Tinsel In A Tangle

He lowered his mouth and kissed her.

The kiss was soft at first. Just lips on lips, touching, feeling. Judging by the stiffening of her body, she was just as surprised as he was. But she softened underneath him, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her. He wanted to make sure no man she ever kissed in the future would ever be his equal. It was an asshole thing to want, but he couldn’t help himself.

She was so firmly imprinted on him, he wanted to at least try to make sure she’d always remember him.

She tasted like chocolate-covere

d strawberries and champagne and everything that was perfect and good in the world. He pressed against her, feeling the sharp edges of the diamond necklace between them.

His hands slid up her body from where they rested low on her hips. His hands dipped into the curve of her waist and then up to her incredible tits. He didn’t want to move away from her, but needed to feel the plump globes he’d been dreaming about since she started filling out in high school.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when he felt her small hand pushing him away so she could work on the zipper of his pants. She made quick work of the pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, down as far as she could. It wasn’t nearly far enough. He wanted to be completely skin to skin.

Their mouths stayed fused the whole time. Sometimes he led, sometimes he allowed her to lead, but it became clear that she didn’t want to stop any more than he did. Unfortunately, he had to get his stupid pants off.

He pulled back, removed his pants, socks and shoes, and grabbed the condom he’d stashed in his pocket earlier.

“Before, in the other room, you said nothing between us but the diamond.”

He caught a note of desperation in her voice. Or was that only hope on his part?

“Ana,” he started, using her name so she’d know it was serious. But she stopped him, a small hand on his warm chest.

“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And I know it’s stupid. I’ve never had sex without a condom before and I never would, unless it was someone I knew well. I’d never even ask anyone else. I’m clean. Safe. I swear it. And I trust you. I trust that you’d never do anything to hurt me.”

Fuck.

The faith she had in him was staggering.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom. Never. And Leonard makes us get routine physicals. I’m tested for everything under the sun regularly and I haven’t been with anyone in...a while.”

Since long before his last physical.

Her hand on his chest curled into a fist. “Like I said, I trust you.”

She shouldn’t.

He didn’t deserve it.

Especially since he’d been planning to walk out of here tonight with the thing she wanted most in the world. And then he’d planned to sell it. In the end, was he any better than Leonard?

He tossed the condom aside and joined his princess on the lounger again. Her legs were splayed wide for him. He lowered his mouth to her pussy for one brief but thorough kiss. He smiled against her skin, savoring the moan that seemed to come from her entire body.

He licked and kissed his way up her stomach until finally he reached her breasts.

His every fantasy come to life.

They were plump, more than a handful, yet still perky with dusky nipples. He squeezed one sharply while delivering a gentle kiss to the other. Ana’s hands grabbed his shoulders. Whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away, he couldn’t say. But he wasn’t going anywhere.

He soothed the hurt nipple with his fingers while using his teeth on the other. The dual pain and pleasure sensations had her writhing underneath him. He wanted to adorn her body. As amazing as she’d look with nipple rings, he wouldn’t suggest anything permanent. But she’d look incredible in body jewelry. A clit clamp, nipple clamps, chains that he could use to direct her where he wanted. All silver and adorned with sapphires to match her deep blue eyes.

He kissed his way from her breasts, up the slim column of her neck, leaving several hickeys which would remind her of him, at least for the next few days. Finally, he was back at her mouth, their bodies perfectly lined up.

“Please, Jake. Take me. Fuck me. Make me yours. I’ve always been yours.”

She said the last bit quietly. Like she was surprised. Hell, Jake was just as surprised, but it was the truth. She’d always been his.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in. He could have resisted her. Probably should have, once her words permeated his lust-filled brain, but why would he want to.