His fingers parted my ass cheeks and air curled against my sex. “You want to feel me here, baby?” he whispered into my hair as he brushed his fingers against the puckered flesh.
“I do, oh god.” The thought was as erotic as the reality, and my body gave me my first warning that my orgasm was close.
He pushed his erection deep into me and stilled. “Look at me Anna.”
I wasn’t sure I was capable of moving, but I managed to straighten my arms so I was still leaning over him. His fingers circled and stroked and then one pushed through the barrier of muscles. The sensation was calming almost, intense, and I slowly circled my hips, allowing myself to feel more of him.
“You like that?” he asked.
“I like everything you do to me,” I replied. I stopped moving and another finger followed his first and started to slowly push.
“And this?”
“I want it deeper, Ethan.”
He grunted and pushed his hips up into me and thenstopped again before pushing his fingers farther into me. I was full of him.
I snapped my head back in response to the sensation and I moved my hands to his chest, pushing deeper and farther onto him.
“Fuck, Ethan, I’m coming.”
“Look at me, Anna.”
We were both still, frozen almost from the intensity of it and my eyes met his just as a world of intense pleasure washed over me, just from him being inside me.
“Jesus, I’m going to come so hard,” he growled as he removed his fingers slowly, and without breaking the link between our bodies, flipped me to my back and pounded into me, taking his pleasure.
“You. Make. Me. Feel. So. Good,” he said between his final thrusts as be poured into me. It was just what I needed to hear after him making me feel like no other man ever had or ever would.
TEN
Ethan
“So, what do you guys do on New Year’s Eve, during the day? Carve pumpkins?” Anna asked as I wandered back into the bedroom. I’d been making last minute arrangements for this evening.
“No, we don’t carve pumpkins on New Year’s any more than we carve pumpkins on Thanksgiving.”
“Oh, so what do you do?”
I thought about it. Were there traditions that I’d forgotten? “Nothing, we can do the tourist thing again. Or wander into the village.”
“What, not even tonight?”
“I’ve booked us a restaurant for tonight. If they’re not partying, people normally watch the ball drop in Times Square on TV.”
“Are we going to do that?”
“It depends, do you want to stand outside in freezing temperatures from about three o’clock to reserve your space?”
“That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
“I can’t imagine it is. We’ll have a nice evening.”
“I know, I always do when I’m with you.”
Just before my heart exploded the intercom buzzed.
Lucky for me Anna wasn’t quite ready, so I managed to intercept the courier from Harry Winston without too much suspicion. I took the padded envelope into the study and locked the door as quietly as I could. I wanted to see the ring and there was no way I could risk her walking in on me.
