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I want her. I’ve never wanted anything so fucking badly in my entire life.
“No,” she whispers, one hand letting go of my shirt and coming up to cover mine where it’s resting against her cheek. “Like this.”
Ana grips my hand, bringing it down, my fingers brushing against her collarbone as she takes my hand all the way down to her small breast, pressing it against herself through the thin material of her top, and when my palm brushes against her nipple, I hear her gasp, her back arching slightly as her head tilts back and her eyes flutter closed with pleasure.
It’s in that moment that every bit of self-control that I have flees.
The sound of her soft gasp goes straight to my cock, the feeling of her arching her back, pressing her breast into my hand, making me harder than I think I’ve ever been in my entire life. The lust rips through me in a hot, searing bolt of pure need, and when my hand tightens on her breast, squeezing the small swell of flesh, I hear her moan.
Fuck.
I reach up, using every last bit of self-control I have to take my hand away from her breast and cup her face in my hands instead, bringing her gaze to mine. “Ana, I want you to think about what you’re doing,” I whisper. “I can’t—I only have so much self-control, and I’ve been using up every damned bit of it these past days to keep my hands off of you. If we start this—I can’t promise you I’ll be able to stop.”
She leans forward, her blue eyes shimmering as her hand reaches out, her fingers tracing the sharp angle of my cheekbone as her thumb traces my lower lip. The shudder that goes through me at her touch goes all the way down to my rigid, aching cock. It throbs painfully in my suddenly too-tight pants, desperate to be inside of her, and I know that every word I just said was true.
If we go too much further, it won’t matter how I know I’ll feel about it in the morning, how she might feel. Nothing will matter, not what happened in Paris, not Saoirse, not the Kings.
I won’t be able to stop myself from taking everything I want from her.
Her other hand comes to rest on the other side of my face. Suddenly she’s straddling me, her knees resting on either side of my thighs as she leans forward, her blonde hair tumbling forward around her delicate, petite face.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers, and then before I can say a word, before I can fuckingbreathe, her full soft lips are on mine.
It’s everything I’d fucking imagined it would be. In my fantasies, I’d been the one to kissher, but at this moment, it doesn’t fucking matter. Her hands on my face, stroking my beard, threading into my hair as her lips press against mine, hesitantly and then more boldly, are everything I’d imagined on a dozen different nights with my cock in my hand, dreaming of this moment. Her mouth is warm and soft, her delicate tongue running over my lower lip, urging me to open mine.
I’d made a point of not kissing her, right up until this moment. I’d wanted to save it, to make it something special, something meaningful between the two of us. I’d have let Alexandre kill me before I’d have kissed Ana for the first time in front of him at gunpoint, and even when I’ve touched her since then, I haven’t kissed her. I wanted it to mean something, to change something between us, and I don’t know if this is the moment for it. But she’s already kissing me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, and the fact that she’s taken it for herself is almost better than what I’d pictured in my own head.
I can’t resist her, and I can’t fucking stop. My hands are on her back, sliding down to the narrow line of her waist, my mouth opening for her tongue, and when I feel the heat of it slide against mine, I groan aloud, my cock so hard that it feels as if it might burst. She feels so fucking good in my hands, delicate and perfect, and I need her with an almost primal ferocity, like I’ve never needed anything before in my life.
“Liam.” She whispers my name against my lips, in the second before her tongue tangles with mine again, and I’m fucking gone. She tastes sweet like honeyed tea, and my hands go down to her hips, pulling her down into my lap against the hard ridge of my cock threatening to split my zipper apart. The blanket slides back, and I discover that she’s only wearing a pair of thin cotton boyshorts, the fabric curving up over the slight swell of her ass.
I hadn’t thought I could get any fucking harder, but my cock swells even more, and my hips rock upwards of their own accord, grinding against the heat between her legs as I squeeze her ass in my hands. She sinks against me, and I canfeelthe warmth of her, searing through the layers of clothing, driving me to near-madness with need for her.
