“You taste incredible,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my lips, and I can barely breathe. The intensity in his eyes makes me feel like I’m the only thing that exists at this moment, like nothing else matters but us.
I reach up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down into a desperate kiss. My lips crash against his, wild and frantic— I can’t get enough.My hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles and the heat of his skin. I need more—I need all of him. My fingers fumble at the waistband of his jeans, tugging impatiently.
“Off,” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaky with need. “I need you, Daniel.” He grins, but there’s a flicker of something wild in his eyes as he pulls back just enough to look at me.
“Patience, Firecracker,” he says even as his voice betrays the same urgency I feel. His hands are trembling slightly as he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
My eyes drift down, and I can’t help but stare at the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric. Heat floods through me and I bite my lip, already aching for him. I reach out, grazing my fingers along the waistband of his boxers. But he grabs my wrists gently, pinning them above my head, his lips brushing against my ear. His mouth trails down my neck, leaving a burning path as he kisses his way to my breasts, teasing me with soft, featherlight touches. My body arches beneath him, desperate for more.
“Daniel,” I gasp, “I need you…now.”
He groans softly and I can feel his restraint snapping. He pulls off his boxers in one swift motion. I suck in a breath as I take in the sight of him—completely bare, completely mine. He walks over to his bedroom drawer and takes out a condom, tearing the packet using his teeth. I think I am in heaven. He returns to me, puts the flower bouquet away on the side table, and climbs onto the bed.
He hovers over me, his lips ghosting over mine in a kiss that’s soft, deliberate. My heart pounds in my chest as I feel the tip of him brush against my entrance, sending a shock of pleasure through me. I gasp, my hands clutching at his biceps. With a groan, he pushes into me slowly, filling meinch by inch. I gasp at the sensation, my fingers digging into his back as my body adjusts to the fullness of him. He stills for a moment, giving me time to catch my breath, his eyes never leaving mine.
“God, Anya.” He breathes, his voice rough and full of emotion. “You feel so good.” I can’t respond. Only a soft moan escapes my lips as he starts to move, each thrust slow and steady, drawing the tension tighter between us. Every inch of me is alive with sensation, every movement pushing me closer to the edge. His lips are on mine again, kissing me with a desperation that matches my own. My hips move with his, our bodies finding a rhythm that feels both urgent and right, like we’ve been waiting for this moment forever.
He picks up the pace, his breath heavy against my skin. I can feel the tension in my body building higher and higher. Every thrust, every kiss, is bringing me closer to that breaking point. “Don’t stop, Daniel, please,” I beg.
The urgency in my voice ignites something primal in him because he responds by deepening his thrusts, his pace quickening, until he’s driving into me relentlessly. My body feels alive, every cell tingling with pleasure. I can hardly think; it’s as if all the worries and fears I’ve held onto are slipping away, drowned out by the rhythm of us.
“Anya.” He breathes against my ear, the sound sending a jolt of desire through me. “You’re irresistible.” Each word wraps around me like a warm embrace, fueling the fire within. I can feel the heat rising, pooling in my core as he continues to move, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I arch my back, meeting him with each thrust, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, just like that.” I manage to gasp, my fingers digging into his arms, desperate for him, for more. I can feel the tension building, coiling tightly within me.
He leans down, his forehead resting against mine.His eyes lock onto mine with such fierce intensity that it sends a thrill coursing through me. “Let go, baby,” he whispers, his voice low and steady.
“Daniel,” I cry, my body arching, pleading. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Then don’t,” he urges, his voice thick with need. “Let go for me, Firecracker.”
“Daniel!” I cry out as I explode, my body shuddering under the force of the climax. Every inch of me pulses with ecstasy, every nerve ending alive and humming, but he doesn’t stop his movements wild, desperate, chasing his own release.
With one last thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, his body tensing as he reaches his peak. “Anya!” he moans, his voice filled with raw pleasure.
He rolls over to my right side, still holding my hand. I turn to him, my heart racing. I take in his form, his chest rising and falling like a tide, his features relaxed, and the corners of his lips turned upward into a satisfied smile. He looks utterly perfect at this moment and I feel a swell of affection for him.
He turns around, facing me. He grins lazily at me, pecking my nose gently. I giggle and cuddle into his chest. He wraps his arm around me and kisses my hair.
“You are so—” He begins.
“Beautiful. I know. Let’s move on.” I smirk, looking up at him.
“I don’t think I can ever move on from that, baby.” He pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me as he presses his lips on mine again.
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34
DANIEL
I think I am in heaven. I sigh and nuzzle my head in her breasts. “Tch.” Anya groans. “Stop moving,” she says.
I look up at her smiling. “Why?”
“You feel amazing in my arms,” she says as she tightens her arms around me. I chuckle.
I like being the big spoon while cuddling, but I guess Anya brings out this new side of me that even I did not know about. I can’t help but smile at her words, feeling a warmth spread through me as I nestle closer.
