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It’s almost too much, the pear-shaped fullness of her hips, the soft dip of her waist, the bundle of nerves peeking between the globes of her ass. And most erotic of all is her hot, wet pussy that she rubs against me. All I want to do is sink my cock home.
The need to claim her depths is a long-standing, familiar obsession. As she leans over, hands tied and body helpless, that obsession has crossed into a new level of madness. I need to lose myself in her body or I’ll die.
I drop to my knees, widen her thighs, and devour. It’s even better than last night. Richer and sweeter now that my tongue knows what to expect, what it craves. I lap and lick till her thighs quiver. When she’s close, I stop.
“Bryce, please,” she whines.
“What a polite girl, saying please while she rides my face and spreads her legs. You’ll be rewarded with my cock, Ana. Bare so I can fill you up. Do you trust that I’m clean? Do you trust that I’ve kept myself clean for you?” I’m grunting, more animal than man right now.
She has no idea how literal my claim is.
I’ve had a handful of sexual partners through the years, but no one was ever close to being more than a casual fling.
From the moment Ana moved back from Moscow, there was no point in other women. No one else compared. For the last two years, my own hand was a poor substitute for the pleasure I knew I could only find with Ana. Even on the darkest days and longest nights, my body was hers as much as hers is mine.
“I’m on birth control. I trust you. I need you.”
Her channel is wet and snug when I push in. Liquid fire envelops my cock and it’s so goddamn perfect. I should slow down and let her adjust to my thickness. I should, but I can’t. I continue filling her, swirling and grinding while my heavy balls slap against her bottom.
Her sounds are my guide. Ana moans, whimpers, and sighs yes, yes, yes. I’m listening for one word, and until I hear it, her beautiful submission is mine to take. I take and take till my senses overfill.
Drowning in the sound and aroma of her pleasure is the most inconvenient time to realize my error. Which is, as much as I had fantasized about exactly this position, what I crave is to watch her face when she comes for me. To lock our eyes when I spill into her.
I grab the fabric that pins her wrists together with one hand and her hair with another. I pull my cock out almost all the way and then plummet hard. The headboard smacks against the wall. Ana’s yes, yes, yes echoes in the room. I shove deep once, twice, three times. Then I stop.
She wiggles her shoulders in complaint. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close, Bryce.”
I undo her ties and then flip her so she’s on her back.
“You’re still dressed,” she says. The only thing exposed is my angry cock, straining for the ceiling.
I pull her to a corner. Lining up the fat head of my arousal, I’m crested at her entrance.
“So eager to eat you and fuck you, can’t even bother to remove my clothes. This is what you do to me, Ana. Now you’re going to take me deeper than you’ve ever taken anyone, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Good girl.” In one plunge, she wraps around my length. I’m lost. Thrusting my hips forward, I stay in her depths while rubbing her clit. With steady pressure, I churn her wetness. All the while, I’m buried in her channel and grinding without mercy. That hair I’ve wanted to touch from the first moment I saw her is spread on the sheets, a halo befitting a goddess. My goddess.
Her pussy begins to quake and pulsate. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”
The heat at my lower back engorges my already throbbing cock and she convulses. Ana climaxes beautifully, eyes rolling back and mouth agape. She comes hard, her body’s pleasure coaxing my orgasm as it keeps going and going. By the time she’s drawn the last drops out of me, I’m seeing stars along the edges of my vision.
Finally, my vision realigns and my awareness sharpens. “Anastasia,” I whisper.
I’ve said her name in the dark and to myself every time I sought release. Now, I say it in the light of day and to her face.
It might seem like she’s the one yielding, bowed and sweaty and spent under me. But I’m the one laid at her feet. Though worn and battered, my heart has always been hers.
“Come here,” I say, lifting her to the middle of the bed. I kick off my jeans and pull off my shirt, damp from exertion. After lying down, I cover Ana’s back with my chest and place kisses on her hair, against her ear, in the crook of her neck.
“Was that bind too tight?” I ask, noticing the faint redness on her wrist. I had checked to make sure there was wiggle room. It’s possible I miscalculated and should correct that for next time.
Next time.
Those two words haunted me every time I thought of Ana for the last thirteen years.
Next time I’ll do it differently, say the right things, be the man she deserves. I lived by the mantra of “next time,” all the while unsure if there would ever be another chance to make things right.
