Page 184 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

He slowly slid his hands around the back of her head and bent his head down to hers. His lips brushed hers lightly, waiting for permission to kiss her. Anna hesitated. She wanted him to, oh-so much, but... “We shouldn’t,” she said in a hoarse voice as she leaned forward.

His lips enveloped hers gently. “I know.” His tongue traced her bottom lip as his thumb caressed the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“Tommy...” She wanted him to continue... wanted him to stop. She didn’t know what she wanted.

“Anna...” He stepped even closer and captured her mouth with his, holding her head gently with both hands. Her hands slid up his hard chest and over his shoulders. His tongue slipped between her parted lips and past her teeth, stroking, caressing, dancing, and taking her breath away. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close.

She clung to him as if he were a life vest in the middle of the ocean. His kisses became more insistent, his embrace tighter. He slid his hands down her back and pressed his fingers into her hips. “Tommy...”

“Where’s your room?” he asked against her lips, his voice husky.

She pointed down the hall, and he picked her up and carried her around the corner and into her room, placing her gently on her bed. He stretched out next to her and pulled her close to kiss her again. His kiss was deep, passionate, loving. He caressed her back, her ass, her hips, and finally moved his hand up to cup her breast gently. She broke the kiss to gasp as he thumbed her nipple over her cotton camisole. The heat from his hand scorched her skin.

He kissed her neck when she leaned her head back, sucking on the skin above her collarbone. She moaned as he kissed her nipple over the soft material and sucked on it through the fabric. It puckered under his skilled mouth and she arched her back to press her breast deeper into his mouth.

She cried out softly as he pulled the camisole away, exposing the sensitive skin, and softly bit her now engorged peak. Her hands got lost in his hair as he swirled his tongue around and around, the nipple ring being jostled with the movements.

She caressed his cock over his jeans and he moved his hips in rhythm against her hand.

“Touch me,” he rasped.

Anna unfastened his jeans and wrapped her hand around his cock. She caressed his piercings and smiled at the throbbing hardness. They quickly disposed of their clothing and Anna kneeled next to his hips and took him into her mouth, moaning at his familiar taste.

“Oh, God, Anna!” He pulled at her hips and adjusted her legs so that she was straddling his head.

He held her hips and buried his tongue into her swollen pussy. She gasped against his cock as he sucked her clit hard, kneading her ass and brushing his fingers against her asshole.

He knew her body well. Knew how to make her moan and scream in passion. And he did both. She tried to concentrate on his delicious cock, but his tongue lapped at her clit as he sucked on it. She felt herself tingling, and then she leaned her head back as her orgasm rushed through her body.

“Tommy!” she cried, trying to pull away, but he held her firm until he sucked every ounce of pleasure out of her.

Tommy gently pushed her to her side and moved quickly above her, her head at the foot of the bed. In one swift move, he was inside her. His tongue mimicked the movements of his cock, thrusting slowly in and out. Anna moaned loudly and met his rhythm. His movements were deep and deliberate, making her moan with each deep thrust. Her fingernails dug into his back as another orgasm built.

“God, Anna!” He cursed as his cock throbbed deep inside her. She followed quickly, her muscles clenching around him.

He held her tightly and kissed her as he softened inside her. He nuzzled her neck and then rolled to his side, stroking her arm as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Anna grinned and turned to face him. “I think you’ve learned some new moves.”

He chuckled. “Maybe.” He kissed her again, sliding his hands down her back and hips. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

She ran her hand slowly over his chest and abs, loving every inch of him. She’d missed him so much...

Music sounded loudly, making them both jump.

“Shit.” Tommy sat up and reaching for his jeans. He pressed the screen and stood, running his hand through his hair. “Hey, baby,” he said in a gentle tone that ripped Anna’s heart in two. “Yeah, just getting some air... yeah... I can do that... okay... yeah, be home soon... love you, too.”

Anna sat up and stared at her blanket. His wife. She bit the inside of her mouth, trying to keep from crying out.

Tommy shrugged his clothes on. “I’m sorry, Anna. I have to go home.”

Anna nodded, not trusting her voice.

He paused after he’d dressed, standing next to the bed. “I’m sorry.” He leaned down, but she didn’t look at him. He kissed her temple, then left the room.

The apartment door opened and closed as she stared at her blanket. She hugged her arms around herself, rocking back and forth as she tried to understand the emotions coursing through her body. Her skin was cold; her blood was hot. She could hardly breathe. Her mind whirred. Her heart felt as if Tommy had run Devin’s jeweled dagger through it.

Tommy truly cared for her. He’d helped her escape.

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