“You could’ve just asked me normally,” she whispers, her voice low and husky. “No need for caveman tactics, captain.”
I chuckle my heart pounding in my chest. “Where’s the fun in that, Firecracker?” I say, my voice low and teasing. I run my hand along the side of her face, brushing her soft skin, and her lips part slightly in anticipation. Her chest rises and falls faster, and I can tell she’s trying to play it cool, but I can see the effect I’m having on her.
“I don’t need to ask when you want exactly what I want,” I murmur, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She bites it softly, her eyes darkening as she looks up at me through her lashes. Her hands find the front of my t-shirt and fist it tightly as she pulls me closer to her. Her breath quickens. “Anya,” I whisper, her name escaping my lips like a prayer. Her fingers tighten their grip on my shirt, pulling me down until our foreheads touch, the tips of our noses brushing. I can feel her breath, warm and shaky against my lips. I lean in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips, slow and deliberate. She melts into the kiss, her body arching up to meet mine. My hands slide down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her top. She sighs into the kiss, and that sound–that simple sound–makes me feel like I’m unraveling.
Her hands move from my shirt to my hair, tangling in it as she deepens the kiss, her nails grazing my scalp, sending a shiver down my spine. Anya runs her tongue along the seam of my lips, and I let out a groan. Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me even closer. My hand grips her hip tightly, the other finding the hem of her top. I sit, pulling her up with me, and take off the top in one swift motion. She takes off my t-shirt, throwing it on the floor.
I reach out, my fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, then drift lower, tracing the curve of her breasts over the fabric of her bra, watching the way her body reacts to my touch. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before she opens them again, her gaze, brimming with desire, meeting mine.
I press my lips to the hollow of her throat, my hands gently kneading her breasts. Her breath hitches, and she clings to me as I slide my thumb over the lace, teasing her sensitive skin. I can feel her pulse quickening beneath my lips, her heartbeat a frantic rhythm that matches my own. “Daniel,” she whispers, her voice breathy and filled with need. Her hips roll against mine, making it hard for me to think straight.
“I need this out of sight,” I rasp. I grab the delicate lace and tear it away, the fabric ripping easily under my hands.
Her eyes widen in surprise, a gasp escaping her lips. “Daniel!” She breathes, her voice a mix of shock and need.
“I couldn’t wait,” I whisper. “I am a starved man, Firecracker.” I lower my head to capture her lips again, my hands roaming over her bare skin. The feel of her, warm and soft beneath my touch, sends a jolt of electricity through me. Her chest arches up, pressing against me, and I can’t help but groan at the sensation. She’s driving me insane, and she knows it.
Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. I trace the line of her collarbone with my tongue, then dip lower, taking my time as I tease her, letting the anticipation build between us. Anya’s breathing grows ragged.
She’s squirming beneath me, her body reacting to every touch, every kiss, and it’s intoxicating. I press my palm flat against her stomach, feeling the slight tremble in her muscles. I finally reach her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, drawing a moan from her lips. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, and her legs wrap around my waist again. I groan against her skin, loving the way she responds to me, the way she’s completely undone in my arms.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper against her skin, my voice hoarse. “So beautiful.” She shivers at my words, her body reacting to the raw need in my voice.
I take a moment to look up at her—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes clouded with desire. There’s something about the way she looks at me that makes my heart race. I slide my hands down her sides, fingers grazing the waistband ofher pants. Slowly, deliberately, I hook my fingers around the fabric and pull, watching her carefully to see every shift in her expression.
Her breath catches and she lifts her hips slightly to help, eyes never leaving mine. I take my time, savoring the moment, wanting to feel every second of this. She’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in this world and God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alive.
“Get on your knees,” I command, my voice low and rough with need. She bites her lip, a playful glint in her eyes, but she does as I ask, shifting onto her hands and knees, her back arching beautifully. I kneel behind her, letting my hands trail along the smooth curve of her back, and I spank her ass, a breathless gasp escapes her. I kiss the area as it turns red. My hands tremble as I roll on the condom. “God, Anya.” I breathe. “You are a work of art.”
I position myself behind her. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I lean closer, kissing along her spine. She shivers under my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. I slowly slide into her, the sensation overwhelming. She gasps, her body tightening around me. She lets out a sweet cry and I grunt in response. She pushes back against me as if urging me to move. I thrust my throbbing dick in her, rougher this time.
Her grip tightens on the bedsheets as she rotates her hips. “Fuck,” I curse breathlessly. “You feel so fucking good.” I reach out and circle her clit.
“Daniel,” she cries out.
Our ragged breaths fill the room, mingling with the sweet gasps and moans escaping her lips. My hips slam against her with each thrust as I wrap my arms around her middle, pulling her up and close to me, making her arch her back until her weight rests on me. My hand trails from her chest and settles on her neck, turning her head to get a glimpse of her face. “Look at how beautiful you are,” I rasp as I kiss her earlobe, “Look at how perfectly you take me.” I groan.
She shudders at my words. I can feel her body tensing, knowing she’s close to her release. My hand tightens slightly around her neck, pulling her closer to me. A loud moan escapes her, and her eyes roll back as she shatters under me. The sound of her pleasure drives me wild, and I move faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Her whimpers, each one more desperate than the last, fuel the fire within me. The way her body tenses and responds to each thrust, I feel myself getting closer, the tension in my muscles tightening. My own breath hitches and I can feel the heat building in me before I finally lose control, my head falling back as my release consumes me.
She collapses on the bed as soon as my arms slacken around her. I chuckle and brush a strand of her hair away from her face. I take off the condom and dispose of it. “I am hungry,” Anya whines.
I snigger. “I know that.” I smile softly at her as I lie down next to her, pulling her into me. She snuggles against me, a content sigh escaping her lips.
Her hand traces a lazy pattern on my stomach. “I am ordering food. What do you want?” I kiss the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair.
“Chinese would do.” She yawns and her eyes flutter closed. Someone is super tired.
“I have to feed you first, so don’t sleep, okay?” She lifts her head and nods, her eyes still closed. I peck her nose, and she smiles softly.
“Did you know you have a freckle right behind your ear?” I snuggle closer to her.
“Didyouknow you have twenty-two freckles on your body?” She smirks.
“How do you know?” My eyes widen. “Don’t tell me you counted them all.”
“Of course, I did.” She shrugs and nuzzles into my neck. I chuckle. I think I love her. No, scratch that. I do love her deeply. I think I have loved her for a long time. It just took me time to admit it to myself. This woman is my whole world.
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