“Open your eyes,”
I told her and she did, wide. “Watch how you respond to me.”
She tilted her head down and watched as I worked her breasts with both of my hands, circling, stroking, palming her. I wanted her to see everything, to watch her response as I took her further. Her nipples were stiff and pointing out, aching and throbbing for my touch. I wanted her to watch and get as turned on as I did when I tweaked them.
“Are you watching?” I asked, sternly. Her breathing picked up as she looked down, watching my hands on her. “Now feel this.” I brought my fingers up to her pebbled tips and pressed them between my large, rough thumbs and forefingers. Pinching, I watched her face. I twisted her nipples in my fingers and she moaned, deeply, pushing her ass down into my crotch. With her legs slightly parted, every inch of her completely bare, I could feel the wetness between her legs. Her slick center, slippery and aching for me. She pressed it against my thigh, the pain at her nipples rocketing pleasure directly to in her core.
Caressing again, rewarding her for her responsiveness, I swirled my hands along her skin, her waist, her back. She was so lovely, like one of the marble sculptures we saw at the Louvre, a vision of feminine perfection. So desirable, melting men into lava. Right now, I wanted to do that to her.
“Anika,” I murmured to her, low and seductive, a hand at her throat. “Do you feel good?”
She caught her breath, her eyelids fluttering. “Yes,” she whispered, throaty.
“Good. Now stand up,” I ordered, helping her comply by lifting her at her waist. She moved so easily in my hands, so fluid and wanting. “Put your hands here.” I motioned down to the arm of the couch, where she could steady herself. And offer herself up. She looked at me, questioning for a moment. Then she did as she was told, placing her hands down on the arm of the couch.
“That’s it,” I praised her, bringing my hands to her hips, easing her back toward me. So naked, so bare, she complied, letting me pull her back until her back was straight. Then I brought my feet between hers and pushed her legs further apart, one leg out to the side, then the other. Spreading out her thighs for me.
“Oh, Ana,” I murmured, taking a moment to just look at her. Not bound, not tied in any way, just offering herself up to me. Hands on the arm of the couch, her slim back extended, the slight dip in her lower back rising into the curve and swell of her buttocks. With a hand on either side of her hips, I gave her a slight adjustment, angling her sex further up so I could see her.
Dripping with need, her slit looked so slippery, so ready. “So wet for me,” I groaned, sliding a finger down to her folds. She groaned and pushed against me, liking my touch, wanting more. “Oh, no,” I chided her, removing my hand. “You need to show me how you can take it, Ana. You need to be still for me. Can you do that?”
She whimpered, shivering under my touch. But she brought her hips back where I’d placed them and remained still.
“Good girl.” I brought my palm back to her ass, her inner thigh, caressing her. She’d never played this kind of game before, I knew that. The heady sensation that I’d be her first, the first and the only man to show her how good it felt to hold back, restrain, until you got right to the brink. Then the explosion would rock you to your core. I wanted her to come so hard she’d black out. I’d be right there to catch her.
Now that she was still, I brought my fingers back where she needed them, right at her slick center. I stroked and thrust, working her, dialed in completely to her every response. I circled her clit, pressing in, pushing against that sensitive button. But when she’d start to whine and pant, when I could see her nipples stiff and tense and her legs quivering and hear a cry forming in the back of her throat, I’d ease off. Bringing my hand away, I gave her a gentle caress on the swell of her ass, a teasingly light stroke along her thighs.
“Uh! Ash!” she cried out, her head dropping down. She bit her lip in frustration, so desperate to come.
“You need to come, don’t you, Ana?” I watched every second of it, her plump sex flushed and throbbing, dripping with arousal. It would feel so good to sink into her, eat her juicy goodness, lick and bite her and feel her come right into my mouth. But my cock pounded hard with need, too. So many temptations, so little time. We were due to fly out in just a couple hours.
“I want you to know, Ana.” I caressed her as I talked, stroking her trembling thighs, hips, giving her slick folds attention, then removing it. “One day I’m going to play with you for hours. I’m going to tie you down and see how much you can take. How many orgasms you can beg to have. Do you think you’d like to beg me, Ana?”
“Yes, Ash,” she responded so quickly it almost made me smile in victory. There would be time to do that, to savor her eagerness. But not right now. Now, I needed to plunder it.
