“Ana, you’re so good,” he murmured. Then I started sucking, using my saliva and his precome to keep it slick, taking him in deeper and deeper. His cock was so amazing, so huge and thick. For a second I felt right at the point of gagging, but I closed my eyes and was able to relax my throat.
He groaned deeply in response as I took him all the way in to the hilt. “Fuck, Ana,” he growled, gripping my hair in his fist. I started to work him, sucking him down, in and out, my saliva wet and slick along his length.
“Look how sexy you are,” he ordered. In the mirror, out of the corner of my eye I could see my head bob up and down as I sucked his huge cock. I could see the evidence of my arousal, my nipples standing out hard and pebbled from the stimulation of serving him. His breathing grew heavier as he watched me work.
“I’m never letting you go, Ana,” he growled, fisting my hair so hard it almost hurt, but I relished it. I never wanted him to let me go. “You’re mine.”
My sex clenched in response, answering his declaration. I was his. And he was mine, mine to suck and savor until he nearly lost his mind. I wanted to drive him wild. I wished I could use my hands to cup and caress him, but they were bound behind my back, so I just had to suck as hard and wet and deep as I possibly could.
He began to buck his hips into my mouth, keeping me steady with his hand at the back of my head. It was hard to accommodate his need, but I wanted to so badly that I made it happen. I sucked and swirled my tongue hard around the underside of his crown. He groaned and I sucked harder, moaning with erotic pleasure to have him so deep down my throat. It satisfied something dark and secret in me, that fantasy place in my mind and body where I wanted to serve. I wanted to bring deep pleasure to a man. My man. The man I trusted enough to give myself to completely.
“Uh!” Ash threw back his head, his eyes closed. “I’m gonna come.” My pussy quivered in response, linked intimately to his pleasure. I took him in deep, sucking hard, wanting him to know I needed him to come down my throat. I needed to suck down everything he gave me, swallowing every last drop.
He groaned and with his free hand he grabbed onto my breast, holding me there hard. I felt so possessed, so commanded and it sent a thrill down my spine. His shaft pulsed and I tasted precome at his tip. Then, with a ferocious roar, he exploded deep down my throat. A rush of arousal consumed me as I sucked, milking every thrust from him, sucking and swallowing the masculine taste of him.
Slowly, I eased up, relishing his last shudder. Gently, I slid my lips down his sensitive shaft, warm and wet. Releasing him at last, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him with a smile, licking my lips to get every last drop of his come. He tasted so good.
“Christ, Ana. Are you trying to kill me?” He sank down onto the side of the tub, dropping his head into his hands.
“Shakespeare used ‘to die’ as a euphemism for coming.” You could take the librarian out of the library, but apparently even bound and naked she still spouted academic facts.
“Yeah. I’ve heard about that guy.” Ash nodded. “Come here.” He looked up at me, shaking his head. He reached out his hand and helped me up, then turned me around and gently untied my wrists. He pulled me down onto his lap.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he asked, burrowing his face in my neck. He drew me close, his hand to my hip, my thigh, up to my sex. “Wet,” he exhaled as he swept his fingers along my slick slit. “You’re wet from sucking me.”
His body grew tense again as he felt me, his bicep flexing, his broad chest hard as I leaned against him. I spread my legs a bit so he could really feel me, see how wet I’d become from sucking his cock. I’d loved it.
He thrust a finger up inside of me and I moaned, closing my eyes. I felt both so relaxed and so turned on with him, open to whatever he had planned. I’d never played like this before, but it made me feel so good.
He groaned, slowly pushing his finger up inside of me, studying my reaction, then withdrawing. “I could play with you every second of every day.” In he plunged again and I moaned and pushed down on his hand, wanting more of him up inside of me. Wanting to feel sated. He kept feeding my hunger.
“But you need to eat.” He withdrew his finger from me.
Pouting, I said, “But I just ate.” I licked my lips, still tasting him on my tongue.
“And I’ll happily feed you that again. But I think you need more food. Let me fix you something. You should rest.”
He stood and led me to the bed. I followed him, languid, so warm and fluid.
“Why don’t you take a nap while I make something for you?”
