Page 38 of Losing Ansley

He senses it, so he loosens his hold on my waist and brings his hands up between us to cup my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples. He pulls his mouth from mine and leans down, taking my nipple.

"Keep moving, baby." He encourages me, and it takes me by surprise. I was about to stop so I could focus on his mouth. But I keep moving, and now my senses are being assaulted. I didn't realize how sensitive my breasts could be. He moves his lips to the other breast but begins to massage the one he abandoned. When his teeth pull my nipple into his mouth, I fall over the edge with a shout.

I collapse into his arms, but then I'm flipped over onto my back, and he begins to move in me, chasing his orgasm.

"Are you on birth control?" He asks through gritted teeth, and I nod. "I need to come in you." He grunts out. "Fill you up." He moans, and I grab his hips, ensuring he stays where he is.

"Come on, Linc." I moan. Before I can say anything else, he's thrusting harder. One hand is above my head, and the other comes to my leg and lifts it so it's wrapped higher around his waist. It's a minor adjustment, but he's hitting the spot in me that I didn't realize I had. He thrusts, and then he comes with a shout.

His head lands into the crook of my neck, and he nuzzles into my hair as he kisses anywhere his lips can touch.

"One more baby. I owe you one more." His voice sounds like rocks, and I smirk.

"You do know I can count," I say, and he stills. I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile as he leans up to look down at me and arches an eyebrow. My tongue comes out to lick my lips as I wait to see what he's going to do.

"I do know you can count. Brat." He replies, and my mouth pops open as he chuckles. "I'm going to grab a washcloth." He pulls out of me and walks to the bathroom, returning quickly. He cleans me, and I can't stop myself from squirming. I'm so sensitive. I have no idea how he will pull another one out of me.

When he's done, he offers his hand, and I accept it. He pulls me up and walks us back to my bedroom, disposing of the cloth in the laundry basket. He gets on the bed and leans against the headboard. He pats between his legs.

"Come here, sweetheart." He instructs, and I hesitate.

"We need to discuss how we want to experiment with each other." He says, and I climb onto the bed. He pulls me between his legs, and I lean against his chest. He kisses me on the shoulder and grabs the throw blanket I have on the bed, spreading it over me.

"So you don't get cold." I sink even more into him, and he wraps his arms around my middle, holding me tight. He leans his chin on my shoulder and begins to speak softly.

"The idea of spanking excites you." He states. It's not a question. He saw how turned on I got earlier from him talking about it, but I speak up anyway.

"Yes." He hums, and the fingers of his left hand begin to draw circles on my skin, causing me to suck in. "That tickles, Linc." He chuckles and stops moving his hand.

"That's good, Ans. I want you to communicate with me. You will be in control when we do a spanking scene the entire time." He states, like I should know this.

"Will I?" I question, and he runs his lips over my neck again.

"Yes, there's a color code system we will use. Red means you've reached your limit and need to stop; yellow means you're beginning to reach your limit and slow down; green means you're okay, and I can keep going. Throughout the scene, I'll check in with you and ask you for your color, and you'll respond immediately and tell me." He pauses, and I ponder what he just told me.

"Okay. That works great for a spanking scene. But what if I'm unable to talk?" I ask.

"Can you give me an example?" He replies, and I swallow. I'm going to have to say this out loud.

"What if you're fucking my face, and I can't talk?" His cock twitches behind me, and I bite my lip. Well, that's something he's interested in.

"In that case, you could either pinch my thigh or tap my thigh, and I would stop immediately." I nod as I rub my thighs together. Just talking about this is turning me on. "So, you'd like that?" He asks, referring to my question. I pull my lips between my teeth and squirm, feeling him harden against my back.

"There's not too many things I wouldn't like with you, Linc. But, yes, I would." He moans in my ear and kisses my neck.

"Fuck, baby." He takes a deep breath and pauses as he imagines it. I rub my hands down his thighs, but he catches them and traps them between his arms and my stomach. "Not yet." He warns, and I whine.

"What about anal?" He asks, and I stop moving and thinking about earlier. I must be quiet for a while because he prods me. "Ans?"

"It's not something I ever thought about before. When you did that thing with your thumb earlier, it felt good, and I liked it. But that's not the same, is it? I may not have been a virgin, but I don't have much experience, Linc." I admit to him, and I can feel him preening. Men.

"That's something we'd probably need to build up to. I've done a lot of research on this. I can send you some things I've read about it because the last thing I want to do is hurt you. Unless the pain leads to pleasure."

I rub my thighs together again. This is turning me on so much.

"So, how would that be pleasurable?" I ask. He removes his arms around my waist and rubs them down my thighs, and I move my hands to his thighs.

"Well, I'd get to fill you up from behind." He says as he rubs his hands back up my thighs, dipping them between my thighs and spreading my legs a little. I suck in a breath in anticipation, but he doesn't touch me where I want him to the most.

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