Reluctantly, I grabbed another condom from the pocket of my coat. How good it would feel to sink into her with no barrier, flesh against flesh. The thought made me swell even bigger, if I could bury all of my shaft directly into her wet core.
But sheathed and ready, I stood pressed against her, holding her hips to me.
“Do you have a tight grip?” I growled. She spread her fingers against the arm of the couch, taking me seriously. I’d fucked her hard against the headboard yesterday morning. Now I’d fuck her hard from behind. “I know you need to come, Ana. So now I want you to come on my cock.”
Without another word, I brought the thick crown of my cock to her slippery entrance. In one long, strong thrust I entered her, filling her to the hilt. I groaned, deep and feral, the animal within me taking over. She cried out and I could tell it was a lot, I was a lot to take at this angle. But I couldn’t hold back, not with Ana. Not when she owned me, completely. I needed to consume her completely in return.
She held her own, pushing her ass back into me as I started fucking her. Plunging deep into her, sinking in again and again, taking her and making her mine.
“So good, just like that.” I grabbed onto her hips and rode her, thundering into her, making her entire body jolt and bounce with my force. I loved the sight of my cock ramming into her, the slickness of her sex coating me, how eagerly she took me in, strained against me for more. She was the ultimate partner, as insatiable and crazed as me.
“Mine,” I grunted out, not even knowing what I was saying, what I meant, but feeling the word in every bone of my body. Every throb, every thrust, I was taking what was mine. What I would cherish and protect, guard and defend the rest of my life. Mine.
“Ash,” she called out.
“Yes,” I managed as I sank into her, my teeth to her shoulder.
“Harder, Ash!” she begged me, her voice hoarse with need. “Harder.” I dug my fingers into her hips, pistoning into her. If any of me had been holding back, afraid of bruising her, hurting her, frightening her with my lust, that all got stripped away with her plea. She wasn’t supporting much of her weight on her feet anymore, up on her tiptoes, her hands pushing against the couch, my hands fastening her pussy exactly where I wanted it, where she needed it.
“Are you going to come for me?” I asked, feeling her start to tense and shudder.
“I’m going to—! Ah!” She started screaming as her orgasm hit her, slamming into her like a tidal wave.
“Come on my cock!” I roared, my own come jettisoning out as she did as she was told, coming all around my shaft. I came hard, grabbing her hips and thrusting hard and deep into her. I’d never felt anything so good, the liquid gold of her honey, the sounds of her desire cresting, breaking. Her surrender as I continued to thrust into her, milking every last shudder, taking every remaining peak from her orgasm. She cried out as intense pleasure wracked her body, her quivering release and slick juices surrounding my throbbing shaft.
“Yes!” I cried out. Yes to this, to her, to whatever we had between us, raw and alive and so intense, pulsing and pulling us closer and closer together.
I dropped down, my face to her back. I took her into my arms and swept her as gently as I could down with me onto the floor. S
he lay there on my chest as we breathed together, hard, neither of us able to form many words. Each of us joined together in awe of what we had together.
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That night on the plane, Ana slept. I could feel sleep tugging at me as well, pulling me into deep slumber. She made me feel so damn good. And it wasn’t just the mind-numbing pleasure of sinking into her. That went way beyond anything I’d felt before. It was how she made me feel, deep in my chest, when she looked up at me and smiled. When she teased me. When we played music together, her fingers finding the very keys I’d been seeking. It was some kind of magic.
That was one of the reasons Lola’s voicemail message from earlier that day didn’t sit right with me. She’d called to let me know everything was all set for tomorrow night, our New Year’s show in Vegas. The night I was going to propose to Ana, on stage in front of thousands of adoring fans.
“You’d better make sure she doesn’t lose it!” The ring was a loaner, of course, with a 10-carat stone worth about $300,000. “It’s a jaw-dropper,” Lola promised me.
Somehow I knew the kind of ring Lola would pick out wouldn’t suit Ana at all. Ana would want something special, not a wow-factor rock but a ring with some personal significance. Maybe her mother would know if she had any special jewelry or preferences? Family was so important to Ana, maybe there’d be a stone from a grandmother’s ring she’d want included? And inlaid, on her band, I could picture a music note. Something she loved, something that bound us together.
Wait, what I was thinking about? Designing Ana’s wedding ring? For real?