A Week in New York(15)

“I thought it might have been a fluke,” he said when he came back into the bedroom.

I sat up on my elbows and looked at him.

“Last night. Me coming like a teenager. I thought it must have been fluke. But it’s you, Miss Anna.” He crawled over me and kissed me on the nose and lay down on the other side of me. “Come here,” he said, inviting me to scoot into the crook of his arm.





Ethan

Her skin was amazing. It glided over mine like warm silk. I liked stroking it and I liked it touching me. Her leg was hooked over mine and her hand rested on my chest. I’d just come like a teenager. Jesus, what was with that? It was the look on her face that pushed me over the edge a few minutes ago. It was the way she tried to resist her climax for a few seconds before giving into it and opening herself up entirely to me. It was like I could see everything about her when she came. All there, laid bare. Fuck, I could feel myself hardening again. I reached across to cup her ass.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“You.”

“You liar.”

“I told you, no bullshit.” My hand dipped and her leg inched up. I sat up and pushed her gently onto her back, leaned over to her and took one of her nipples. It pebbled in my mouth and she moaned. So reactive. I felt her hands in my hair, urging me on. I wanted to taste her. All of her. I moved lower, trailing kisses down to her stomach, across to her hipbone, and she shuddered. She was ready again. She wanted it as much as I wanted it, and that realization was the biggest fucking turn on. I delved my tongue into her folds and I held her knees out, giving me the best fucking view. She looked so incredible lying there, disheveled, only just recovered from having my dick bring her to her first orgasm, but still ready for my tongue to take her to her next. She wanted it. She wanted me. I heard myself groan and she arched off the bed. I thrust two fingers into her and circled.

“Hold still, Miss Anna. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to forget yourself.”

She answered with a moan. It was the only answer I needed. My tongue found her nub and pressed flat and hard before circling. She thrust her hips off the mattress, pushing herself into my mouth. I pushed her back down and my tongue replaced my fingers and I tasted deep inside her. She tasted just like honey. I couldn’t get enough.

I could tell she was close when she twisted to try and escape me. I reached up and found her hands, then took her wrists and held them under her ass. That was the perfect angle for me—it held her still. I kept sucking and tasting and licking until I felt her tiny shudders. I could tell she was almost there.

“Ethan,” she cried. I wasn’t sure if it was a cry of pleasure or pain. Either way, I was in control of it. I could bring her over the edge or leave her right there. Fuck, my dick was throbbing. The power I felt. I increased the pressure of my tongue and there it was. She was over. She held her breath as she came, for so long, as if she forgot everything else. I released her hands and they went straight to my hair as I sucked the last remaining waves of her orgasm from her. Jesus, my cock ached for her.

I lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, and watched her as she came around. Her eyes eventually opened and she looked at me.

She absentmindedly stroked my chest. “You have magic in your touch.” She said it in a way that let me believe I was the only one who could do that do her. That only I could make her body respond that way. Fuck, I wanted her again, badly. Before I had the chance to grab her and push my cock into her, she rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom.

I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. If I died now, after tasting her and fucking her, I’d feel like I’d achieved something in my life. Fuck my job—making her come like that was the biggest fucking thrill.

As she came from the bathroom, she looked at me and then down to my hard-on, which I quickly covered with a sheet. I was constantly ready to go around her; it was verging on embarrassing.

I moved up the bed, rested against the headboard, and held my arm out for her to lie next to me. But instead, she took my hand in hers to steady herself as she climbed astride me, her eyes never leaving mine. She leaned forward, pushing her pussy back along the length of my cock, and pulled my bottom lip between her teeth.

I sat up, grabbed her face in my hands, and kissed her hard on the lips, pushing my tongue through to meet hers. She responded, her mouth open and ready—just like her. She trailed her fingers up my sides so lightly, with such a contrast to the heat and passion I felt from her, the way she moved above me, that it was as if those fingers told me something more, something deeper about her.