38. Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Nova
B y the time we got to my apartment, we were frantic for one another. The entire drive back to Savannah from Tybee Island had been foreplay. Hell, the whole day had been.
He kissed me outside my apartment, and once I managed to get the door open with Anson pressing against my back, he had me against the wall.
"Bedroom," he groaned.
Once in my room, I reached for him, and he captured my wrists. "Let me."
He removed my shirt, and then stood back to look at me. I was left in shorts, a bra, and sneakers.
"Take your bra off, Sugar."
I was nervous as hell, but I did as he asked. My nipples were tight, and hearing his hiss, I was even more aroused.
"Stay like that," he ordered, and began to remove his clothes.
His body was ripped. That night on the porch of his cabin, I hadn't seen it all well, but now, in my bedroom with the lights on, I saw that he took care of himself.
When he was naked, I stepped closer to him and put my hand on his chest. I felt the hammering of his heart against the palm of my hand. He pulled me close and dragged my naked breasts against his chest, skin to skin. We both moaned.
"Do you have any idea how much I have wanted you? How much I have missed you?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He smiled at me. "Yeah?"
I nodded. I knew this could be a big mistake, but something inside my heart assured me it wasn't.
I slid my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He indulged me for a while, and then pushed me onto the bed. He got to work on the rest of my clothes. He removed my sneakers and socks, and then my shorts and panties in one go.
"You have mad skills," I murmured. "That was some quick undressing."
Anson lifted his fingers and blew on them. "It's the magic touch. And for more magic…."
He spread my thighs open, and ran his hand up my thigh. He stroked my clit before inserting a finger inside me.
I moaned.
"So wet, Sugar. So beautiful."
Before I could think straight, his mouth replaced his fingers. I was expecting it, but I wasn't ready, and I purred softly, loving the feel of his tongue against my wet core.
He used his hands to part the lips of my sex, and swiped his tongue around my clitoris. He was intent on eating me out, and I watched him with hooded eyes, my hips jerking as he lingered too long or too little.
He licked my clitoris, teased it, stroking it with his tongue again and again. I could feel the orgasm build deep inside of me. He sensed it and drove his tongue inside me, and then pulled back to play with my clit. It was diabolical how he worked my pussy.
I couldn't believe Anson was with me. How many times had I dreamed about him making love with me? So, so many times. How many times had I wished it was him with me in bed instead of someone else? Every time.
The fear of sex was simply not there with Anson. There was nothing to overcome.
"Anson," I gasped as the pleasure built and built and built. I screamed his name when I orgasmed.
He raised his head to watch me go over. He then placed a hand on my stomach to keep it in place as he went back on his assault of my pussy.
"I can't," I whimpered.
But he wasn't listening, and maybe I didn't want him to, either. Release was a madness inside of me. I'd come once, and now I felt like a tsunami was rising inside of me.
"Please, Anson." I wanted to move my hips, but I couldn't.
"I am pleasing you, Sugar. Now, go over, baby." He sounded hoarse.
I came, and this time, he surged up.
"Birth control," he asked as he nudged my core with his erection, his lips moving against mine.
"I have an IUD," I told him.
"I had myself tested," he told me. I remembered that we'd talked about it last time when I insisted on a condom because of Bailey and her extracurricular activities with Pete. "Let me in, bare."
"Yes."
"Thank fucking God." He pressed the tip of his erection against me, stroking my clit, making me shiver because I was so sensitive.
"I love you." He kissed me softly.
I watched him palm his penis and line himself up against me, then he slammed into me.
Pleasure and pain warred against each other with pleasure winning out. We were both groaning as he moved inside of me.
"I'm fucking home, Sugar," he cried out as he pumped into me.
He sounded like he had a train to catch, the speed with each he pounded inside of me. I didn't mind because I was on the same train with him. I lifted my hips to fuck him as he did me.
His thrusts became slower for a while, and the ache inside me began to grow.
"I can't come again," I said incredulously. No woman came three times in one night. This was absurd.
"Sure, you can. Let me show you."
He was arrogant as hell, but I forgot all about that as the sound of flesh against flesh, moan against groan, drowned all thought.
"You feel so fucking perfect, do you know that? Just like that first time."
I dug my heels into his ass, lifting my hips to feel him fully inside of me. I didn't know this wanton woman who was in bed with Anson, who was asking him to fuck her hard. But I was incredibly happy to meet her.
"I'm going to come, Sugar," he growled.
"Yes." I felt powerful, awake, alive.
He reached one hand between us and began to rub my swollen clitoris. It didn't take long. I came slow and languid this time, wave after wave of pleasure.
"Fuck yeah! You milk me so good." He grunted as he released into me.
I stroked his back as we lay, sweating, exhausted, and utterly satisfied. "I love you, Anson."
He raised his head. "Say it again." There was a plea in his eyes, a need to watch me as I said the words.
"I love you."
His eyes swarmed with emotion, and when he spoke, his voice was tight. "Thank you, Sugar. I love you, too. Very much."
"So, since we're not officially dating, how often will we have sex?" I asked cheekily, wanting to lighten the mood.
"Why don't I show you?" He nuzzled his nose against mine.