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He pulled away from her, the rhythm of his breaths shallow. “I found you falling apart not that long ago. I don’t want to take advantage of you, Angel.”
“I thought you weren’t playing the knight anymore.”
His mouth quirked up on one side, his fingers tracing her sensitive lips. “It’s called simple decency.”
“And if I tell you that I need this? That I don’t want the past to be the only thing that defines me, that I’m making my pleasure a choice? You could leave me feeling worse than before.” She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed the rough palm. Then she brought it down her neck to her breast. “Or you could see this all the way through,” she said, pure resolve and naked need in her tone.
His fingers cupped her breast, kneading, teasing, making her breath come in short pants. She arched into his touch, her spine all but melted desire. “As you promised.”
“I will stop the moment you change your mind.”
“Don’t stop, Simon.”
“As you wish, Angel.”
The pop-pop of her buttons as he ripped more than a couple made her shiver with anticipation. Clever fingers pulled down the flimsy lacy cup of her bra and then his bare hand covered her breast. “Protection,” he whispered, even as his fingers drew mindless circles around the taut nipple begging for his attention.
“Condom in my bag,” she murmured, writhing against his clever fingers, a damp flush coating her skin. Moaning, she arched into his touch. “More.”
That’s all she had to say. In the next breath, his mouth was at her breast.
Anya let out a long, deep groan that seemed to be ripped from the depths of her as he played with her nipple using the tip of his tongue and then drew it into his mouth.
On and on, switching between both breasts, until she was writhing against his body, and crying out. “I won’t be of any use to you if you continue like this,” she warned, her voice ragged.
He took her mouth in a slow, soft kiss this time, his hands deserting her breasts to move down. His fingers fluttered over the small curve of her belly to the seam of her denim shorts. “That’s the point of this. I don’t want you to do anything but enjoy this. All I want is for you to tell me what you want.”
“I want it all,” Anya said, hiding her face in the warm crook of his neck.
His fingers undid the button and the zipper of her shorts and then slowly, oh so slowly that she could hear the roar of her heart in her ears, he sneaked them in. Ever so gently, he traced the lips of her sex.
Anya licked the hollow of his throat, and nipped at his skin, begging silently with her own caresses.
And then his tongue thrust into her mouth in an erotic kiss as he drew her shorts and panties down her hips. They dropped to her ankles and she carefully stepped out of them. “Damn, you’re wet for me.”
Anya flushed, loving the rough texture of his words even more than the smooth caresses of his fingers, learning every inch of her sex. “Widen your legs,” he whispered at her ear and she did. “More?”
“God, yes.”
One long finger thrust into her and then two all the while his thumb played at her sensitive bud. Anya banged her head against the door, release hovering at the edge of her skin, shimmering just out of reach.
She had been here at this point, so many times, frustrated beyond measure at not pushing off, her body so desperately craving the release. She’d stopped trying when she’d realized she needed a sense of intimacy with someone else in order to climax but that was the very thing that scared her. And now...now she was here with Simon and all she wanted was to lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.
She thrust her hips in tune to his fingers’ play, chasing them mindlessly but her climax stayed out of her reach, sending frustrated tears to the back of her eyes.
A groan left her mouth as the peak started slipping away.
His lips were at her temple, instantly soothing, brushing so gently that she wanted to burrow into him. “Shh... Angel, it’s okay.” He flicked at the damp tendrils sticking to her forehead, his breath ghosting over her skin like a cool caress. “What do you need? Whatever you need...it’s yours.” He didn’t say it arrogantly, but with such a stark promise in his voice that Anya opened her eyes.
The darkness was no barrier with the way he looked at her, the way he devoured every nuance of her expression.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, shedding the last layer of vulnerability, stripping herself completely bare.
No one had seen her like this. No one had ever known her like this. There was strength and power and a bone-deep pleasure in giving this to him in a corner of darkness, this man who’d seen her at her lowest and cared enough to stay. When he simply stared at her with that infinite patience he seemed to have, she bit her lip. “I don’t... I don’t have a lot of experience with men. Or achieving orgasms.”
He licked the tip of her mouth, a wink and a smile flashing at her. The smile was wide and wicked, and Anya had never thought a smile could taste like such pure acceptance and unfettered joy.
Counterpoint to that smile, his finger curled deep inside her, hitting a point so deep and pleasurable that she cried out in ecstasy. It was unlike anything she’d felt before, the barrage of pressure and pleasure that coiled there. “That’s not a problem.” His mouth was against hers again, lazily sipping, licking, his other hand stroking over her neck. “Because it means we get to try so many things. Where are you most sensitive?”
