The connection between us and the knowledge of how right it is grows along with my impending orgasm. I can’t look away from his eyes. I need him to see me, raw and unhindered, drowning in pleasure I’ve only ever gotten from him.
“Anderson,” I shout out his name, surprised at my ability to say anything at all. I feel his lips curve against me before he releases my clit and plunges his tongue into me. “Fuck yes,” I groan, my hips flexing but finding no relief. “Please don’t stop.”
The flash in his eyes communicates something I tuck away to analyze later.
Never. I’ll never fucking stop.
He might as well be whispering it in my ear with the way it breezes through my mind effortlessly.
My entire body is buzzing. When he switches out his tongue for two of his long fingers, the same ones he uses to build words and give life to his imagination, I’m right on the edge. Right there. So fucking close.
He nips at my clit and my orgasm barrels into me as if I had no idea it was building. It steals my breath and any remaining control I had over my body. I give it over, willingly, all of it, over to him. My heart beats out my trust for him, hammering against the inside of my chest, because I know he’ll take care of it. He’ll take care of me.
When the warmth of Anderson’s skin presses against me and his lips find mine, my eyes pop open. When the fuck did I even close them? When did he get undressed?
“Are you on anything? I have a condom, but,” Anderson swallows hard as he looks down at me and shakes his head slightly, a fierce look on his face.
It’s not a scowl. It’s steel and iron and all things hard, but there’s a softness to it I know is all for me. It’s his control and it’s slipping.
He’s hovering above me, his eyes searching my face. My body, my heart and soul, take over for my brain which still hasn’t recovered from the Earth-shattering orgasm. It’s been a little while, but it’s never been that good before. I should keep him just for his ability with his tongue.
I wrap my body around him, my voice breathless, “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” I swallow hard and set the truth free. “I don’t want anything between us.”
Anderson presses his forehead against mine as he positions himself against my entrance and slides home. We let out a woosh of breath together. I revel in the bit of stretch, but it’s not uncomfortable. My body welcomes him as if it was always meant to.
I have a feeling it was.
He holds his body still, his jaw tensed. It’s sexy as hell that I can push this man to the edge of his control. I squeeze my pussy around his length, and he lets out a low growl of warning.
There’s a little voice which tells me not to push him, but the way he rumbles in response to me and what my body does to him has an effect on me I can’t control. I squeeze around him again and I swear I can hear the snap of the chain, the links falling around me on the mattress which I really want to believe can be ours.
Anderson kisses me, prying my lips open, his tongue fucking my mouth while his hips start to move. He’s slow and gentle at first, but with every thrust he picks up the pace and puts more power behind the movement. It’s what I need. I need to see him unhinged. I need to see him completely let go.
“You gotta stop squeezing me with your sweet pussy, Sunshine,” he grits out through his teeth. “I’m barely hanging on.”
The little bit of plea in his voice, his movements still ramping up our combined pleasure, makes me want him even more. When he hits the end of my channel with a hard thrust, I let out a squeal which morphs into a moan as the pleasure from the bite of pain washes through me
“Anderson,” his name comes out on a breathless moan as he trails kisses along the line of my jaw and down my neck. When his lips wrap around my nipple, I gasp, “So good. I’m so close. Please,” I whine the last one because he’s in the process of pulling out of me until just the head of his dick remains before plunging back inside.
I know he’s going to fill me again, but I still don’t like the feeling of it. I never want this to end, but I know it will. I know our orgasms are going to steal the moment from us. I’ve never resented the idea of coming before, but right now I do.
The look in Anderson’s steel gray eyes tells me this is far from the last time we’ll experience this. It’s that reassurance which allows me to give myself over to the pleasure, my knees coming up and grabbing high on his hips.
His words wrap around me, licking along my skin in time with his thrusts. “You. Are. Mine. Reese,” he groans my name and pinches my nipple as he grinds against my clit, his cock filling me.
The edge drops out from underneath me, no longer existing as I’m catapulted into my orgasm, everything disconnecting. Except for the lock I have on Anderson’s eyes. We hold steady.
“Reese,” my name on his lips is a moaned moment of worship.
It barely reaches my ears as I feel the first shot of his hot cum against my walls and my body quakes in response, tightening and milking him. I’m riding the wave of the best feeling in the world when his lips press against mine.
Kissing him. Feeling him against me. His cock filling me with his cum.
It’s almost too much. It’s almost too sweet. What do I have to give up to keep this? Can it be so simple?
I wish it was. I desperately want it to be. This man, this man kissing me and soothing me and bringing me back to myself slowly, coaxing me back to where the sunshine warms sidewalks and beckons flowers to grow, has shown me another side of him this week.
He’s stolen my heart without him realizing it. I didn’t know if he could be the man who deserved me, who could accept me and Boomer, but now it’s all I want him to be.
As I cling to him, our panted breaths mingling between us, I can only hope I can trust him.