I kissed her again. “I’ll make you mine. You won’t sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I want you.”
I rolled us over, pressing between her legs as I kissed her harder. Whatever happened tonight, I could still regret it tomorrow. I’d already lost control once. I wanted Anna, wanted her before anyone else could have her. Wanted her before Clifford got her.
Fuck, I just wanted her.
Anna wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her pussy against my cock through our clothes. She began to shove down my sweatpants and I allowed her to do it by lifting my hips and getting up on my knees. I wasn’t wearing boxers so my cock sprang free. She wrapped her fingers around it, giving me a few firm strokes. She reached for her silk pants and pushed them down as well then tried to pull me down on her. I lowered myself, regarding the urgency on Anna’s face.
She reached for my cock and guided it to her opening. She seemed eager to get this over with. Was she worried I’d change my mind? Nothing on this planet would have made me change my mind now. My tip slid over Anna’s opening, which was slick but not nearly as wet as I wanted her, and I stifled a groan at how good the brief contact felt.
“Why the rush?” I murmured as I drew my lips across her collarbone and throat. Not that I wasn’t eager to fuck Anna, but she’d already bled with two fingers so I doubted shoving my cock into her without much preparation was a wise choice. “We have all night.”
“Why waste it on my first time when we could have sex multiple times?” she said with her trademark teasing smile.
I brought my hand between our bodies, stroking her sensitive flesh, my thumb drawing small circles on her clit. Anna kissed me impatiently. “I’m ready. I want this. Don’t hold back just because you think you have to. Treat me like you would any other woman.”
But she wasn’t like any other woman.
I kissed her then followed her demands as I hooked her leg over my waist and settled between her legs, my tip pressing up to her opening. I knew this wasn’t going to work but if Anna wanted something she wouldn’t stop until she got it.
I shifted my hips, pushing my tip into her. Anna winced, her nails digging into my arms. Her expression pitched with pain and her body tightened not just visibly. Her walls squeezed the life out of me, which caused a mix of intense pleasure and slight discomfort for me.
“I told you so.”
She scowled. “Don’t be a smartass now.” She pushed out a breath then shook her head. “Okay, you were right but I thought it would be easy because your fingers already did most of the job yesterday.”
I smiled wryly. “My cock’s bigger than two fingers.”
“Yeah.”
She couldn’t pretend anymore. And I didn’t want her to. Anna still wanted to prove a point, to show me she was all woman. But now it was my turn to show her I was a man who’d make sure the girl he was with enjoyed the ride. I pulled out of her slowly.
“I know you like to have things go your way, but now it’s my turn to be in control, and you’ll follow my lead. No more arguments. You’ll do as I say for once.”
“Yes, Sir,” Anna said with a laugh.
I chuckled then pushed up on my elbows. I helped Anna into a sitting position before I slid her chemise over her head, revealing her pretty breasts. I lowered my head, catching a nipple between my lips. Anna sighed, her hand cupping my head as I worshipped her breast. Her skin was smooth and smelled marvelous. I couldn’t get enough of it, of her. Of her moans, her twitches. I licked a trace over to her other breast, giving it the same attention that I had the first.
My cock rubbed over the covers torturously, mourning the loss of Anna’s tightness, but fuck, I’d make good on my word and give Anna a marvelous time. I trailed my hand down her belly, over her brown triangle to her pussy. Her lips were slick with arousal, far more than before, and I pushed her legs apart to have better access. My lips found hers for a deep kiss as I began to scissor her slowly, really taking my time to make her feel every stroke. Anna’s eyes brimmed with desire as she locked eyes with mine. Her cheeks were flushed and she was beginning to sweat as our bodies garnered heat from our closeness. I stroked a finger over her sensitive opening, and she answered with a tilt of her head, seeking penetration. I kept teasing her, my fingers brushing her folds and her opening lightly.