“Touch yourself.”
Her hand falls from my thigh and slides into her underwear, the sight almost causing me to black out. My hands leave her hair and curve under her jaw. I tease my thumb along her bottom lip, pulling her away from my aching cock with an audible pop.
I plunge my thumb into her wet mouth and her eyelashes flutter. “Greedy girl.” Her mouth tightens around my finger before I tug it free, sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bed. I kick off my jeans and she shimmies out of her clothes. Her naked body falls back on the bed, her hair fanning across the white sheets.
“Beautiful,” I say reverently as my hands cup her breasts, my fingers flicking her pebbled nipple.
I fish a condom out of my wallet. Anya sits up and takes it from my hand, ripping the package with her teeth and rolling it onto me. I chase her back to the bed and notch myself at her entrance. As her heat envelops me, I bury my face in her neck, kissing her soft skin.
Her hand finds its way into my hair and when she pulls, it’s enough to make me come right then, but I hold off, desperate to feel her shatter around me. I piston my hips into hers as my fingers reach for her bundle of nerves, moving in a way I know will drive her wild.
She whimpers into my mouth as I clasp her lips with mine, my fingers in time with my thrusts until her head falls back and her mouth drops open. Her walls flutter around me as I ride her through her orgasm, watching the flush behind her freckles deepen with pleasure.
Without waiting for her to return to earth, my hand finds her soft thigh and positions her leg against her chest. The new angle allows me deeper, sinking further into her delicious heat, and it’s not long before my orgasm wrecks my body.
I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight as we catch our breath.
She pecks a kiss to my forehead and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. I never want to move. I want to stay cradled in her arms forever.
Eventually, I roll off her. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips I quickly dispose of the condom before returning to her, spread across her bed just as I left her.
I open my arm and she burrows into my side.
“I’m glad you came back,” she says, breathlessly.
“I bet you are,” I quip.
She taps my chest lightly before peering up at me. I could spend the rest of my life kissing this girl and it would scarcely be a hardship. God, I’m so fucked.
“Are you hungry?” she asks.
“Sure.”
Her naked body clambers over me. She pulls her clothes back on and holds out a hand to me.
I let her tug me out of bed. I pull my boxers on but don’t allow myself to touch the other clothes strewn around the room. If I let myself get dressed, I’m one step closer to leaving again.
I follow her to the kitchen. She rises to her tiptoes to peer into the top cupboard, pulling out a baguette.
“I’m surprised you don’t have a chef.”
Her head tilts back with a groan. “Oh mygod, get another joke.”
I laugh and press a kiss to her forehead, content to watch her make me a sandwich.
Later, as the sun starts to set from through the Juliet balcony, we lie tangled together watching TV. Claudette’s guitar rests on the stand to the left. I blame the French show that I can’t understand for the way my eyes can’t stray from it. I feel ridiculous, I’m like a kid in a candy store. I could walk out of this apartment and buy myself a hundred Gibson’s right now, but that beat up acoustic won’t leave me alone.
“Do you play?” I turn to Anya, surprised until I realize the voice was mine.
She blinks at me confused. “Huh?”
I clear my throat. “Never mind.” My spine locks up with embarrassment and I want to sink into the floor.
“Play what?” Anya glances around the room before her eyes land on the instrument that is actually just starting to piss me off. “Guitar? No, don’t have the patience. I don’t even think Claudette plays, I think it’s more for decoration.”
I nod and turn my attention back to the TV, hoping she’ll move on.
She doesn’t. “Do you?”
