“Come for me, Anika.” Plunging two fingers deep up inside of her, I could feel her shuddering, her quivering build and then break under my command, swelling up and cresting over her as I pressed into her clit.
“Oh! Ash!” she called out as she came, obeying my order, coming hard and full on my fingers, her juices dripping down my hand.
“That’s it,” I praised her and she shuddered again. I brought my mouth down to hers, drinking in her cries as the waves hit, the intense pleasure wracking her body as I continued to stroke, drawing every last ounce of it out of her that I could. With Anika, I was a greedy man.
“So good.” I kissed her throat, letting her hands drift down, dreamy, to my shoulders.
“Oh, Ash, I can’t believe…” She couldn’t really speak, couldn’t manage to string together a coherent sentence. Exactly how I wanted to keep her every second of every day for the next month.
“There you two are!” Lola burst through the door. My body shielding Ana’s, I let her dress fall back down and quickly tugged the top back up. “Save it for the cameras, kids. Don’t waste it on an empty hallway.”
“What are you still doing here?” I didn’t like how guilty Ana suddenly looked, upset and even a little scared about getting caught. She had to know, she was with me now. I didn’t have to follow the rules, and neither did she. She was with a rock star now, baby. It was playtime any time
we wanted.
“It’s family photo time!” Lola sang out. “You two have got to get front and center! Chop chop!”
Groaning, I drew a hand through my hair and adjusted myself. Ana had come but the raging erection tenting my pants still strained for release. Ana smoothed her dress, tugging and pulling.
“You look perfect,” I assured her, and I wasn’t just saying it. The slightly tousled look to her hair, the pink flush to her skin, nothing like an intense orgasm to take her glow and turn it up an impossible additional notch.
“Come!” Lola beckoned us at the door.
I couldn’t resist. As I pressed a hand to Ana’s lower back, guiding her toward the door, I leaned down and murmured in her ear, “You already did.”
She blushed appropriately. And, happily, even with our schoolmarm hustling us away, she still looked pretty pleased. As well she should.
“Family photo time,” I whispered to her as we re-entered the ballroom. “I know what I’ll be thinking about as I smile for the camera.”
She gave a hushed laugh, soft and intimate. Yeah, this was a good thing. Lola was wrong, we weren’t going to save it all for the cameras. I had a lot of plans, and they involved lots of time far away from prying eyes, doing the kinds of things Ana would only do with the guarantee of privacy, no record at all. Just between us.