I nodded and followed her to the kitchen.
“You look fucking amazing . . . but you know that.” My eyes trailed over her perfect ass, covered by the tight red fabric of her dress.
“I don’t know that. I’m glad you think so.”
I stood behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head into her neck as she fixed two whiskeys.
“Do we have plans this weekend, other than for me to make you come over and over and over?” I asked.
“I like that plan.” She relaxed her body into me my dick pressing against her. How long would I have to wait before I was inside her? “I guess I should really arrange some property viewings.”
That was the last thing I wanted to do—schlep around London, looking at her future without me. Fuck that. I had hoped she would consider coming back to New York with me, but if she was still talking about buying a place here, she wasn’t thinking along the same lines. And I couldn’t raise it. We didn’t talk about the future, we had agreed to live in the here and now and I had to honor that.
“I thought we had dinner with Daniel and Leah?” I wanted off the new apartment subject. My teeth pressed into the flesh of her neck and she tipped her head to give me easier access.
“Yes, tomorrow night.”
My teeth sunk deeper and Anna moaned and grasped the back of my neck. She enjoyed me marking her, and I took full advantage. I slid my hands up to cup her tits and I pushed them together. I imagined my dick buried between them and pressed harder into her.
“Work’s made you horny I see,” Anna breathed.
“Youmake me horny. Nothing and no one else.” I wanted Anna to have no doubt that there was no one else but her for me. I never got the feeling that she needed my reassurance but I wanted to give it to her all the same.
My hands dropped from her tits to her hips and I slidher skirt up. Fuck, she was wearing stockings again. I’d warned her about that.
“Anna,” I said admonishingly.
“But I didn’t see you at all today to distract you, so what’s the problem?”
“Then why?”
“Because I know what it does to you. And I like that thought.”
I’d dropped my pants—my dick wasn’t going to survive for long without her around it. I reached across her stomach and pulled her toward me. “Bend over beautiful. I curled my hand around her neck and pushed her down against the kitchen counter.
“You managed to put panties on. That’s a compromise I suppose.” I tugged down the lace and they pooled at her heeled feet. My fingers trailed back to her delicious pussy. I wanted to be in her as quickly as I could, but I wanted her to be ready.
“Fuck, you are soaking wet, beautiful.”
She whimpered an answer, I couldn’t tell what she was saying, as long as it was stop or no, I didn’t really give a shit and by the way she felt, she was saying anything but stop. The way she got so wet for me was a complete turn on. Sometimes I wondered if she spent her time in a permanent state of semi-arousal, ready for my dick on a moment’s notice. Jesus.
I trailed my dick along her folds and she shuddered as she lay out in front of me, waiting for me to slam into her. I parted the cheeks of her perfect ass. She glistened for me, the pink, puckered flesh above winking at me. I’d never touched her there. But it seemed so ready for me. I hardened further at the thought. Just the slightest touch. My fingers replaced my dick, sweeping up and down her foldsonce, then twice and then, coated in her arousal, I edged higher.
“Ethan,” she said. I read curiosity rather than fear in her voice. I trailed around the puckered opening with my wet fingers and gently stroked. “Ethan,” she said again, the pleasure breaking through her curiosity. I reached around her with my other hand and found her clit “Ethan, Jesus, fuck.” She bucked and threw herself back against me, impaling herself on my finger. She gasped and gripped at me and we both stilled. I hadn’t meant to go as far.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded but didn’t speak and I didn’t move. My finger still buried halfway inside her ass, my other thumb on her clit. She exhaled and her hands relaxed slightly against my arms. My heart was thumping in my chest and my blood pounding in my ears but I kept as still as I could. Slowly, she started to move, I assumed at first she was trying to remove my finger from her ass but as she rolled her hips, it was clear she wasn’t moving away from me, she was pulling me in deeper. I groaned at the realization that she was enjoying it.
“You like that, beautiful?” I asked as I pushed farther into her and circled in tiny movements.
She was panting as she nodded, as if she had too much to concentrate on. I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, watching her ass fucking my finger, her pussy dripping wet. Before I could finish my next thought, she verbalized it for me.
“I want you inside me,” she gasped. “Quickly, Ethan, please.”
This beautiful, sexy, insatiable girl would be my undoing.
“You want me in your tight pussy while I finger fuck your perfect ass?”
