I blushed and looked away, not believing I’d told him that. Passion had a way of loosening my tongue.
“How do you do it?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” I had never talked about that with anybody.
“How do you like it?” he asked, bringing his fingers down to my bare thighs, caressing in lingering strokes. “When you touch yourself in bed, which fingers do you use?” I looked down at my hand and tried to remember. I had never analyzed my technique.
“If it's hard to remember exactly, you can always show me.” My heartbeat picked up. Nervous, I tensed on his lap, but he continued stroking me, parting my thighs open wider. With his other hand he began caressing my breasts, cupping and massaging them, his mouth dipping lower to kiss and lick. My nipples pebbled, my breathing quickened. What he’d suggested was so naughty, but I throbbed in response, slick, wet heat growing between my legs. My body answered clearly: I’d love to show him how I touched myself. But it seemed so dirty.
As if he could read the reason for my hesitation, he added, “It's just the two of us. No one else ever needs to know.” He bent his mouth to the tip of my nipple, licking, sucking, then moved up to kiss and whisper in my ear, “Show me, Annie.”
Unable to resist, I started sliding a finger down. I could always just show him a little, like a demo. It didn't mean I had to go the whole way through with it.
When my fingers found my pussy, I groaned to discover how wet I was. So slippery and swollen, I’d never felt so sensitive. I started working myself, quickly losing my self-consciousness in his arms.
“That’s it,” he coaxed me in a low growl. He shifted his position to the side, settling my back against the couch so I could rest, head tilting back, tits raised toward the ceiling. Still on his lap, he spread my legs further apart. I paused for a moment, realizing how exposed I was in that position. He could see everything.
“Show me,” he commanded. I felt a new flush of arousal, slick heat coating my fingers. I moaned, starting again, showing him exactly how I touched myself.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his palms on either side of my inner thighs, holding me open. The feel of his touch, reminding me he was watching, made me even hotter, my fingers working fast and feverish. I bit down on my lip, twisting with a moan as his fingers gripped my sensitive skin. I could make myself cum so quick like this. I tensed, realizing that would take me to a whole new level of vulnerability, losing control, making myself come apart for him like that.
“Show me,” he said in a soothing tone. “You can show me how turned on you are. Just for me, Annie.”
I cried out, clutching the couch with one hand, fucking myself with the fingers of my other.
“Did you touch yourself like this last night?” he asked, urgent, fevered.
“Yes,” I moaned my confession.
He growled with satisfaction. “Did you have to try to be quiet so I wouldn’t hear you?”
“Yes,” I whined, remembering how I’d cried out into my pillow, sweaty and guilty over how hard I’d come for a man I still felt so conflicted about.
“Not now.” He brought a finger to my pussy, flicking against my clit as I plunged in and out of my wet channel. “When you cum for me now, I want you to scream as loud as you want.”
“Ian,” I panted, feeling myself quiver, knowing how close I was getting.
“Cum now, baby,” he demanded, working me in a quick rhythm.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Crying out, mashing my pussy down on both our hands, I came, loud and full. All the energy I’d put into keeping things quiet, I was able to unleash. It felt so good to scream his name while in his arms, lose myself with him there to catch me. He took everything I had to give, taking over when I went lax, stroking every last quiver out of my body.
Finally spent, he cradled me in his arms. “That was incredible.” He kissed my neck, my breasts, my mouth. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” I nuzzled against him, amazed and dazed. I’d done most of that to myself, but showing him, having him join me at the end, that had sent me higher than ever before.
“Would you like to sleep tonight in my bed?”
“Really?” I picked up my head, looking at him in surprise.
“Yes. I’d like that. Would you?”
“Yes!” I picked my clothes off the floor, slipped my shirt over my head and followed him down the hall into his bedroom. I’d never actually been in it before. It was an expansive room with a large desk, giant desktop computer, and a king-size bed. I lay down on it, luxuriating in the sumptuous feel of the down comforter.
“This is an amazing bed.” I made the down equivalent of snow angels, moving my arms and legs along the fluff.
He drew down the covers, letting me slip inside. Then he lay down next to me, still fully clothed. Really? He was keeping his clothes on?
He drew me to him, holding me there firmly, his chest to my back. It felt too good to ask questions. I guessed he was keeping his clothes on. Cradled in his arms, I purred with contentment, melting into his strong body, drifting off into a deep, satisfying sleep.
12
Ian
Having Annie in bed with me, just a shirt over her luscious body, was like a form of torturous heaven. She nestled into me, pushing her plump, naked ass directly into my crotch. I bit back a groan.
I wanted to drive into her, claim her, mark her as mine. I wanted to fuck her all night, fuck her senseless, make her scream and sweat and cry out my name as she came on my cock. But she was a virgin. All of this was new to her. All my dark urges, my fierce needs, I had to try to keep them at bay. At least for another few days.
I let her rest, feeling her limbs loosen and relax, even as tension coursed through me. I smelled her hair, the scent a mixture of lavender and honey. Her skin smelled even better, ripe and ready to be devoured.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, pushing against me closer still, tilting her head back so I could have more access to her throat. Even as she slept, she offered herself to me on instinct. She must feel it as much as I did, the raw pull connecting us. I’d never felt anything like it before. I'd never invited a woman into my bed before, either. Annie was the first person I'd slept the night with.
Only, I didn't do much sleeping. Hard as a fucking rock, so hard it was painful, I forced myself to lie there, still, as she pressed her curves, her softness up against me. The sun rose, and I did too not long after, making us some coffee and eggs. Annie was going to leave that morning.
She joined me soon. Sleepy, rubbing her eyes and yawning, her hair mussed, she looked glorious. Unfortunately, she had also put on more clothing, with sweatpants and a sweater.
“You dressed,” I observed with a frown.
“Ian.” She laughed and I reveled in the light frivolity of it. “I can't be naked all the time.”
“I don't see why not,” I grumbled, fixing her plate.
“Well, for one, I’m about to head home,” she reminded me, though I needed no reminding. It was foremost in my mind as we sat together at the table. “Naked on the train might raise some questions.”
“That's not going to happen.” There would be no sharing of Annie. “When will you be back?”
“Monday night, after my mum gets home from work.”
“Where does she work again? Far from home?”
“About 40 minutes away, at a boarding school. I know some might think that’s a standard commute time, but it’s hard on a single mum with a bunch of kids.”
“Which school?”
“Kensington. She runs the kitchens there. It's a good job. It pays well. The hours and the location are just hard.”
“I know it.” I knew the school all too well. My father had attended the venerable institution. He'd wanted me to go there as well, only I'd gone and hospitalized myself instead. “You're good to help.”
“I kind of hate to go.” She looked at me shyly. But then she rose and got herself together, out the door on her journey far too soon.
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Two days turned into four. On Monday night she explained that the plans her mother had made for her brother had fallen through. She had to stay and look after Brian. Tuesday she couldn't disentangle herself either.
They were taking advantage of her. Those sisters of hers weren't babies. One was 18. If I knew Annie, and by now I felt I did, they'd grown used to taking advantage of her, knowing she'd have a hard time saying “no” to a family obligation.