“A nap?”
“I’ve got a lot more planned for you, Anika. You need your rest.”
Giving him a shy smile, I slid into the bed. My head sank to the pillow and he drew the covers up over me. Aroused and warm and sleepy, I nestled into the softness. I hadn’t realized it, but I was tired. It would feel good to nod off for a few minutes.
When I woke up, something smelled amazing. And I could hear Ash playing piano. That song we’d been working on together over the past couple of weeks, the haunting melody we kept elaborating on, elongating. I drew a blanket around me, still completely naked, and padded out to the piano.
He was lost in the music, eyes closed, playing as the storm raged behind him through the windows. It was hard to believe it was still snowing. We must be getting two feet of snow. I wanted it to keep snowing forever so we never had to leave. Time with Ash was too delicious, too precious. I didn’t want to share him with anyone else.
When I sat down by his side, he opened his eyes and smiled at me, but didn’t stop playing. I joined in. I had to, the music called to me, even as the blanket dropped down along my waist. I didn’t care if I was naked. I wanted Ash to see everything, know me completely. And I wanted the same with him.
We played together, revisiting the familiar chords, creating new ones. It was a haunting tune, one that stayed with you. I didn’t know how it fit with the kind of music The Blacklist typically made, but I knew he had to turn it into a song. It was clearly coming straight from his heart.
It felt so good to play with him, so free. All those years of practicing with a metronome, trying to make my fingers follow the notes as faithfully as possible, taking what others had written and trying to live up to other people’s standards. Now, with Ash, I could let the music flow through me.
He stopped playing at some point, I wasn’t sure when, but I kept going, feeling the way the tune should flow. It should grow deeper with more angst, then work toward a final resolution so sweet I could feel a tear at the corner of my eye. Then I felt Ash’s warm lips up at my cheek.
“That’s so gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing my jaw, my neck.
“I love this song you’ve written.” My fingers came off the keys to wind around his neck.
“I think that song’s yours now. You just came up with exactly how it should end. I’ve been trying to figure that out for a while. But you did it.” He drew his fingers through my hair, then buried his face in it. “I love your hair. Never wear it up ever again.”
I laughed. “There’s a lot of it.” Hairdressers had tended to be the ones who had commented on my hair in the past, usually with a note of fatigue as they worked to cut it all.
“I want to take a bath in it.”
“That’s weird.” I laughed, but I knew what he meant. It didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t get enough of him, either.
“I made you dinner.”
“It smells amazing.”
“Chicken parm.”
I pulled away. “While I was in there sleeping you were in the kitchen cooking me chicken parmesan?”
“I heated it up. Come on, let me show you.” Ash stood and gave me a moment to pull the blanket up around my shoulders. Then I took his hand and he led me into the kitchen.
“That does not look like a frozen dinner,” I observed. A gorgeous chicken parm with pasta graced a countertop, looking all too good to
even share with Ash.
“Do not call this a frozen dinner,” Ash chastised me. “It’s from a place in L.A. It’s a pre-made gourmet meal.”
“Oh, excuse me.” I rolled my eyes. But then I sat down, helped myself to a serving and took a bite. Then I understood, this could never be confused with the type of Swanson aka Hungry Man heat-up tray version. Ash poured me some red wine and it was a few minutes before either of us spoke.
“Wow,” I finally said, licking my fork. “That was amazing.”
Ash looked at me, a flicker of hunger still in his eyes even after the amazing dinner. “It’s good to see you enjoy yourself.”
“Thanks.” I looked at him, a bit of nervousness building in me. I could tell he had something on his mind.
“You look really comfortable.” I sat up a little straighter. “The only problem is that blanket.”
I looked down and noticed I still had the blanket draped around me. Folded and wrapped, I barely showed any skin even though underneath it I wore nothing.
“Take it off.” Ash’s eyes flashed as he looked at me, a flicker building in him.
“The blanket?” I asked, teasing him. “This blanket?” I fingered the edge, the one draped along the outside of my breast.
“Off,” he growled.
“But then I’ll be naked.” Opening my eyes wide, I looked at him as if shocked. “I couldn’t do that!”