Page 26 of Mine to Tease

“As you wish.”

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As Ana and I continue our kiss, I maneuver my hands underneath the silky fabric of her dress to pick her up as I stand, and she wraps her legs and arms around me tightly. “Is he going to watch?” I ask her, noting Brinkley’s presence.

“He’s asleep,” she says with a smile. “We’ll just have to be quiet.”

“Quiet? You really have no idea what you’re in for, do you? I plan on all of New Orleans hearing me make you mine.”

Ana laughs. “Just, be gentle. I…I’ve only done this once before, and it’s been years and it was so quick that it hardly counts.”

“You don’t have to worry, baby. I’ve got you.” I kiss her once more. “You remember what I told you our first time together? Don’t think. Just lie back and submit to me. Can you do that for me?” She nods, and I lower her to her feet and quickly turn to pull the curtains closed over the windows above the couch. Grabbing the blanket from the end of the sofa, I lay it out flat so she doesn’t get cold. I think I’ve got all my bases covered until I remember condoms. I haven’t had a need for them, so I don’t own any. I’ll just have to remember to pull out before I cum inside her. Though, as I take in the silhouette of her body in that dress—the outline of her hips and thighs, the way it cups her breasts, the way her hard nipples threaten to rip the delicate fabric—I know that won’t be such an easy task.

“Admiring your dessert, Mr. Dupont?” she asks then.

“I’m always admiring you, my love.”

Ana takes a step toward me. Closing the distance between us, she brings her hands to the hem of my black T-shirt. I see she is just as impatient as I am. “Take this off,” she whispers, and I smile.

“That doesn’t sound like submission, Anastasia.”

“You can punish me later.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say. Sure, our arrangement is over, given way to something new, something better. But that doesn’t mean we have to give up all of our games.

She lifts my shirt. Her arms are too short to get it over my head, so I finish the job for her. Slowly, she runs her eyes over my chest, tracing every muscle, indention, and line of my tattoos. I notice her eyes linger on the one of my mother’s name sketched over my heart—Delia. She looks at me then with questions in her eyes. “My mother,” I say then.

“She’s the woman in your sketches?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And the man was?”

I lower my gaze as Ana brings her hand to my heart. She rests it over my tattoo and I pinch my eyes closed in response. This moment isn’t lost on me. My mother’s death is what made me scared to love. Now that I’ve fallen in love, the truth about my mother is what will bring Anastasia and me closer. “My father,” I say then. “The two people on this earth who made me afraid to love, though, for two entirely different reasons. Although, I should say formerly of this world. My mother died several years ago in a car crash.”

“Oh, Damon. I’m so sorry,” Anastasia says. Moving her hand from my chest to my cheek, she guides my eyes to hers. I lean into her touch.

“After I lost my mom, I never wanted to fall for anyone because I never wanted to lose them. And given my father’s violent nature, some of which may have been imparted on me, I guess I didn’t trust myself to love either. That’s why I set my boundaries, created my rules, and have kept everyone at arm’s length for far too long. But you…you changed everything for me, even though I wasn’t ready for it to change. You shattered my sense of control and made me realize I can’t choose when or how or with whom I fall in love. And now that I have, distance is the last thing I want.”

At that, I move my palms to her ass. Giving her a gentle squeeze, I bring my lips to hers. Our kiss quickly progresses as I pull her dress off over her head. I’m thankful I got a good look at her black lingerie earlier today, because I discard it just as quickly. “God, yes,” I moan as she stands before me naked. Her skin glistens under the glow of the fire. Her curls are so thick and messy that she looks like something wild, something of another world. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I fight against my urges and nearly a decade of suppression for a moment longer. Slowing my movements, I take my time with her before I lay her down. I run my hand up the curve of her body, from her hip to her neck. Replacing my fingers with my lips, I leave soft kisses on her neck between each nibble. At the same time, I bring my hand to her breast and massage her most sensitive peak. She moans in response and it is the most perfect sound.

“I’m so desperate to sink into you, baby, but I want you nice and wet first.” I drop to my knees then, my face only inches from her glistening pussy.

“Do whatever you want, baby. I’m yours. I trust you.” Anastasia is breathless as she speaks, her words triggering me at my deepest core. Even knowing the truth about my father, about my fears, she trusts me? I don’t feel worthy of her trust, especially knowing the secret I still haven’t had a chance to tell her yet. But I can’t hold myself back from her any longer. She said the rest can wait and I’m inclined to agree. I need her—now.

Anastasia watches me as I kneel before her and position my face between her legs. Slowly, I run my tongue along her folds, lapping up all her delicious juices. Then I tease her clit by alternating between my tongue and my thumb. I work her, just enough to have her shaking and grinding against me, not enough for her to cum. As I pull myself away from her, she looks at me with hazy eyes. Sweat sparkles on her stomach and forehead.

“You’re such a tease,” she says, her body still recovering from my attention to detail.

“Don’t worry, baby bird. It’s just that if I make you cum now, you’ll be too sensitive for what comes next.” I take her hand and lead her to the couch. “You taste like you’re ready.”

“What about you?” she asks, lowering herself to sit before me. I bring my hands to my belt and quickly undo my pants as her eyes drift to my groin. In one swift movement, I shuck my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. As the warmth from the fireplace dances across my erection, I only grow harder.

“You tell me. Do I look ready for you, my love?”

Anastasia takes me in, the tip of my dick only inches from her face. Her eyes widen in surprise. Though, as she licks her lips, I can tell she’s more excited than worried. “It’s already dripping,” she says, noticing my pre-cum. “Let me get that for you.”

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