“We need to stop, or I won’t be able to,” he said as his mouth left hers to place soft, open-mouthed kisses on her neck.
“No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop, Anderson.” She could hear the pleading in her voice, but she didn’t care. She needed him.
His response was a growl as he continued to kiss and suckle along her collarbone while his fingers brought her nipples to peaks. Needing more, he quickly lifted her shirt over her head and smiled down at her in appreciation. Her hands were still in his hair, so she pulled his head down so that he could take a nipple into his mouth.
She let her head fall back as she groaned.
“Are you sure, Ruth?” Anderson asked again, his fingers and mouth making her body tingle as he touched her, tasted her. When she only nodded, it was all the answer he seemed to need. “Should we move this into the bedroom?”
“Yes, Anderson, please.”
His hands slid under her butt and lifted her to him. Her legs wrapped tightly around him as he carried her across her apartment and into the bedroom, where he set her on her feet at the end of the bed. For a moment, she wondered what he thought of her bedroom; he had never been in the room before.
As if to prove her point, he kissed her deeply, his entire focus on her as she unzipped his jacket. Pushing it off his shoulders, she kissed him back. Anderson struggled to get his shoes off as they kissed, but she was rewarded by the sounds of shoes hitting the floor, followed by the polo shirt he had been wearing.
When the shirt was gone, he looked back at her with a grin, maybe because she was shirtless, and her breasts were right there. But she was sure he wasn’t just looking at them. He was looking at her. With care, he nudged her until she was on the bed, and as she scooted back to the center, he followed her.
After settling in beside her, he ran a delicate trail of kisses across her breasts before looking up at her and kissing her lips again. But this time with the passion that promised what was coming next.
With his hands cupping her breasts again, he growled into her mouth before tearing himself away as he reached under him. From under his back, he pulled the now wrinkled clothes she had worn to work two days before that were still on the bed. He held them up a moment before tossing them onto the floor. Pulling her back into his arms, he nuzzled her neck and announced, “I will find out where you spent the last two days, soon.”
“Do you want to discuss that now?” She giggled, but his only answer was to lean away from her and push the sweatpants she wore down her hips and off her legs.
“No.” Anderson’s eyes were on the newly exposed skin, and his words were barely a whisper as his hands skimmed up her legs.
She wished there was a little less light, but it was streaming in through the windows, leaving no shadows as his mouth blazed a hot trail down her body. She laid back and let him take charge; it had been forever. But she didn’t think Franky had ever made her body tingle with just a touch of his lips. At least she couldn’t remember it happening, and she was sure she would’ve remembered that.
Making fast work of his jeans, she pushed them down his narrow hips as his hands worked her breasts, quickly replaced by his mouth. Suddenly she was impatient to see him, all of him, even what his gray boxer briefs hid. It had been forever since she had been with a man, but it was coming back to her quickly. Her body definitely remembered what it liked, even if she hadn’t done this in years.
When his fingers skimmed her clit, she stopped altogether. All focus was on his movements. There was no doubting herself and what she was doing. Instead, she let her body respond to his touch, not caring about the moans that escaped her lips. Or when his mouth took over, and she had to grasp the comforter below her, or how she screamed of pleasure. Over and over again.
Ruth had written this type of scene over and over again over the years, but never once did she imagine she could feel like a character in her books. The pleasure she was feeling was not how sex had been before. Franky had never made her feel like this.
She was spent, unable to even move as he kissed his way back up her body. At this point, she didn’t know how she was going to return the favor, no matter how much she wanted to.
“That was worth the wait,” he whispered as he rained kisses on her breasts.
Arching her back, she regretted the time lost. “We should have done this weeks ago.”
“It wouldn’t be this good if we hadn’t waited.” His voice was husky as his hard erection pressed into her stomach.
Her energy was instantly back, and she wanted him now. Wrapping her legs around him, she rolled him onto his back. Whatever he was going to say next was lost in a groan as she shimmied down his body, pressing and kissing as she went. His hard erection was between them the entire time.
Kissing her way down his chest, she grinned at him when she looked up to see him watching her, his eyes hooded and his breathing shallow as she took him into her hand. From what she remembered, he was far larger than Franky had been. And when she slipped his head between her lips, she was sure he was. Not that she was complaining, just needing to adjust.
It had been years, but based on the guttural sounds he was making, she was doing everything right. Or at least close enough that he was enjoying it. As she licked and stroked, she made a mental note of what made him curse or say her name, everything that made him lose a little control.
But she didn’t want him to come the first time in her mouth. She had thought about being with him for too long not to want him deep inside her the first time. Pulling away from him, she moved back up his body with kisses. As she bit and nibbled at his lips, she reached into her nightstand for the condoms she had bought in preparation for their first date. She had hoped it would lead to here but hadn’t pushed. Now she wished she’d had.
She sat up, still straddling him as she carefully opened the packet and rolled the condom on him. His eyes were on her the entire time, but he didn’t make a move to help. He just watched her work.
With him still watching, she shifted again, her hand still around him as she aligned him to her. Slowly, she sank down onto him in one smooth motion. The heady sensations of her body stretching around him made her whisper his name in pleasure. She had missed this feeling.
Anderson’s hands went to her thighs and squeezed as he shifted under her, making the sensations shoot right through her. Their bodies were completely still as his hands went from her thighs to her breasts, then squeezed them gently.
“You, okay?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
“Oh, so much better than okay,” she said and started to rock, which took her breath away.
Taking it as the encouragement he needed, he started moving, thrusting up to meet her, sending sensations throughout her body. With his hands back on her hips, she lifted slowly, feeling him tremble beneath her, loving that he was barely holding on.
Her confidence was building, and before she knew it, she was no longer in control. Her body knew what it wanted, and she was just along for the ride. As she rode him, his thumb massaged her clit, making quick, soft circles that sent her straight over the edge.
Her body was still pulsing and writhing when she felt his orgasm overtake him. Watching his pleasure made her spasm again.
After a while, Anderson rolled her onto her side and tucked her body into his as they tried to catch their breath. They were facing each other, and Anderson grabbed the edge of the comforter that was somewhat below them. It barely covered their naked bodies but was close enough. Ruth realized she wasn’t moving to fix it.
Now cocooned under the blanket, Anderson ran a finger over her cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Ruth.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Anderson.” She breathed him in as she said it, burrowing closer to him.