"Other than right now, no. What if I told you this is the most fun I've ever had, and we're not even on a proper date?"
"What?"
"Honestly, I've been with women, and I've been completely bored. I took one to an Italian restaurant-this was about four years ago actually. She spent the entire time at the restaurant pointing out certain celebrities, telling me gossip. I don't do gossip. Nor do I do drama."
"I didn't think you did," she said, smiling.
"I can't actually recall a time I've thoroughly enjoyed a woman's company, apart from the obvious."
"Yeah, I don't want to talk about the women you've been with before."
"You can tell me about your men."
She chuckled. "No. There's not a lot to tell. I've been on dates, and I've done the whole steady relationship thing. I've never gone for moving in, or taking the relationship to the next step. I've always been hesitant about that."
"You like your own space."
"I do." She took a sip of her wine. "This is nice."
"You don't have to be nervous."
"I kind of do. This is so surreal to me. We're about to make a baby together." She took a breath, shaking her head, and trying to clear her thoughts. "Sorry, just a little crazy right now."
"It's good to be crazy."
She chuckled. "I'm used to being me. Doing the sensible thing."
"Sometimes you've got to learn to live on the edge." He got to his feet, and she watched as he moved to his music collection, turning on a soft tune. "Come and dance with me."
Getting to her feet, she walked toward him.
The music was soft, gentle, soothing. She found herself relaxing.
Standing in front of her, Xavier gripped her hip, tugging her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the action feeling totally natural to her.
"How do you make me feel so relaxed?"
"It's a skill I'm working on."
"I love it." She smiled up at him. "Tell me something new about yourself. Something I wouldn't know, or no one would know."
"Besides the fact I want a child?"
"Yeah."
He thought for a few seconds. "I cannot recall a time when I was really happy."
She frowned. "You're a rich, successful businessman."
"You ever heard the statement, money can't buy happiness? It's true. I'm happy, sometimes. It's strange. I watch people go through their lives, seeming happy, and I have to wonder if they really are."
"You actually feel stuff. Who knew?"
He chuckled. "Don't get used to it. I don't feel all that much." He started to stroke her hope. "Tell me something about you."
"I've never had a one night stand."
"Never?"
"No. I've always been on a few dates with a guy first."
"I'm not going to encourage you to start doing that."
"I won't. I'm not the kind who can." Silence fell between them. It wasn't awkward. She stared into his dark gaze, and wondered what he was thinking.
The hand on her hip moved behind her, pulling her closer. The hard length of his dick pressed against her stomach, and she didn't need any second-guessing. He was rock hard, and she couldn't think of a single reason not to give in.
Her body was soft, and Xavier's need for her was only getting stronger. They were moving fast, and yet he didn't care. He didn't give a shit about anything but getting her naked in his bed.
"I want you," he said, growling the words out. Leaning down, he slammed his lips down on hers, and started to walk her back toward his bed.
This need had been growing inside him at least four years, maybe even longer, and it wasn't going to let up. Not now, not ever.
Gripping her ass, he squeezed the flesh, and they both moaned.
Biting her lip, he kissed her hard, and pulled back.
"I want to fuck you so damn bad. You ever been fucked, Anya, fucked hard?"
"I think so."
"Baby, if you have to think you have, you really haven't."
He pushed the door open, and released her long enough to grab the blouse she wore and tear it open.
Buttons sprayed across the room. Tugging his own shirt off, he spun her around, and removed the bindings that kept her hair locked in a bun at her nape. He fingered the long, dark red length. The strands were silky.
"You're very bossy."
"It's all I know how to be."
He pulled the strap of her bra down her arm, and she released a little gasp. Flicking the catch open, he let it fall.
Like he'd promised that morning, his bedroom had a lot of mirrors, and he didn't need her to be standing to see exactly what belonged to him. Across his bed was a large mirror, and Anya was staring at him.
Her large tits filled his hands, and spilled over. The tips were a dark red, large, and begging for his lips.
Fingering the zipper of the skirt, he had it off her within seconds, and she stood there in a simple thong. The thong surprised him. Running his fingers up her thighs, he slid them between her ass cheeks, touching the thin piece of fabric.
"This, I like. In fact, I like it a hell of a lot. Bend forward."
She placed her hands on the bed, and he spread her ass, admiring the thong nestled between her ass cheeks.
"You ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No."
"Oh, then I'm going to have to take that cherry. There's no way I'm leaving that tight little hole alone."
She moaned, wriggling against him. Moving his finger down the material, he plunged inside her cunt, feeling how wet she was.
"You surprise me with how much you like dirty," he said, nibbling her neck.
"I didn't know."
"Are you going to try and be a prim and proper little thing? Pretend you don't like this? Fight me?"
"No."
"You're not?" he asked.
"I want this, and I'm not going to ruin it by pretending that I don't."
He wouldn't give her the chance. "Good."
Drawing his finger up to her clit, he stroked her nub, watching the pleasure dance across her eyes. He kissed the base of her back, alternating between thrusting inside her pussy, and fingering her clit. His hand was soaked with her cream, and it wasn't enough. He wanted to see her.
Pulling away, he tore the thong off her body with the promise that he was going to buy her so many more. Flipping her over onto her back, he got a good look at her.
Huge tits, nice soft rounded curves, a cute fuckable ass-which he couldn't see now but he wanted-full hips, and he knew she was going to look amazing carrying his kid. Her stomach swollen-it made his dick so damn hard thinking about it. Gripping her hips, he ran his hand down her thighs to her knees, and spread her open. Her pussy was covered in a fine dusting of hair. She was puffy, and the lips had opened a little, showing him her swollen clit and the entrance to her cunt.
"Baby, you've got a nice pussy. Open it up for me, let me see."
Even though her cheeks turned red, she still reached down, spreading her lips open, showing him her pussy. He slid a finger through her slit, watching as he did. Circling her clit, he moved down, and plunged inside her, all the way to the knuckle. She let out a moan, and he did the same this time with a second finger. He started to stretch her out. His cock wasn't small, and when he finally took her, he wanted her to want it, not to be screaming about it.
"Feels so good."
He couldn't look away as he worked her pussy open, sliding inside her, the walls of her cunt gripping his fingers.
"You're so tight. Do you know I've wondered about this? Thought about how tight you could be, spread open for me. This is so much fucking better than thinking about it."
She thrust up to meet his fingers, and he just wanted to dive in and fuck her, take her so damn hard. First, he wanted her to come, to get her nice and slick ready to take his dick. Only when he was satisfied with how wet she was would he actually give her what he'd been wanting to.
"I need you, please."
Sinking to his knees, he sucked on her clit, biting down, and then sucking it deep before flicking it with his tongue. She arched up off the bed, and with his other hand, he pressed her down. She was going to come all over his face.
"Oh God, that feels so good. Please, please, please."
Thrusting inside her, he flicked her clit, feeling the tightness of her cunt wrap around his fingers, begging for him to stop, and then not to stop.
She was so fucking beautiful, and her body was a dream.
Anya screamed as she came, her cunt gripping his fingers like a vise, and she softened with her orgasm.
Only when she was shaking, and he'd worked every single tremor from her orgasm did he stand up. Removing his pants, he was careful over the ridge of his cock, not wanting to trap that monster away.
Anya went to her elbows and started to move back as he crawled toward her. She wasn't running away, and besides he liked the chase.
"Spread your legs open."
She submitted to him, and opened her thighs. The scent of her arousal in the air was heady, and he wanted her. Damn, he was so fucking desperate. He wanted inside her, filling her with his spunk.