Page 13 of Awakening Anna

Chapter Seven

After a short nap,Anna awoke to a hand traveling across her rib cage. Even now, satiated and barely awake, every nerve ending in her body craved his attention. A touch and she was wet. When he suckled her breast, she moaned.

“What was that?” he asked. “Is there something you wanted to say?”

It would have taken an act of God for Anna to speak. Max continued to suckle like a dying man presented with clear spring water. With little more than a pluck of her other nipple, she came undone.

The abrupt shock to her system sent her reeling as if she'd been hit by lightning. Max never hesitated. He simply moved over her and took the other breast in his mouth. Anna seriously thought she might die, but just as she contemplated putting on the breaks, Max slid a hand between her legs to rub her clit.

All thoughts of saving herself vanished.

So wet she could smell her own sex, Anna gripped the sheets while Max lingered just below her naval. One finger still driving her mad, he said, “You're more beautiful than I imagined.”

She opened her eyes to see Max’s hot gaze taking her in. “Tell me. How did you imagine me?”

Max met her gaze with raw desire in his own. “Tell you how I've spent long, sleepless nights, picturing you down here in this bed? Under these covers? Under me?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Tell me.”

Max entered her with one finger, and her voice fled. When he added a second, stretching her, she bit the side of her hand to keep from screaming out.

“I imagined you taking off that little white blouse you often wear. Letting it slide off your shoulders and down to the floor. Then you'd unbutton your long skirt and let it fall away.” Max lifted one of her legs to kiss the inside of her knee. “You’d step into the moonlight, and take my breath away.”

As his words surrounded her, heightening her arousal, he caressed her bottom. When he molded her to fit his hand, Anna nearly drew blood from her own.

“The image of you naked made me painfully hard, but I couldn’t look away.”

Anna envisioned herself as he described. Standing before him in nothing but moonlight and need. And she could see him standing in her bedroom, waiting for her to move. Waiting for her to come to him.

“Just when I thought I'd die if I didn’t touch you, you’d let your hair fall around your shoulders. Then you’d come closer, and I’d tell you to touch yourself for me.” In a masterful but gentle tone, he said, “Touch yourself, Anna.”

Hypnotized by his voice, she touched her breast, tentative at first. When she rolled her nipple between her fingers, her body jerked.

“That's it, baby.” Max curled his fingers inside her. “Bring yourself higher.”

Ever obedient, she massaged both breasts, tugging on her pebble-like nipples and sending tremor after tremor down to her sex. Down to his fingers.

“You're so wet. Let me watch you take it all the way.”

Riding his fingers, Anna kept one hand on her breast while the other slid between her legs. Finding the sensitive spot, she toyed and tortured until her hips were writhing off the bed.

“So close,” she muttered. “I’m so close.”

“I want to be inside you, Anna. I want to feel you come around me.”

She nodded her agreement, and seconds after she heard the sound of ripping paper, she found herself lifted onto her hands and knees. With a powerful thrust, he drove in hard, and Anna shoved back in reaction. Her thighs were spread wide, giving him the access he needed to fill her completely.

Other than in the kitchen, Anna had never experienced this position before and was surprised to find how much she liked it. Max kneaded her ass, keeping the rhythm steady, but she wanted more. Lowering her upper body to better the angle, she drove back with every thrust, spiking the pressure higher. When Max reached around to slip a hand between her thighs, her control snapped, and the orgasm rocketed through her.

Max continued for several more demanding thrusts before finding his own release and falling against her. They lowered to the bed and settled with her back against him, bottom cradled against his hips, muscled arms tight around her middle.

Soaked with sweat, they lay still in each other's arms.

“Are you all right?” Max asked, his voice muffled against her neck.

Was she all right? Talk about an understatement.

“Am I still in one piece? Because I'm pretty sure there could be bits of me all over this room.”

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