“Anika.” He breathed my name into my neck, kissing me there as I arched back my head. Licking, sucking, he kept it gentle, worshipping my skin. But against the soft skin of my buttocks I could feel his urgency, the hard, pressing need he still had zipped up in his pants. I wanted him out of them, the feel of his skin against mine, the heat we created once we both stripped down.
“It’s going to snow for days,” he whispered into my ear, licking the edge, sending shivers down the length of my body. Why did his words thrill me? Not long ago I’d been worried about flashlights. Now I hoped the storm would never end.
He brought his hand down to my hip and waist and caressed me, making me so aware of my soft, feminine curves against his solid, male hardness. I ground my ass back into his shaft and heard him suck in his breath, his fingers digging into my skin.
“You’re so responsive, Ana,” he praised me, continuing his explorations, weaving his fingers down my thighs, up my stomach, around my shoulder. My breathing quickened and I could feel heat building up in my core, my need for him starting to burn.
“It’s like your body was made for me.” He licked and kissed my shoulder, weaving his fingers along my waist, marking, worshipping every inch. So warm, so completely naked, I came alive under his fingers, slowly stroking, building. There in the dark, there was something so hot about the way he was holding me. Something so possessive, so carnal about the way he fastened my hip to his as he bit into my neck. I couldn’t see his face, didn’t know what he’d do next and it felt secret and naughty there in the dark, just the two of us.
I wanted more of him. I could feel the length of his cock pressing into my backside, the long, hard ridge teasing me, so close yet still under lock and key. One of my arms was pinned under my body, but the other one was free. Slowly, stealthily, I reached it back and found his hips. I grabbed onto him, pulling him against my ass at the same time as I ground back into him. There, like that, I showed him with my body how I wanted him to take me, from behind, just like that.
“Put your hand back on your thigh,” he growled, sounding harsh and commanding. Shocked, a little embarrassed, I did as he told me, removing my naughty hand and putting it back where it belonged. Chastened, I stilled my body.
“Anika.” His voice caressed me, his breath teasing my bare neck. “I want to teach you how good you can feel.” He dropped his mouth to my sensitive skin and gave me a slow lick, then murmured into me, “Do you want to feel good, baby?”
I practically melted into him with a sigh. But I kept my hand where he’d told me and part of me still felt on edge, that heightened awareness. Had he not liked it when I’d grabbed him?
“I love how much you want me,” he said, as if sensing my questions and offering reassurance. “It feels good when you show me how much you need me. Remember how you rode me last night?”
I felt heat flush through me, some shyness still mingling in there with the arousal of remembering how I’d attacked him backstage, grabbing his cock and shoving my pussy down onto every inch of him.
“That was good, Ana. Remember how I came?” I moaned as I did remember it, our sweat mingling, his deep groan, the way he’d clamped his hand over my mouth to muffle my own orgasmic cries. “I remember how you came on my cock.”
My pussy practically dripped at his words, visceral memory gripping my body. I could feel his long, hard cock still pushing into my behind, his tense, ready need there as he spoke. I wanted to push back into him again. But he’d stopped me last time. So I didn’t move.
“There’s a whole other kind of pleasure, Ana. Pleasure I want to introduce you to. But it comes from restraint.”
My mouth opened into a pant when he said the word. I didn’t know what he meant by it, but it conjured up visions, fantasies I’d had of being taken, controlled, bound. Was that what he meant?
He had one arm around me, under my head. He brought his large, rough palm to the top my chest, right at the base of my neck. The other hand he trailed along my curves, up, up, until he cupped my breast. I stilled under his touch, hyper-aware of it in the dark, wanting it so much more.
“Look down at your breast, Anika.” I looked down, my mouth agape with arousal. Even in the dim light I could see the contrast of our skin, my soft breast pale in his calloused fingers. “Keep your hand down at your side.” I hadn’t realized it, but my hand had started to inch over, closer to the inside of my thighs. I was so horny. I wanted to touch myself. He’d liked watching me do that once. I could make myself come so quickly, I knew I could. But right now, he wouldn’t let me. And for some reason that sent a new flood of heat straight to my sex.
“I want you to look down and watch me touch you. But do not move. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I moaned my response, quiet, hushed, my attention rapt and fixed on his movements. He had long, dexterous fingers and he used them with the utmost skill, stroking, cupping, massaging. But he didn’t touch my nipples, my aching, peaked buds thrust up and begging for his attention. He must see how stiff they had become. He’d played with my nipples before so he knew what an erogenous zone they were for me, how his touch sent a direct, electric charge straight to my clit. But he didn’t touch them. He gave love and attention to every inch of my breasts but not my aching, throbbing, stiff nipples. Why? A whimper escaped my parted lips.
