“Yeah,” he replies, leaning in. His face is so close to mine now, our lips a millimeter apart.
“I mean it,” I say, in what I hope is a stern voice.
“I know.”
My lips crash into his. The kiss is soft at first, and when his tongue tentatively skims the edge of my lip, I melt into him. I open my mouth wider as my hands creep up around his neck. His arms encircle me, pulling me into his hard body. With a groan, he deepens the kiss and the ache between my thighs is undeniable.
I tilt my head away from him, attempting to catch my breath. “We shouldn’t.”
His lips slowly travel down to my neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin. “We are.”
I can’t argue with that. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull his lips back to mine. The gentle kiss of before is forgotten as our mouths collide.
“Bed,” I mutter in between kisses.
He smirks against my mouth. “Still so bossy.”
I ignore him as he slowly starts to move us backwards towards the bed, his fingers sliding up my back, gently caressing the underside of my breasts through the thin cotton of my dress.
The back of my knees hit the bed. I fumble with the hem of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head, breaking our kiss.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running my hands over the places I’ve been dying to touch. His skin is smooth and golden, a fine smattering of hair that I run my fingers through. In a moment of insanity, I lean forward and press wet kisses along his chest.
“Your turn.”
He starts kissing my neck again as he works my dress up my thighs. I stop his hands, suddenly nervous. “I don’t—I don’t exactly look like a model.”
He pauses and looks into my eyes. “I want to see you freckles. Please.”
My knees nearly collapse as he presses a final kiss to my lips before he pulls my dress over my head. His eyes darken as he stares at me, practically licking his lips before unclasping my bra. “Fuck Anya.” He swallows.
He kisses a path along my skin, tracing the freckles across my chest until he reaches my aching breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth as I bite back a moan. My heart stutters as he peppers my skin with hard kisses and gentle bites, worshiping my skin. He pushes me to lie back and hovers over me. He leans down to kiss me as his hand explores my body, grasping a nipple between his fingers before tracing down my stomach to the edge of my underwear.
I whimper as his fingers find the bundle of nerves begging for his attention, his deft fingers teasing me.
“It’s not enough,” I breathe, fumbling with his belt buckle. Before I can unclasp the button he slips a finger inside me and I think I go blind.
I’m barely able to keep kissing him as my breath is robbed from me with every flex of his finger. He presses wet kisses to my neck and I feel his teeth brushing my skin.
My hands tug at his jeans, hoping he gets the message to pull them off but he presses his hand deeper inside me. His thumb joins in his ministrations and my body lights up, tumbling into an orgasm with a gasp.
He presses a kiss to my lips as I open my eyes drowsily. “Anya.”
Impatiently, I tug at his jeans until he finally stands and strips off the remainder of his clothes. His cock springs free and my mouth waters at the sight. He leans to the bedside drawer but I can’t help myself. I sit up and take him in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hand twisting in my hair. He’s bigger than I expected, as I widen my jaw and flick my tongue across his delicate tip
He brushes my cheek with his finger and gently pulls out of me. He cradles my head in his hand and tugs his thumb against my swollen lip. I look up at him under my eyelashes. “I won’t last if you keep doing that, freckles.”
He fumbles in the drawer, emerging with a condom that he takes no time at all to roll on. I fall onto my back as he hovers over me, his lips reclaiming mine.
I feel him nudge at my entrance and I wrap my legs around him, desperate to feel him.
“Please,” I beg. “Fuck me.”
He moans as he pushes inside me, his head burrowing in the curve of my neck. His hips flex as he tortures me, the pressure building and building until I hit my second climax, so soon after my first. As soon as I come down from my high, he pistons inside me desperately, following soon after with a groan.
I wrap my arms around him as I try to catch my breath, pressing a kiss to his hair.
