Tinsel In A Tangle

He laughed again, a real laugh. Over the years, more times than he could count, he’d been accused of being overly serious. But not with Ana. Never with Ana. She always made him laugh.

“Trust me, Princess, it’d work. And it’d make you feel so good. But...”

“But what?” Her breathy voice almost brought him to his knees.

“But I don’t think I’d last very long. You were so fucking tight on my finger and I was barely inside you.”

“Oh.”

He walked over to the lounger and stared down at her. Her skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink, and her breaths were still a bit uneven. Her breasts rose and fell and he couldn’t look away.

The morning was coming much too quickly. There were too many things that he wanted to do to her. With her.

He wanted to fuck her, yeah, no question, but he wanted so much more. He wanted to spend time worshipping her body like she deserved. And he desperately wished they’d have enough time to get kinky. He instinctively knew she’d be into that.

Time was his enemy.

“Jake? Is something wrong?”

He’d gotten lost in his own thoughts. Something he really didn’t have the time for.

His smile had scared lesser people over the years. His smile had been likened to a predatory shark’s. But when he smiled down at Ana, she just smiled back.

“Trying to figure out how I want to fuck you,” he said.

She leaned forward and knelt on the chaise before him. “Do I get an opinion? What are my options?”

He debated telling her that she didn’t get an opinion, then decided he’d enjoy her reactions. “I’ve considered making you stand up behind this chair, bending you over, and fucking you from behind. But then I wouldn’t get to see your amazing tits.”

She wriggled and he bit back a smile. She liked his words.

“Or I could take your place on the lounger and pull you on top of me to ride me.”

She looked down at the lounger. When she looked back up at him, her eyes were wide and glassy. “What’s the con to that choice?”

He shook his head. “No con. But I’m also tempted to use that ugly tie Leonard gave me last Christmas instead of a bonus and tie you up. I’d tie your hands above your head and those tits would be thrust out and then I could press them together and fuck them.”

“Oh my,” she moaned quietly.

“Then, I can’t deny that I have the urge to make you lie back the way you just were and watch you pleasure yourself. I’d love to see your fingers sliding through your wet pussy. And then, of course, we have that glorious ass of yours.”

“Jake.” He didn’t know if his name was a question or a plea.

He couldn’t keep his hands off her any longer. He wrapped his arm low around her waist and pulled her off balance until she fell against his chest.

“Yes, Princess?”

“I like all of those. Except the last one.”

He leaned down so he could whisper in her ear. “If we had time, I’d make sure you’d learn to like the last one, too.”

Disregarding every option he’d given her, doing something he told himself he shouldn’t do, he leaned her back on the chaise and came down on top of her. It was much more intimate than was smart. He wanted more than a taste of her, wanted enough memories to get him through the rest of his life remembering this one encounter, but he knew he shouldn’t take her face to face. If he were to come deep inside her, while looking into those beautiful blue eyes that had been such a huge part of his life, he knew the suffering would never end.

He’d spend the rest of his life reliving the moment.

And it would be torture.

But at the moment, he didn’t care about any future suffering. He wouldn’t give up this one night for anything.