“Oh. Please. Christian. Sir. Please,” she begs.
Oh, to hear her use those words.
This is not a “no.”
I skim my fingers over her body toward her panties, teasing her soft skin. Suddenly her pelvis flexes, spilling the wine and the now-melted ice from her navel. I move quickly to lap it up, kissing and sucking it off her body.
“Oh dear, Anastasia, you moved. What am I going to do to you?” I slip my fingers into her panties and brush her clitoris as I do.
“Ah!” she whines.
“Oh, baby,” I whisper with reverence. She’s wet. Very wet.
See. See how nice this is?
I push my index and middle finger inside her and she trembles.
“Ready for me so soon,” I murmur, and push my fingers slowly in and out of her, eliciting a long sweet moan. Her pelvis starts lifting to meet my fingers.
Oh, she wants this.
“You are a greedy girl.” My voice is still low and she matches the pace I’m setting as I begin to circle her clitoris with my thumb, teasing and tormenting her.
She cries out, her body bucking beneath me. I want to see her expression, and reaching up with my other hand, I slip her T-shirt off her head. She opens her eyes, blinking in the soft light.
“I want to touch you,” she says, her voice husky and full of need.
“I know,” I breathe against her lips, and kiss her, all the while keeping up the relentless rhythm with my fingers and thumb. She tastes of wine and need and Ana. And she kisses me back with a hunger I’ve not felt in her before. I cradle the top of her head, keeping her in place, and continue to kiss and finger-fuck her. As her legs stiffen, I drop the pace of my hand.
Oh, no, baby. You’re not coming yet.
I do this three more times while kissing her warm, sweet mouth. The fifth time I still my fingers inside her, and I hum soft and slow in her ear, “This is your punishment, so close and yet so far. Is this nice?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
God, I love to hear her beg.
“How shall I fuck you, Anastasia?”
My fingers start again and her legs begin to quiver, and I gentle my hand once more.
“Please,” she breathes again, the word so low I barely hear her.
“What do you want, Anastasia?”
“You…now,” she pleads.
“Shall I fuck you this way, or this way, or this way? There’s an endless choice,” I murmur. Withdrawing my hand, I snatch the condom from the bedside table and kneel up between her legs. Keeping my eyes on hers, I pull her panties off and discard them on the floor. Her eyes are dark, full of promise and longing. They widen as I slowly put the condom on.
“How nice is this?” I ask, as I wrap my fist around my erection.
“I meant it as a joke,” she whimpers.
Thank. The. Lord.
All is not lost.
“A joke?” I query, as my fist slides up and down my cock.
“Yes. Please, Christian,” she begs.
“Are you laughing now?”
“No.” Her voice is barely audible, but the little shake of her head tells me all I need to know.
Watching her needing me…I could explode in my hand just looking at her. Grabbing her, I flip her over, keeping her fine, fine ass in the air. It’s too tempting. I slap her cheek, hard, then plunge inside her.
Oh, fuck. She’s so ready.
She tightens around me and cries out as she comes.