger inside me, and then everything exploded. When he called out my name, when my orgasm reached the peak, each thrust inside me was better than the last. His body trembled, and he whispered my name as he came. When he stilled inside me, it was all too much. The emotions, the feeling of being with him again. I didn’t want it to end. My body hummed with satisfaction, and I was positive I was still shaking.
Anson’s face was buried in my neck as he fought to get his breathing under control.
I smiled when neither one of us even attempted to move. There was something so amazing about having him inside me.
As the sex-induced coma slowly drifted away, my smile faded and a sense of fear clogged my throat. He was still inside me. Anson had come inside me, and neither of us had given a second thought to a condom, only thinking about chasing the passion that pulled us together like magnets.
The way my heart jerked in my chest, I had to fight not to react. Had he gotten so lost in our lovemaking that he didn’t realize we’d just had sex with no protection?
I slowly loosened my hold on him and allowed my legs to fall to the sides. Anson lifted his head. Those blue eyes searched my face before he met my gaze. He smiled, then softly kissed my lips. I fought with everything I had not to cry. Not because I was sad, but because that had been the most beautiful moment of my life.
I was so happy to finally have Anson look at me like he just did.
But I was also afraid. We had unprotected sex. I had never in my life had sex with a man without making him wear a condom. Even with Anson before he left for Nashville; he always wore protection.
Then, it was anger’s turn to show up. Was this something Anson did often? Have sex with women and not even bother to talk to them about protection?
Oh, gosh. I couldn’t even be mad at him. I had gotten so caught up in it all that I hadn’t thought of it either.