Page 35 of Losing Ansley

"I…" She trails off.

"Ansley…" I warn, and she tries to shake her head.

"I want to tell you, but you may not want to hear it." She whispers, and I hold her tighter as I turn my head and kiss her right below her ear.

"You can tell me anything. I promise. I may not always like it, but I will listen." I exclaim, and she swallows against my hand.

"Other men I've been with could barely get me off. I always had to finish the job. You're the only guy that's ever been able to make me come." She pauses like she's trying to gather her courage.

"I've never been able to make myself come more than once. I thought it was physically impossible until you. I heard women could have multiple orgasms, but I thought it was lies until you." She sighs against me after she finishes talking as if glad she got that off her chest.

"It's because you didn't have someone in tune with you," I tell her, gently pushing her back down so she's on all fours again. She looks over her shoulder at me.

"And you're in tune with me?" She asks as I grip my cock and line it up with her entrance. She's still glistening.

"Absolutely. I've been in tune with you for years, sweetheart." Then I slam into her, and she falls forward; catching herself on her elbows, she grips the blanket. I rock my hips against her, and we both moan. She feels so good around my cock. She turns her head to look back at me again.

"What about…" She trails off when I pull out and push back in, making sure I roll my hips to hit all the right spots. But she doesn't give up. "What about me?" She finally gets out. I lean forward and mouth her ear.

"You get to in your head, sweetheart. I help you relax and get out of your head." I say and roll my hips into her causing her to clutch at the blankets more.

"Lincoln." She moans out, and I love the way it sounds. I lean back, rub my hands down her spine to her ass, and massage her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I can stare down at her hole. I'm obsessed. I bring my thumb to it again and circle it, causing her to sputter.

"I want to fuck this ass so bad," I exclaim, and she moans. I slip my thumb down, gathering some of her wetness, and then bring it back up to rub around her. She whimpers, and I pause.

"Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?" I ask her, and she shakes her head. "That's my girl." I praise her for her immediate answer.

Licking my lips, I gather more of her wetness, rub again, and press the tip of my thumb into her. I don't move it; I hold it there and continue to roll my hips into her. I tip my head back and moan. God, she feels so good.

"Ansley, you're doing so good at taking all I've got, my cock, just everything I give you." I praise her, and she whines as she presses back against me. I feel her walls flutter, telling me she's close.

"Lincoln." She gasps out. "I need…" She starts rocking against me harder. She’s in her head, so I put my hand on her hip and stop her.

"Stop thinking, sweetheart. Just let it happen." I encourage her, and she moans as I angle her hips, so I rub right against her g-spot.

"I love being inside you, Ans. It's like you were made for me." I rub my palm up her spine, gather her hair into my fist, and pull it, so her head tilts back.

"So fucking beautiful," I declare. I look down at my thumb inside her and my cock moving in and out of her. "So fucking sexy." I move my thumb, and she whimpers again.

"Touch your clit, sweetheart." She adjusts herself so she can move her hand down her body. When she touches her clit she begins to moan.

"Oh god…" I feel her tighten around me. "Oh my god. Lincoln." She's chasing her orgasm, and then she's exploding around me. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She says over and over again. I slowly take my thumb out of her, gripping her hips, and pound into her chasing my orgasm. At the last second, I pull out and come all over her back.

She collapses on her stomach, and I fall to her side, landing on my stomach. I wrap my arm around her, not caring that it's landing on my release. I pull her close, nuzzling my nose into her neck and shoulder. She turns her head so she's facing me.

"I think you killed me." She whispers, and I chuckle. "My tombstone will say death by orgasm." I snort, and she grins at me. I lean forward and kiss her on the nose.

"I'll give you a little reprieve so we can shower and hydrate, but you still owe me three more orgasms," I tell her, and she smirks as she leans forward and kisses me. It's a lazy kiss, and I love it. When we pull apart, I push up from the bed.

"I'll be right back. I'll go grab a washcloth to clean off your back." When I return, she's sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands bracing her, and her head is down. I sit down next to her and gently wash off her back.

"You okay?" I ask, scared I've hurt her in some way. She looks up at me, and I notice the tears in her eyes. "Ans?" I place my hand on her jaw and wrap my arm around her, discarding the washcloth.

"I'm fine." She sniffs. "It's just…." She sighs and looks back down at the ground. "I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you for so long." At her words, I pull her onto my lap, her arms immediately go around my neck, and I lean forward, kissing her jaw and throat wherever my lips touch.

"Me too, sweetheart. Me too." I kiss her softly and pull back, keeping my forehead against hers. "I'm never letting you go," I tell her, and she smiles at me lazily. I pat her ass, encouraging her to get up. She slides off my lap, and I lead her to the bathroom. We shower together, washing each other, and I love every second of it.

Ansley doesn't let her guard down often, but I have the privilege of seeing her just as she is. When we're done showering, she throws on my discarded shirt, and I pull on my boxers. We walk to her kitchen, and she pops some popcorn while I grab us a bottle of water. As we wait for the popcorn to finish, I pull her against me so she's standing between my legs.

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