Chapter 9
NINE
Anna
After that, things were still complicated but easier. Our relationship was everything it should be. What was between us was more than just a summer fling or a holiday romance—our hearts were open to each other.
My flat sold but I only went back with Ethan to pack things up. I didn’t stay there again. I moved some of my things to Ethan’s rented apartment and the rest I put in storage.
I should have started looking for a new place but that meant thinking about the future and what I wanted to do.
I’d agreed with Ethan that for the first time ever, I was going to live in the present.
I wasn’t going to worry about the future.
In the present Ethan was in London and that’s exactly where I wanted to be.
I didn’t want to fast forward this relationship—the thought of him meeting my parents, or us moving in together properly, the thought of him as a father, us married—all that stuff that I used to think about with previous boyfriends, I couldn’t let myself think about with Ethan. All that mattered was the here and now.
I managed to extract myself from working directly for Ethan, claiming I was too busy with another client’s work and my excuse wasn’t questioned.
There were plenty of people lining up to take my place, wanting to impress the New York office.
It was easier like that. I could separate work Ethan from my Ethan.
Well, most of the time I could separate them.
Every now and then we would pass each other in the corridor and our eyes would slam together and my underwear dampened and I knew he would be fighting a hard-on.
Our sexual attraction to each other didn’t dip, not even for a second.
He was inside me every chance he got and he was right when he said I was insatiable.
I couldn’t get enough of him. My body ached for him in the evenings while I waited for him to emerge from the office.
Ethan worked hard, too hard. He always worked later than I did.
He came home, it felt like our home, exhausted and stressed and I would pour him a whiskey, which we inevitably ended up sharing and then he would have me.
My body was his. I would often be shuddering with anticipation by the time we were naked, as if his body was something I got to experience rarely, rather than every day, several times a day.
Each time was better than the last as we fell deeper and deeper into each other.
Friday evening Ethan and I left at a similar time, earlier than the rest of the week, wanting to extend our weekend together to as long as possible.
Even when we did leave the office at similar times, we never left together.
No one at work knew we were together—it was against the rules.
The other associates speculated about Ethan’s love life and there were various rumors about an American girlfriend or a British gay lover.
I listened, unconcerned. I was pleased they didn’t know Ethan. I wanted to keep him for myself.
As I let myself into the flat, Ethan stood facing away from me, staring out the window, his forehead pressed against the glass. He turned as I closed the door and smiled at me. A tired smile, but a smile nonetheless.
Ethan
“Hey, beautiful.” How did she manage to look so fucking amazing all the time?
My cock stirred just at the sight of her.
It had never occurred to me that I could remain physically attracted to a woman for this long.
And the sex between us only got better. She seemed to know my body so exactly, she knew when to squeeze, bite, moan and beg for maximum impact.
All these weeks later, I still had to concentrate on not getting a hard-on when I saw her in the corridors at work.
Especially when she shot me that look. The look that made me feel like I really was her god. Fuck.
“Hey, my gorgeous man,”
I needed her right now. I needed her body to soothe my mind.
Work was a bitch at the moment and it wasn’t getting easier.
Trying to manage the London politics and hold on to my US clients meant I was working long hours.
Anna hadn’t said anything but I wondered if she got pissed off at the lack of time I could spend with her, especially during the week.
I bet her previous boyfriends had more time for her.
“Whiskey?” she asked.
I nodded and followed her to the kitchen.
“You look fucking amazing . . . but you know that.” My eyes trailed over her perfect ass, covered by the tight red fabric of her dress.
“I don’t know that. I’m glad you think so.”
I stood behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head into her neck as she fixed two whiskeys.
“Do we have plans this weekend, other than for me to make you come over and over and over?” I asked.
“I like that plan.” She relaxed her body into me my dick pressing against her. How long would I have to wait before I was inside her? “I guess I should really arrange some property viewings.”
That was the last thing I wanted to do—schlep around London, looking at her future without me.
Fuck that. I had hoped she would consider coming back to New York with me, but if she was still talking about buying a place here, she wasn’t thinking along the same lines.
And I couldn’t raise it. We didn’t talk about the future, we had agreed to live in the here and now and I had to honor that.
“I thought we had dinner with Daniel and Leah?” I wanted off the new apartment subject. My teeth pressed into the flesh of her neck and she tipped her head to give me easier access.
“Yes, tomorrow night.”
My teeth sunk deeper and Anna moaned and grasped the back of my neck. She enjoyed me marking her, and I took full advantage. I slid my hands up to cup her tits and I pushed them together. I imagined my dick buried between them and pressed harder into her.
