"Ax, focus!"
I bring my eyes back up to hers and see the smile in them, but also the very real question. I wonder what she thinks I did to get the money.
"How do you think I got the money?" I challenge, the whiskey still addling me enough to tease. Her eyes narrow at me and I clear my throat, deciding not to push my luck further,
"Me and Papi bagged a deer while we were looking for the others, who we didn't find by the way. That old fucker Emilio and his guys probably fucked off entirely. We managed to sell the deer for a pretty penny. I got you some new clothes too. Just something basic until you can go out and find something you like for yourself." She listens but doesn't say anything, continuing to eat. I’m entranced by watching her mouth move and let a deep breath out my nose.
"Now, why don't you hurry the fuck up and let me explain tomorrow, because right now, I need you in that bed, screaming my name."
Her eyes widen, her hand hovering with the date inside it. I grin before turning, pulling the shirt off and revealing the expanse of my back. Years and years ago I had work done there but with no mirrors in The Tomb, I'd actually never seen it myself until today.
I hear Ana's breath pick up slightly beside me as I drop my pants and hold out a hand toward her. I love that I can affect her just as she does me, though I hardly understand why. Biting her lip, she hesitates only a moment before taking my hand and standing. Water cascades off of her body and for a moment I'm actually breathless.
"Fuck, baby," I say on a groan, my eyes trailing up and down her body. Her eyes watch me, but she doesn't move. Unable to have her away from me any longer I pull her forward and she lets off a shriek. Before she can fall my other arm swoops under her knee and pulls her up out of the tub. Water splashes everywhere but I ignore it as I carry my queen to our bed.
Her eyes burn with all the words she doesn't need to say. I know this woman fucking loves me. I don't know why, sure don't fucking deserve it, but I'm damn grateful for it.
With care, I place her down on the bed, stepping back to admire her body once more. A slow smile crosses her face and for some reason, it reignites something in me. My dick twitches again and her eyes widen as she catches it. Before she can react, I'm between her legs, hooking her knee over my shoulder. My mouth finds her waiting cunt only a second later and she moans as I rake my tongue up her slit.
Her knees close on instinct at the assault but I ignore it, lapping up her sweetness as her thighs squeeze me.
"So wet for me, baby," I mutter into her warmth.
"Oh fuck," she moans as I push a finger into her, hooking it just the way she likes. Her hips try to move but I keep her locked to my face, my fingers gripping into her thighs. Those are bruises I look forward to. When I lock my lips around her clit she cries out, bucking beneath me. I only give her a second to come down before carefully flipping her over.
Gripping her hips, I pull her ass up into the air and bury my face into her once more. Her juices are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted and one I’ll never tire of.
The noise she makes is almost guttural and she claws at the sheets. I drag my tongue from her clit to her ass and I hear the bedding rip.
My cock throbs angrily at me and when Ana begins to practically mewl, I pull myself up and push inside her in one long thrust, waiting for no invitation beyond that of her cries.
Her wetness takes me easily and in two strokes I feel her pussy begin to clamp down on me. I have to grit my teeth to keep from blowing my load too soon, instead riding her through her orgasm.
Still gripping her hips, I adjust slightly, and she moans harder at the new angle. My hand finds her neck, gripping her tightly and pressing her face to the side of the mattress. Her hair is still short enough I can see her face and it's fucking glorious. Her mouth parted, face pressed into the fabric and eyes rolled into her head in pleasure. My hand grips her neck a bit tighter and I feel her pussy clench and know she loves it. Making note, I grin as I pick up speed.
Her cries get louder and I can't hold back moans of my own as she tightens around me again, this time pulling me into her depths. Letting go of her neck I pull her ass back into me as she wiggles slightly.
I slap her ass, eliciting one more squeal from her, before pulling out with a groan. She instantly falls to the side, a tired smile on her face.
"Mmmm," she mutters. "Where did that come from?"
Grabbing a cloth, I wet it slightly with some of the water left in the tub— the floor is a fucking mess—and turn Ana over to wipe her down gently. She doesn't move as I do, watching me, trust shines bright in her eyes.
With a smile, I lean down and kiss her forehead.
"Sleep," I command. "We'll talk in the morning."
With another small smile and a nod, she closes her eyes.
Chapter Twelve
Ana
Iwake up to gentle snores in my ear and turn my head to see Ax drooling slightly into the pillow. I have to hold back a giggle from escaping my lips, instead watching and taking in the fine male specimen before me. The sheets have been tossed off his body, revealing the large and naked expanse of his back and buttocks. I admire the rise and fall for a few more minutes before my bladder urges me to get up.
Carefully untangling myself, I use the lost sheet to drape around myself as I make my way toward the bathroom. I pass by last night's forgotten food and drink on my way back and a whiff of wine greets me. Bile rises in my throat without warning. Crashing the tray to the floor in my haste I scramble for the bathroom, barely getting there in time.
I hear a commotion from the bed and the sound of a knife being drawn.