“Ana.” I groan her name against her lips, my hands tightening on her hips, grinding against her like I’m a fucking teenager making out with his girlfriend for the first time, dry-humping in her bedroom and hoping her parents don’t fucking hear. “Ana, I’m not going to be able to stop—”
I try to warn her once more because I can feel my desire overflowing, pushing past the point of sense, past the point where I can do anything to stop the floodgates from opening and washing us both away. But all she does is grasp my face tighter between her palms, her mouth slanting over mine as she arches her back, rolling her hips so that she’s pressed tightly against the ridge of my cock, panting softly as she kisses me like she wants me as desperately as I want her.
And I want her more than I want to fucking breathe.
My hand slides lower, underneath her thigh, and I groan aloud as I feel how wet she is. She’s fucking drenched, soaked through the thin cotton of her panties. When I slip my fingers underneath the fabric to stroke the hot, swollen folds of her pussy, she gasps against my mouth, a strangled moan slipping from hers.
Ifeelthe moment my self-control snaps entirely, when her moan vibrates against my lips, when I feel the wet heat of her close around my fingers. In one smooth motion, I flip her over, rolling her onto her back as I lean over her. I surge forwards, two of my fingers sliding deeply into her wet, clenching pussy as my mouth comes crashing down on hers again, and her back arches so deeply that her breasts press tightly against my chest, a strangled cry coming from her lips as she thrusts herself against my fingers.
“Oh god, Ana,fuck—” I groan aloud against her mouth, my thumb finding her clit as I stroke my fingers inside of her, feeling her arousal gush out over my hand, her hard clit throbbing against my thumb as I rub it fiercely, driving her towards a climax as her thighs spread wider and her arms wrap around my neck. “Come for me, fuck yes, come for me, that’s my good girl—”
I murmur the words against her lips, savoring every gasp and moan as she jerks upwards, pushing herself into my hand, my palm pressed tightly against her swollen pussy as I pump my fingers into her, pushing her over the edge. My cock throbs dangerously when I feel her clamp down around my fingers, her sudden gasp letting me know that she’s coming, her hands clutching at my shoulders. I’m on the verge of losing it myself, my cock slick with pre-cum where it’s tangled in my boxers, and I kiss her again as she cries out her orgasm into my mouth, knowing that there’s no stopping now.
Ican’t. I know I should, but she feels too fucking good around my fingers, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she kisses me breathlessly, and I feel like I’m going to fucking die if I’m not inside of her. When my fingers slide out of her, she gives a small, whimpering moan of protest. I feel my cock pulse with need as I reach up, stroking her cheek as I pull down her panties with my other hand, her bare hip under my palm one of the sweetest fucking things I’ve ever felt.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur against her lips, tossing the fabric aside as I push her thighs wider for me. “I’m going to fill that sweet pussy up with something so much better.”
“Please.” She gasps against my mouth, her hands already at my belt, fumbling clumsily as she yanks it out of the buckle, her fingers searching for my zipper. My hands are there too, both of us trying to get my cock out, and as I push hers away, she reaches up, threading her fingers through my hair as she kisses me again in the same moment that I manage to get my pants and boxers shoved down my hips, my raging erection springing free as I surge forward between her thighs.
She’s so fucking wet. I’ve never felt anything like it. My own cockhead is slick with pre-cum, but she’s drenched from her own arousal and the first orgasm I gave her. Even so, it’s a tight fit, her body spasming around me in the instant that I push forward, my swollen cock piercing her folds and slipping the first inch into her hot, wet, still-fluttering pussy.
“Fuck!”I groan the word aloud, my head tipping back with the sheer pleasure of it as I clutch the pillows on either side of her head. It’s all I can do not to thrust every inch of myself into her all at once, to feel her wet, clenching heat envelop all of my aching, throbbing cock.
Ana moans, her back arching as her legs wrap around my hips, her hands clutching my shoulders. When her hips arch up too, wanting more of me and pulling me another inch deeper, it’s all I can fucking take.
