I tugged her up until I could reach her mouth. Our kiss was slow, but exploratory. It lasted a while. When we drew apart, I knew what I wanted.
“I want my mouth on your pussy. I know I had a small taste, but it wasn’t enough.”
Anastasia whimpered, but she nodded.
“Take off your bottoms and then come straddle my head,” I requested.
I watched as she scrambled off the lounge chair, then dropped her shorts and panties on her chair. I lowered the tophalf of the lounge chair, leaving me almost flat. I held her hand and helped her to straddle my head. Anastasia placed her feet on the rooftop deck. I grasped her hips and pulled her down to my mouth. She tried to hover rather than sit on my face.
“Place your pussy right on my face. Don’t you dare worry about hurting or suffocating me. I want to be surrounded by your scent and covered in your sweetness,” I growled.
Her body relaxed, then she sat fully. And that’s when I fucking went wild. I used my tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers to drive her out of her mind and soak my face in her essence. Once she got over worrying about hurting me, Anastasia began rocking her hips back and forth on my mouth. I held onto her plump ass cheeks and guided her where I wanted her to go.
She coated my face and beard in her stickiness. I worked her until she had not one, but two orgasms. With her slumped almost off my chair after the last one, I maneuvered her so she rested on my chest. I pulled the blanket I had given her earlier over her and made sure she was warm.
As she lay there, humming, I let my mind drift. Tonight I’d gotten more than I dared to wish for. And while I was very satisfied, I craved to go all the way.
Anastasia: Chapter 9
Sitting at the kitchen island, Reign and I had just finished the breakfast we prepared together. It was a very domesticated feeling, just as it had been last night. We’d talked about what we wanted to do today. We were in the middle of that discussion when there was a knock at his door. Reign came to his feet.
“That better not be my brother. There’s only a handful of people with direct access permission to get up here. Since we came in through the garage, you didn’t see the doorman. Whoever is the doorman at the time prevents people not on the residents’ permitted access lists from coming up. If someone not on the list asks for access, the doorman calls to see if it’s allowed at that time.”
A second, louder knock came as he finished explaining. Curiosity had me following him. Reign didn’t prevent me. I hung back in case it turned out to be one of the other tenants. He didn’t bother to look out the peephole. He disarmed the security alarm, unlocked the door, then swung it open.
Standing there was a man who was a few years younger than Reign. A quick scan told me it had to be Rowan. He had enough of Reign’s look to show they were related. I was behind Reign, barely visible. Rowan scowled.
“We’re talking and settling this inheritance shit once and for all, Reign. You can’t blow me off with the excuse you’re busy with work or going to a meeting,” the man said.
He stepped forward, expecting his brother to move. Reign stood his ground. He crossed his arms over his chest. I couldn’t make out his expression, but I had no doubt he wore a thunderous one. We’d discussed how infuriated his brother made him.
“You should’ve called, Ro. It might be the weekend, but I’m busy and have plans for the entire weekend,” Reign told him gruffly.
I shifted, which caught Rowan’s attention. His gaze flickered to me, then back to his brother.
“She can go wait in the bedroom or come back later. Yeah, that’s better. Hey, sweetheart, get dressed, then go. If my brother wants you back, he’ll call you.”
Rowan’s leer and the tone of his voice made me feel dirty and lit the fire inside of me. But it was nothing compared to what it did to Reign. A loud, rumbling sound came out of him. I saw Reign’s arm flash forward, grabbing the front of his brother’s shirt. He yanked him inside. The door slammed behind him. As Reign whirled his younger brother around, he faced off with him.
“This place is my home! I say who comes and goes, not you. She has more fucking right to be here than you ever will. If anyone is leaving, it’s you. How dare you barge into my home and issue orders?”
Reign turned to me. “Babe, I hate to ask, but this moron won’t stop until I smash this into his head. You can relax in the bedroom or my office. I doubt you want to hear this.” His tone with me was gentle.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay with you. Lord knows you’ve seen mine being terrible shitheads.”
Reign grinned.
“Hey, this is personal family business. Run along, sweetheart. My brother will get back to you when we’re done,” Rowan condescendingly replied.
Before I had a chance to tell him off, Reign beat me to it. He got in Rowan’s face. Reign was a couple of inches taller and much bigger physically. I saw Rowan’s eyes widen as he stepped back, then froze.
“Whoa,” Rowan muttered.
“Don’t you ever speak to her that way again. Call her sweetheart or anything else one more time and see what happens. And she’s welcome here way more than you are. If you want to hash this out again, then she stays, and when I say it’s time for you to go, you go. But I’m telling you, Ro, you’re wasting time,” Reign warned him.
With that said, Reign turned, wrapped an arm around me, and brought me to the living room. He sat in his favorite chair. When I went to sit on the couch, he tugged me down on his lap. His brother sank onto the couch across from us. His gaze went to Reign’s hand resting on my thigh.
“Go ahead and tell me something different from the past few times we’ve talked this over, Rowan.” Impatience was audible in Reign’s voice.