He growled down into my neck, grabbing my breast harder. I sucked in my breath. His claim on me felt so good. “Are you thinking about what you want, Ana?” He stroked, teased, circled, but did not touch where I needed him most. I nodded my head yes.
“You’re thinking about how good it feels when I touch your nipples, aren’t you? When I kiss.” He brought his lips to my shoulder and used his full, warm lips to kiss me there, reminding me how good it would feel. I moaned and shivered with need. “When I lick.” He licked me, long and slow, and I could feel how it would be on my sensitive, aching tips.
“When I suck.” Oh God, now he was sucking on my shoulder and I could feel my pussy tighten, a quivering, throbbing pleasure shooting up inside of me. In a low, wicked voice, he added, “When I bite.” He sank his teeth into my shoulder. I gasped and I swear I almost came, almost had an intense orgasm from the feel of that pain, imagining what sweet relief it would be if he sank his teeth into my nipple, right where it hurt, right where it would shoot such sensation, such pleasure directly to my sex.
He pulled back, took his hand off my breast, but still held me against him. He trailed one finger along my hip again, and I came down off the edge of my near-orgasm. Still panting, still throbbing, still without relief.
“Do you see how the mind is a powerful aphrodisiac? You almost came right from thinking about what you wanted me to do to you. Didn’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I admitted, still surprised myself how close he’d taken me. All from his suggestive words. And his denying me what I most wanted.
“There’s so much need in you, Ana. So tightly coiled.” He pressed his palm against my lower abdomen and I moaned, knowing he was right. He caressed my hips, my inner thighs. I parted for him, hoping he’d stroke me, wanting him to run his fingers along my slick slit. But he kept talking instead.
“I want to tap into that desire, Ana.”
“I think you have.” I had to laugh. Did the man think he hadn’t turned me on? He’d given me more orgasms in the past week than I may have had in my entire life. They were certainly more intense than any I’d ever had before. But wait, there was more?
“We’ve been enjoying each other, Ana. But there’s more. There’s so much more.”
I closed my eyes, wanting to believe it was true, but unable to imagine it. He already thrilled me so much. In the dark, he slid his hand along my hip and around my leg. Along the inside of my thigh, he stroked his rough fingers, parting my legs, making me moan.
“Does that feel good?” he asked in a low murmur.
“Mmmm.” My eyes still closed, I let the sensations cascade over me. I purred under his touch. I want
ed to push back against him, wanted to reach my hand back and grasp his cock. I could feel him up against me, the long, masculine steel of him. He was so close.
But he’d told me not to move my hand, so I kept it on my upper thigh. It almost drove me crazy to not slide it back further. Inches away, I could grasp him in an instant. I knew he’d like it. He’d make that hiss of pleasure and I’d feel his thick shaft, the male length of him growing even harder in my hands.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” Ash asked. I bit back my frustration and a whimper sounded low in my throat.
“You want to wrap your hand around my cock. And you’re so good at it, Ana. You make me so hard.” He pressed his shaft against the soft flesh of my ass and I almost cried out in frustration. Why was he torturing me? Torturing us?
“How does it feel to hold back, Ana?” His breath hot on the nape of my neck, the question felt so intimate. There in the dark, just the two of us, I felt like I could be completely honest.
“Frustrating. Confusing. But…” I panted, fire licking up my thighs where he touched me, desire throbbing in my core. “I’m so turned on.”
“Yes.” He stroked me, finally up at my slit. With two of his long fingers, he drew them across my pussy. “I can feel you are.” I could tell I was dripping wet, the way he slid against me, so slick, so easy. That’s how it would be if he finally moved his cock against me, finally brought it to my entrance, finally entered me. So slick and hot and easy.
“You want, but you can’t have, Ana. Not yet. How does that make you feel?” He pressed against my swollen clit and I moaned, desperate for it. Filled with wanting. He began stroking me in a rhythm, still slow, but building, building. “Tell me how you feel, Ana.”
“Please, Ash,” I called out, not above begging. He knew exactly how to touch me to break down all my defenses.
“Some of this desire, Ana? It’s from wanting but being denied. Being so close but not able to get it.” I could feel his cock pressing into me and that was exactly it. His nearness, his need so close to my own but not released, not unleashed.