13
Anna
Deliberately, with achingly slow precision, Sam stood, sweeping me into his arms as he rose. “You’re shivering. My heart cannot abide any more of your suffering, my love. Let me take care of you. Allow me to take away the cold and the pain of tonight. I have studied many years to learn the proper ways and I will not fail you. Let me make you mine tonight.” I wrapped my arms around his neck as he strode through the house to my bedroom.
“Ways?” I questioned, my voice merely a breath between us as I was unable to look away from the adoration that blazed from his earnest blue eyes.
Gently, he lowered me to stand in front of my bed. “I want to be with you now. Can I see to your needs?”
“Yes, Sam. Anything you want . . .” I sat, naked and unashamed, on the edge.
Even though we’d known each other only a night, I belonged to him just as he belonged to me. He stood before me, exposing his hard, muscular form to my gaze. I reached out, grazing my hands across his waist and around to pull him to me. His cock was beautiful, long and thick as it bobbed in the air that separated us. I needed a taste before he filled me with it. I needed one scrap of control for myself before I let him take me like I knew he would, like I wanted him to do.
I licked my lips and surged forward, taking him into my mouth with a swirl of my tongue—I never was one to hesitate when it came to something I wanted. I pulled back to suck at the tip, dipping my tongue into the slit to taste his pleasure. Delicious.
“Anna. Gods above, how you honor me.” I looked up. He was beautiful with his head thrown back and broad chest heaving as I sucked him down my throat. His jaw ticked and I went at him harder, grabbing hold of his ass so he couldn’t get away. His taste was essential. His body was mine now, just as his heart and his soul had become. We were close to . . . something. I did not yet understand it but had faith that soon I would know everything about him, just as parts of myself had become clearer the more time I spent with him.
Only inches from my eyes, his abs tightened, flexing into a glorious ripple as his cock jerked in my mouth. I pulled back to grin at him before licking up the underside and taking that gorgeous cock back inside my mouth.
“What are you doing to me, Anna? Would you like to be the one to join us?” I nodded and pulled away to study his face. He was a strange mixture of innocence and sultry heat as he stood there panting in the light of the full moon shining through my window.
“Sam, how can it feel like this? Why?” Without hesitation he sat next to me, then fell onto his back with his arms reaching out to me, eyes blazing with a need that I recognized because I felt it too.
I took his hands and looked between us to find him still hard. Extended and straining for what I knew onlyIcould give him. “Because I am yours,” was his simple answer. “Now what would you do with me? Will you show me, Anna? Show me I am yours too.”
My body trembled. I was so wet, so empty, so desperate to ease the need that throbbed and ached inside me in a way I had never felt before. I straddled his waist and rose high on my knees. He let go of one hand and positioned himself for me. “Take it, Anna. Take what belongs to you,” he ordered, controlling me from below. His eyes flashed in the pale glow shining through the sheer curtains, blazing icy electric blue intensity in the dim light of the moon.
I watched him as I sank down, inch by inch, so wet for him that his wide girth didn’t hinder my descent. He smiled and squeezed my hand when I was fully seated. My pussy stretched around him until I could feel my clit pulse against the warmth of his lower abs. I trembled as wave after wave of contented pleasure washed through me.
“My love, you have granted me the highest honor tonight.” I could come from his words alone, never mind the glorious way he made my body feel.
“I love you,” I whispered, unable to fight it as words I had always been too afraid to say tumbled from my mouth.
His smile lit up my heart. His body made mine sing. And his soul was a gift so precious I would never let it go. “And I love you. Now close your eyes, love, and don’t move.”
He grabbed hold of my hands to pin them against my lower back as he pistoned into me from below with a roll of his hips. Then suddenly he was pounding up into me, taking me with steady, relentless force, somehow tapping my clit with every thrust until, without thinking, I drooped forward to land my forehead against his chest.
“Don’t think,” he commanded, biting my earlobe. “Now is for feeling. Let me work.”
And feel I did. I felt like he would send me into orbit. Thousands of tiny pleasure bolts tickled my spine as he drove his cock in and out of me. My back arched, my legs spread wider and all I could do was moan in answer as my cheek pressed against his throat and my body climbed toward a release that I was sure would change me forever.
“Sam, Sam, Sam . . .” I murmured against his hot skin. Wetness seeped between us as his body shuddered into mine. We came together, spiraling into a blissful oblivion.
“More,” he groaned. “I need more of you, my sweet Anna.” He flipped me to my back and held my hands above my head while fucking back into me with gentle, smooth strokes. “Now you are wet from the both of us,” he whispered in my ear.
“Sam,” I groaned. “Don’t ever stop.”
“You’re mine now. This is mine,” he growled, gliding in and out, so slow and so very deep. “We’ll never be apart.” After one more thrust, he pulled out and slid down my body, licking my breasts, sucking and placing biting kisses to my nipples along the way.
“Sam?” I couldn’t think. I was a boneless mass of sensation, paralyzed by desire and helpless beneath his capable hands.
“Your mouth tastes like the heavens. I want to taste you here now,” he whispered before burying his face between my legs with a groan. “Anna, my Anna . . .” His tongue flicked over my clit driving me high, sending me into the stars while a galaxy whirled low in my belly coiling tightly, ready to burst. He pulled back, eyes hooded, hot with lust as he studied my face.
“You feel perfect,” I murmured. As long as I lived, I would never forget the sight of him gazing up at me like this.
He licked up and down my slit, dipping inside, then moving back up to my clit, over and over. My hips rocked against his face as I grabbed his hair and held him close, slowly catching fire again beneath him. I felt selfish, but I knew he wanted this by the way he tirelessly lapped at me and gripped my hips with iron hands. It was dirty and raw and I loved every fucking second of it.
I shuddered as another lick, deep within me, stole my breath. “Sam, how?” He had reached somewhere a tongue could never go; it filled me deep like his cock did before, but instead of thrusting in and out, it pulsed and writhed within my core. His arms wrapped under my hips and pulled me into his face so his greedy lips could suck and devour my sensitive pink flesh as he fucked me with his tongue. Probing, stroking, searching inside until he found the spot that drove me wild. I moaned, my back arched into thin air, and my legs wrapped around his shoulders as white-hot pleasure fed my veins and I fragmented into a million pieces, each one shrieking his name.