“Work’s made you horny I see,” Anna breathed.
“You make me horny. Nothing and no one else.” I wanted Anna to have no doubt that there was no one else but her for me. I never got the feeling that she needed my reassurance but I wanted to give it to her all the same.
My hands dropped from her tits to her hips and I slid her skirt up. Fuck, she was wearing stockings again. I’d warned her about that.
“Anna,” I said admonishingly.
“But I didn’t see you at all today to distract you, so what’s the problem?”
“Then why?”
“Because I know what it does to you. And I like that thought.”
I’d dropped my pants—my dick wasn’t going to survive for long without her around it. I reached across her stomach and pulled her toward me. “Bend over beautiful. I curled my hand around her neck and pushed her down against the kitchen counter.
“You managed to put panties on. That’s a compromise I suppose.” I tugged down the lace and they pooled at her heeled feet. My fingers trailed back to her delicious pussy. I wanted to be in her as quickly as I could, but I wanted her to be ready.
“Fuck, you are soaking wet, beautiful.”
She whimpered an answer, I couldn’t tell what she was saying, as long as it was stop or no, I didn’t really give a shit and by the way she felt, she was saying anything but stop.
The way she got so wet for me was a complete turn on.
Sometimes I wondered if she spent her time in a permanent state of semi-arousal, ready for my dick on a moment’s notice. Jesus.
I trailed my dick along her folds and she shuddered as she lay out in front of me, waiting for me to slam into her.
I parted the cheeks of her perfect ass. She glistened for me, the pink, puckered flesh above winking at me.
I’d never touched her there. But it seemed so ready for me.
I hardened further at the thought. Just the slightest touch.
My fingers replaced my dick, sweeping up and down her folds once, then twice and then, coated in her arousal, I edged higher.
“Ethan,” she said. I read curiosity rather than fear in her voice.
I trailed around the puckered opening with my wet fingers and gently stroked.
“Ethan,” she said again, the pleasure breaking through her curiosity.
I reached around her with my other hand and found her clit “Ethan, Jesus, fuck.” She bucked and threw herself back against me, impaling herself on my finger.
She gasped and gripped at me and we both stilled. I hadn’t meant to go as far.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded but didn’t speak and I didn’t move.
My finger still buried halfway inside her ass, my other thumb on her clit.
She exhaled and her hands relaxed slightly against my arms. My heart was thumping in my chest and my blood pounding in my ears but I kept as still as I could.
Slowly, she started to move, I assumed at first she was trying to remove my finger from her ass but as she rolled her hips, it was clear she wasn’t moving away from me, she was pulling me in deeper.
I groaned at the realization that she was enjoying it.
“You like that, beautiful?” I asked as I pushed farther into her and circled in tiny movements.
She was panting as she nodded, as if she had too much to concentrate on. I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, watching her ass fucking my finger, her pussy dripping wet. Before I could finish my next thought, she verbalized it for me.
“I want you inside me,” she gasped. “Quickly, Ethan, please.”
This beautiful, sexy, insatiable girl would be my undoing.
“You want me in your tight pussy while I finger fuck your perfect ass?”
“Ethan!” She screamed as I pushed my dick and my finger into her at the same time. She fell forward, her hands slamming on the counter top as I slammed into her, again and again.
Jesus, the feel of her all around me, clamping around my dick and my finger, I couldn’t hold back, I wanted to get deeper, closer and I pounded again and again until her pussy contracted in the beginnings of her orgasm.
She snapped her head back and her fingers gripped the counter. She was almost there.
She no longer resisted me right before she started to come.
She didn’t try to escape the inevitable.
She gave into it. Gave into me. She knew she had no choice but to come for me.
She pulsed around me and then she sucked in a deep breath, there she was, right at the edge.
I pulled my finger out sharply and she gasped.
With both hands on her hips, I concentrated on fucking every last drop of orgasm out of her before pouring myself into her. Again and again I thrust into her and as I saw her body slump, my head spun and my orgasm took me over.
Fuck she was beautiful, and she was mine.
My cheek rested on her back as I came back to earth. God, I needed her naked and wrapped around me right now. Slowly I withdrew and threw the condom in the garbage. Her elbows rested on the counter top and she was still trying to catch her breath.
She turned to look at me, her hair tousled, looking as amazing as she had ever had and I kissed her on her lips. “You’re amazing,” I whispered in her ear.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered back to me and I led her to the bedroom, picking up an orange shopping bag I’d brought home with me.