Suddenly her smile faded, replaced by a horrified expression. “Oh no! We didn’t use a condom!”
I smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay, I didn’t finish.” I brushed her hair from her sweaty forehead.
She gasped. “You didn’t?” She looked both relieved and angry at the same time.
I winced, knowing that she was going to chew me out for not using a condom. “I was going to put one on, and then I got distracted. You said now, and I just, I don’t know, I lost my thoughts. I remembered though, I didn’t finish, it should be fine,” I rambled, trying to explain my irresponsible act.
She put her hand over my mouth, stopping my garbled excuses. “Just shush,” she whispered, lifting her head and brushing her nose up the side of mine. She gripped my shoulders and pushed me onto my back, moving to straddle me. “So you haven’t finished?” she asked, grinning wickedly.
I shook my head, watching her, waiting for her reaction and scolding. Instead, she stood up on the bed above me, one foot either side of my hips. She unclasped her bra, sliding it off slowly, making my breath catch in my throat as her br**sts came into view. She swung her bra on one finger teasingly before dropping it in my face. I groaned and moved the material quickly so I could watch her. She was grinning as she ran her hands across the waist of her panties before slipping her hand inside the hips of them, pulling them down slowly, running her hands down her legs as she did it. With every inch that the panties moved down, my heart rate seemed to speed up. With every inch of creamy flesh that her hands traced over, I felt my arousal heighten. She didn’t once take her eyes from my face. This was killing me slowly; it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I moaned as she kicked them off, standing stark naked above me, making my mouth water as she exposed all of her brilliance.
“Anna,” I breathed, I couldn’t summon any more words than that, my brain was like mush. Clearly I’d unleashed a sex-crazed freaking monster. Whatever the hell she was doing was almost painful. I gripped my hands around the back of her knees and pulled, making her knees buckle. She fell onto me, giggling. I could feel her naked skin pressing on every inch of my chest making me tingle with excitement. I ran my hands up her legs, from her knees, following the curves of her body, all the way up to her br**sts.
She pushed herself up to sitting, straddling my chest, looking at me sternly, grabbing my hands from her body and pinning them above my head. She shook her head forcefully. “No, Agent Taylor, I’m in charge, and you’ll do as you’re told,” she scolded, grinning wickedly. My stomach clenched and, impossibly, my dick got even harder.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am,” I replied, knowing she’d like that.
She narrowed her eyes and moaned breathily. “That is so damn hot, Ashton,” she purred, licking her lips slowly. I smiled at how turned on she was too, it seemed like she was loving this just as much as I was. “Now, where are your handcuffs, Agent?” she asked.
Holy f**k. “Seriously?” I asked breathlessly. My excitement was spiking to new heights at the thought alone.
“I’m serious, Agent. Where are your handcuffs?” she repeated, biting her lip.
“Over in my top drawer on the right,” I answered quickly. I was so excited that I could barely breathe. She grinned and climbed off me, walking naked to my drawers. I watched her pert ass sway as she walked. The little red hickey that I’d put there the previous night actually made my mouth water. As she pulled the drawer open, she giggled excitedly as she reached in and produced my SWAT tactical waistcoat. Her eyes lit up as she looked back at me and raised one eyebrow as if silently asking my permission. I gulped and nodded. Almost instantly, she slipped it on and zipped it up. I groaned loudly because of how hot she looked in that. I’d never be able to look at my uniform the same way again. She sashayed her way back to me, crawling on all fours over the bed, her eyes playful. Every nerve in my body was on fire with desire as she climbed onto me, straddling me before kissing me deeply. She held up the handcuffs and smiled as she reached my hands, pushing them through the bars on my headboard before clipping the handcuffs around my wrists. I’d honestly never seen anything more beautiful than her sitting on top of me, wearing just my waistcoat, and that sexy smile.
She grinned at me wickedly. “I’m gonna go play PlayStation with Nate,” she smiled teasingly, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned.
She laughed and put her finger to her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm, actually I think maybe I’ll have more fun here with you,” she purred. “I’m gonna tease you until you beg for mercy.” She grinned wickedly, and I knew then that I would probably die before this night was over.
“As long as you f**k me after, I don’t mind,” I answered.
She bent forward, tracing her nose along the edge of my jaw. “Oh I will, don’t you worry about that, Agent Taylor.”
My heart was crashing in my chest. I loved this girl so much; I really wished she knew it.
Once she’d finished with me, she slumped down against my chest, pressing her face into my neck, breathing heavily. Our bodies were slick with sweat. I bit my lip when I wanted to confess my love for her, she really didn’t need to know that.
I turned my head and kissed her temple, still feeling my heart fly in my chest. “That was freaking awesome,” I muttered breathlessly. Annabelle Spencer certainly had a wild side, and although some of the time she’d looked a little insecure and had silently asked my permission for stuff, she had undoubtedly been liberated by what we had just done.