“Ethan!” She screamed as I pushed my dick and my finger into her at the same time. She fell forward, her hands slamming on the counter top as I slammed into her, again and again.
Jesus, the feel of her all around me, clamping around my dick and my finger, I couldn’t hold back, I wanted to get deeper, closer and I pounded again and again until her pussy contracted in the beginnings of her orgasm. She snapped her head back and her fingers gripped the counter. She was almost there.
She no longer resisted me right before she started to come. She didn’t try to escape the inevitable. She gave into it. Gave into me. She knew she had no choice but to come for me. She pulsed around me and then she sucked in a deep breath, there she was, right at the edge. I pulled my finger out sharply and she gasped.
With both hands on her hips, I concentrated on fucking every last drop of orgasm out of her before pouring myself into her. Again and again I thrust into her and as I saw her body slump, my head spun and my orgasm took me over.
Fuck she was beautiful, and she was mine.
My cheek rested on her back as I came back to earth. God, I needed her naked and wrapped around me right now. Slowly I withdrew and threw the condom in the garbage. Her elbows rested on the counter top and she was still trying to catch her breath.
She turned to look at me, her hair tousled, looking as amazing as she had ever had and I kissed her on her lips. “You’re amazing,” I whispered in her ear.
“You’reamazing,” she whispered back to me and I led her to the bedroom, picking up an orange shopping bag I’d brought home with me.
TEN
Anna
I scooted into the crook of his arm as he balanced a gift bag on his stomach.
“Whatcha got there?” I asked.
He pulled me closer to him. “It’s for you. A present.”
“Oh, I heard that girls who are into anal get gifts.” I laughed. “You had this planned all along.”
“Anna,” he growled, letting me know that he didn’t approve of my joke. He’d never bought me a present before. Not that I’d particularly noticed. Was this going to reveal his awful taste? Doubtful since his flat was amazing and his dress sense was impeccable . . . although he didn’t seem particularly interested in clothes—unless he was peeling me out of them.
I turned the bag to reveal the Hermès logo. I pursed my lips, trying not to grin.
“So what’s this for?” I asked.
“Well, like you said, I appreciate your ass.”
I play-thumped him on the chest. “You pig.”
“You love me.”
“I do,” I said in a small voice.
He’d meant it as playful banter but he’d brought it up. I loved him and we had promised not to keep things from each other. “No bullshit.”
He knocked the bag to the floor and pulled me down the bed and crawled over me. “You better,” he said. “Because I hear it’s no fun being in love with someone if they don’t love you back.” He paused. “I love you, Anna. No bullshit.”
I held his face in my hands as he looked at me, his eyes sparkling. He was happy. We were in love. Everything was perfect.
The Hermès bag contained scarves.Scarves to hide Ethan’s marking of me. I’d been wearing turtlenecks a lot recently, and the weather wasn’t really cold enough to justify it. I liked the idea of wearing a scarf, especially one that Ethan had bought for me.
“What about this one?” I posed in the bathroom doorway, naked apart from a scarf tied around my neck.
“I’m thinking this is shaping up to be the best Friday night I’ve ever had,” Ethan replied. “And I can think of several uses for the scarf. I like the thought of tying you to the bed. I think I mentioned that before.”
“One kinky step at a time, mister,” I replied as I unknotted the scarf, threw it at him and crawled back into bed.
“Okay, we can leave that until next weekend.”
My stomach dropped at the mention of the followingweekend. It was the last full weekend we had together before he was due to leave.
