“Nah. That would hurt Richard. He can’t get a replacement between tonight and tomorrow. I’ll just do it and move on. It’ll the last night.”
I heaved a sigh and muttered. “All right.” Anna had been a go-go dancer for years before she met me. One last time shouldn’t cause any problems.
My steps were quick as I walked her back to the apartment. Wendy had left her keys with the doorman, so we picked them up and made our way to the elevator that led to her floor, making jokes about my little dance. Her boobs rubbed against my back, making me hard.
The elevator clicked open, and I carried Anna straight to the room. She flicked on the light as soon as we got in. I set her down and looked into her eyes. As I expected, her eyes were dreamy with lust. She took a step closer, pressed her body against mine, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She was so close that I felt the ticklish sensation of her warm breath on my nose. "Do you still want me, Carson?"
Even without the invitation, I would have found a way to make her mine. I more than wanted her. I craved her. I needed her as a part of me.
Without responding, I yanked her by the waist, and brought her close, making her feel my arousal. She gasped realizing how hard I was beneath my pants.
"I want all of you."
***
Anna
The moment I felt Carson slide his hands down my arms, I burned for him. My skin broke out in goosebumps, and my body arched to feel all of him, not just his fingers but his entire body, pressed against mine. Carson pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine with such force, as if his very life depended on it. When we finally broke the kiss, he bent his head and placed feathered kisses along my jaw, my neck, my shoulders, moving down to my cleavage. When he palmed my breasts tenderly, I arched my back, pressing myself into his hands, not wanting the sensual assault to end. Wetness pooled at my center. Carson had elicited feelings in me that had been buried for years.
I had never felt as sure about anything as I did this thing between Carson and me. I had never felt so turned on—so much frustration was finally being released, my body ascending to the apex of pleasure. I squirmed, begging him for more of the sweet sensation that coursed through my body.
He peeled off my dress and helped me out of it. With my hand slipping into his, I guided him to my bed. He kissed me again, and I responded by running my tongue over his bottom lip. I nibbled and sucked on the flesh. He groaned and released my mouth, only to bend down and flatten his mouth over one hardened nipple. He kneaded the other breast, allowing the heat to spread through my entire being.
Searching for some form of friction, I thrust my hips toward him, and he shifted, allowing me better contact as I ground myself against him. I moaned, lost to the dizzying feeling. His tongue crept lower, and he only paused in his path to quickly slide my panties down my legs.
"Carson," I pleaded. He was so gentle. His touches feather light, as if he was afraid that I'd break in pieces if he didn't take great care.
"I'm here," he whispered, his head resting against my pelvic bone. He kissed the insides of my thighs, parted me to his eyes, and ran a finger along my clitoris. My eyes rolled back in their sockets as little shock waves coursed along my neural pathways. His thumb drew small circles on my clitoris while he thrust a finger inside my walls. I welcomed the invasion. I welcomed it, not with a shy sigh, but with a groan that sounded unfamiliar to my ears. I thrashed wildly underneath his touch as he maintained a slow rhythm, building tension in my body. Higher and higher, I ambled to the edge until finally, release washed over me.
"God, Anna. I want you. I want you so much," he said with a ragged breath as he watched me come undone. I looked at him with lazy eyes as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his feet. Quickly, he scampered out of his shirt and laid me on the bed. He kissed his way up my body, making me burn for him once more. He only paused to cup my breasts, directing them to his mouth. I pressed my head back and grabbed his shoulders tightly. He was setting me ablaze everywhere as I'd requested. When his lips finally met mine, I envisioned a thousand fireworks exploding in the sky.
It was a soft kiss. It was an unhurried kiss. It was a promise. He lifted his hand and searched my face, "This is you." He parted my legs and moved between my thighs. He tapped my folds, spreading the moisture into my vaginal walls. It felt so provocative, so raw, intense...and yet, so tender. "This…" he nudged my opening with the head of his penis. His next words were strained, "This—this is me."
The warmth of his breath sent tingles down my spine, making me spread my thighs wider. I pushed my body up with my elbow to kiss him quickly. Then he said, "This is us, Anna. Fuck, Raven. Shit." He was buried within me. He filled my entire being—I felt his presence everywhere, all of Carson. He stroked my walls, rotated his hips, ground hard, then he pulled out, replacing his penis with his fingers to draw slow circles.
"Oh, God. Carson," He was an observant lover, a good lover—he knew what strings to pull and the right time to pull. He nibbled my neck and kissed my shoulders. In response, I curled an arm around his neck, and the other I placed on the small of his back. He groaned as he sank into my heat. I felt him expanding inside me. At that moment, his thrusts were my cravings. Gently, he drove in and out, and I pushed my hips forward to meet his thrusts. The pleasure I got was immeasurable, and I wanted more.
Our tongues collided in a dance, mimicking the pace of our love making. His thrusts were slow and steady. And luscious. My body shook with euphoria, and all I could think of was his length stroking my walls. It was ecstatic and cosmic—like stars colliding in space. He groaned beside my ear while he pumped into me, our wet bodies sliding against each other. Orbs of light appeared in my vision as his thrusts came faster and deeper. And then he looked in my eyes and linked his fingers in mine, pulling my arms above my head. "I love you, Anna. I love you," he breathed.
The sincerity in his eyes pushed me to the pinnacle. I climaxed around him, taking him with me to the summit. He thrust in a frenzy and held me tighter, as he shuddered and let go, falling forward on my body. I relished every one of his movements. He rolled off my chest, struggling to catch his breath. I finally found the strength to move again and turned towards him. His forehead connected with mine, and we stared into each other's eyes.
The last thing I heard before I drifted to sleep was his words like a soft caress. "I can't stop
wanting more of you, Anna."