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crazy,” she said as she pulled back a moment later. Her chin lifted, head falling back as she looked up at him with wide eyes.
Everything about her suggested urgency, and that wiped out any ability he had to hold back any longer. “That, my dear, is entirely mutual.”
He turned her around and walked her away from the window. In the shadows by the sofa he lifted her dress and pulled it over her head and off. For a moment, her hands covered her bared breasts, then he shook his head and she let them drop to her sides.
“You’re beautiful.” He stood between her and the window, shielding her, staring at her breasts as he cupped and lifted them in his hands, marveling at the soft weight of them, the deliciously hard nipples. “So sexy.”
“Too much for one man?” Her chin lifted in an almost defiant gesture.
She really did like that idea. He smiled and wrapped his hand around her shoulder, thumb resting possessively in the dip of her collarbone. “Who’s being direct now, hmm?”
She chuckled, and it was adorably naughty. That playful streak was something he’d seen and wanted to explore. Maybe it would help keep their relationship light, as her friends had advised. He’d shared a girlfriend before, and it had been extremely hot. But that wasn’t Anya, and Anya was special. He wanted her to be his, but to watch her as an observer as well would be fascinating, knowing that she was his woman.
Was she his?
His balls tightened and he grasped her by the shoulders as he rolled her back over the arm of the sofa and onto its length, holding her as she dropped. Laughter escaped her open mouth as her heels lifted into the air.
“I can’t wait another moment.” Wrestling the G-string off of her, he ran his hands the length of her legs as he removed the slender stretch of fabric. With her heels in the air and her upper body and hair thrown back across the length of the sofa, she looked so elegantly wasted he wished he had a camera.
Dropping down to his knees, he hung her legs over his shoulders and kissed the mound of her pussy before sinking his tongue down into the slick honey of her slit. Every atom of his body was ready to be there, to plunge his cock into her willing warmth. Groping in his pocket he pulled out a condom packet, his tongue still moving on her clit, circling it and teasing it.
Suddenly and without warning her hands moved to the top of his head and her body rippled. He sank his tongue into her entrance as she came, the heady taste of her turning him desperate.
“I have to be inside you.” He tore the wrapper, rolling the condom on quickly. Her head rolled against the cushions, her breasts peaking as she fingered her nipples. He watched the way she did that, tugging on the tight nubs almost roughly. When she noticed him watching she covered her face with her arm, moaning softly as her peak faded away.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” The head of his cock was already pressed against her hot, slick opening, but he wanted her right there with him.
“Yes.” She nodded urgently, shuffling back on the sofa, her knees lifting, her inner thighs locking around his hips as he moved into position.
When his cock slid home, it knocked the breath right out of him. She was so ready that he slid deep inside her, up to the hilt. The firm, silky grip of her body on his cock ratcheted the tension in his balls.
“Warren,” she whispered, and her hips rolled back and forth, her body swallowing his length.
The tight squeeze of her flesh around the head of his cock made him falter, and his hands snatched at her hips, holding her steady. “Easy, please,” he begged.
The words melted away as he plowed in and out again, his mouth pressing hungry kisses to her throat. Then he felt her high heels resting on the back of his thighs and he cursed under his breath.
With each thrust he closed on orgasm, and yet he couldn’t have stopped if their lives depended on it. They were both locked into it, rutting together in a way that was borne of pent-up