This isAna—my Ana—fingers buried in my hair, pressing me closer, silently demanding more.
I split her legs wider and mercilessly attack her little clit, easily finding just the way she likes it because she’s wordlessly giving me directions.
A twitch of her hips meansharder.
A soft moan—right there.
The sound she makes when she’s about to come? Pure symphony.
I know not to change a thing when her head thrashes on the pillow and she’s gone—arching, crying out, shaking apart. I ease her through it, licking, sucking, humming low until she shivers back to earth.
When her thighs fall open, I slip a finger inside, press my tongue harder, and she detonates again, her body bowing off the bed, my name ripping from her throat like a song I’ll chase for the rest of my life.
When she finally gasps, “Mercy, Nyxx. Let me catch my breath,” I grin against her skin and crawl up beside her.
I rearrange myself to lie next to her, combing my fingers through her sweaty hair as her breathing slows to normal. She had never climaxed with a man before? Why? She’s beautifully responsive.
When her lids flutter open, her gaze immediately arrows to mine.
“That was…” There’s such a long pause, I wonder if she’s fallen asleep with her eyes open. Stranger things have happened; those orgasms looked powerful. “I have no words.”
“Don’t need them, princess. I rode through it with you, remember?”
“Mmm.” She’s got the sweetest look on her face. “I think I’m one-up on you, though. Or two, or three. It was hard to count.”
“Take your victory lap,” I murmur. “I’ll just lie here, lick my lips, and commit to memory every sigh, gasp, and moan.”
Color floods her cheeks, spilling down her neck. She hides her face behind her hand. Adorable.
I brush my knuckles along her jaw. “Relax. I’m not teasing. I just—hell, I can’t get enough of you.”
She peeks at me through her fingers, smiling despite herself.
“I lied.” My voice drops. “I won’t just lie here. I need to talk, tell you how good you taste.” Perhaps I’m a sadist, pushing her on purpose. Do I want her to squirm with shame? No, I want her to bask in my affection.
“You taste sweet and sexy, and I want to package your scent.”
“You’re getting dangerously close to me covering my face and begging you to stop.”
“Okay. I’ll take the hint.” I barely give her a second to register her win before I ask, “What would you really like to beg me for, princess?”
No hesitation this time. She reaches down, wraps her hand around me—firm, certain.
“Your cock,” she says, voice steady as sin.
Heat punches through me.
“Good answer.”
Chapter Eighteen
Anastasia
Without waiting for a response, I jackknife toward him and circle his head with my tongue, paying special attention to the rim, reveling in the sound that bursts from his throat. His hands find my shoulders—steady, guiding, not restraining—and the way he breathes tells me exactly how close he is.
I kneel between his open thighs and trace the pulsing vein that runs the length of his thick cock. It surges in my hand, responding to the attention.
After lapping at his slit, enjoying his taste as he rewards me with little pearls of liquid, I swallow his head as I lick, bob, and swirl. He grips my shoulders a bit too tightly, though I’d never protest—it makes me feel powerful to have such an effect on him.
