Warm lips press against my neck as Anson sighs and nuzzles closer to me, a deep hum reverberating in his chest. "Hannah?"
Embarrassment colors my cheeks as I suck in a large breath, willing my voice to sound somewhat normal. "I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."
"Like I could with your ass grinding against me," he chuckles. One of his hands glides over my shirt to rest at the base of my neck as he nips at my earlobe. "Are you feeling better?" I don't say anything, but he feels me nod my head. "What time is it?" His voice is rough from sleep and it sends a wave of desire down my spine.
Sliding a hand under my pillow, I grab my phone, the light of the screen making me wince. My eyes squint, trying to see past the blaring light, "It's almost five."
He hums in approval, his other hand toying with the hem of my shirt. "Good. That means I still have time." Anticipation leaves me breathing hard, my heart steadily picking up speed.
"Time for what?" I whisper between breaths. The hand toying with my shirt slides up my stomach making goosebumps pop up on my skin.
"Oh," he breathes, his mouth trailing down my neck, a hand slipping beneath the band of my panties. "I think you know."
I could easily get addicted to this man. Hell, I might already be.
“I thought you said not tonight.” My back arches, my butt grinding against his hardening cock as his fingers slick between my folds. “Anson,” I gasp as he sinks one finger deep into my pussy before withdrawing and lightly circling my clit.
“That was then, this is now,” he whispers as he continues to tease me, “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I can feel him shifting behind me, but my only focus is on his fingers. My hips move in time with his fingers, the pleasure ramping up with every sweep across the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Get naked. Now.”
Yes. Sir.
Without hesitation, my arms peel my too-large shirt over my head as Anson rids me of my underwear. In no time at all, I’m laying beside him once more.
“Have you ever been taken like this, baby?” His hard cock presses against my backside, his large hand sliding under my thigh, lifting it so he can gain access to my wet pussy. From behind, his cock glides through my wetness, making me writhe against him.
“No.” Our voices are barely whispers, completely aware that the walls are extremely thin and the crew is within earshot—hopefully, sound asleep.
Anson slides his arm under my torso, his large hand settling against my pounding heart. “Good,” he growls before slowly, so slowly, his cock pushes into me, filling me up. I’m utterly surrounded by him. And I love it.
My hips push back against his, wanting to take him deeper, willing him to move. But he doesn’t. My free arm reaches around him, resting on his hip, urging him on.
“You want more, don’t you baby? My greedy girl.” His teeth bite down on my earlobe, but he doesn’t move.
The hand pressing against my chest moves to my nipple, his skilled fingers pulling and teasing them into hardened points. The sensation of being filled by him while he toys with my nipples has my muscles clenching around him, needing more of him. He groans when my pussy squeezes him once more and he finally gives in.
“Fuck, Hannah. You’re so goddamn perfect for me. You and your perfect pussy are everything I need.”
Anson finally moves, giving me everything I’ve wanted. His hand never strays from my nipple as he pushes in and out of me. He maneuvers my leg, holding it up to rest on his hip before his hand slips between my folds, gently circling my clit.
My whole body is turning into an overdrive of sensations. His deep moans of pleasure reverberate through my ears, sending me over the edge.
My climax rolls through me and I cry out in pleasure, forgetting everything but the ecstasy coursing through my body. Anson’s hand clamps over my mouth trying to dampen the sounds I’m making, his thrusts picking up speed as he chases his release.
Anson buries his head in my neck, all the sexy sounds he makes as he comes going right into my ear, making my muscles pulse around him even more.
It’s so fucking hot to hear how I’m affecting him.
We’re both sweaty and panting as we come down from our orgasms. “Well, that was one hell of a way to start the day.” I’ll be feeling the effects of him pounding into me from behind all day as I work on the boat running errands for Keith.
I don’t regret a damn thing.
He chuckles before kissing my neck. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He pulls himself out of me, making me wince, but not in a bad way. I feel empty without him.
Anson sees it, tuning my face towards him. “You alright, baby? Was I too tough on this pussy?” His large hand moves to cup my mound, drawing a whimper from me.
I roll over, tucking myself against his chest. “Don’t act like you’re concerned. You love it.” His chest rumbles against my cheek as he laughs, his light dusting of chest hair rubbing against me. “Besides,” I add, "I like it when you get all rough.”
“Is that right?” His hand fists in my hair, pulling my face up to his. “God, I’m glad I couldn’t stay away.” With that, he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. He completely owns me and fuck do I want him to. With a deep moan, he breaks the kiss, sighing in frustration. “I’ve got to go. Keeran will be off anchor watch soon, and I have to be gone when she gets here.”
