Annie lets out a muffled gasp as my cock eases in, and I’m just halfway in when I feel her stiffen beneath me.
Freezing, I slowly pull myself out to see myself covered in a layer of her arousal, and?—
And… My eyes go entirely black.
I wasn’t thinking—haven’tbeenthinking. She’s unmarried, unspoken for. Cares for her grandmother. I myself haven’t been with anyone for years. Not this way.
She watches my face contort in realization, and her cheeks are suddenly dusted in rose. “I didn’t think it mattered. I told you about myself. What I do here. I don’t know what you were expecting.”
When I don’t reply—I’m unable in the moment, feeling the alarming urge to open and snap my jaws shut—she moves to sit up.
“Itdoesn’tmatter.” I fix the dumbfounded expression I’m wearing and bring her hand to my mouth, speak against her knuckles, my lips lingering longer than they should as I try my hardest not to glance down at the glistening redcovering me. “And I wasn’t expecting anything from you. I promise.”
Annie hesitates, watching me closely, reading too much in the pause before I flip and kiss her inner wrist, as if she's waiting for me to regret this. Regrether. To pull back or change my mind.
I don’t.
“You think your inexperience is something I mind?” I murmur, dragging my gaze up to meet hers. “Mon cœur, it only makes this more precious.”
“I am not inexperienced,” she growls softly, her guard giving way to something deeper, more profound than annoyance. “I’ve been pleasured before. And I’ve brought myself to it. But I’ve tended to my grandmother since I was seventeen, not out of duty alone. I care for her. She is my only family here.” Annie’s face is bright red. “One doesn’t easily come and go from such a life, you see. It leaves little room for leisure or introductions, let alone attachments.”
“You’ve given so much of yourself without asking for anything in return. I’m sure your grandmother is grateful, and the people who truly matter will see how special that is. They will wait if they must. If this is your first time, then I’d be honored to be the one to make you feel safe in it. Wanted. And, if not…” I offer her a smile I hope is consoling rather than hungry. “I have time. Lots of it.”
“Health and fortune on your side, granting,” she adds.
I laugh unexpectedly, but the distrust in Annie’s eyes starts to return. And for good reason.
I’ve gripped myself over her. Her noticing, watching me start to pump my cock with her come and blood, is sickening, yet I don’t think I’ve ever been more hard. There is something wholly, utterly wrong with me tonight, and I cannot help it.
Annie cups my hand in hers andbegins to move our fingers together, up and down my shaft, mesmerized. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit, low in my throat.
“Revolting,” she breathes. But excitement swallows her pupils whole. “What else do you like?”
It has been so long, I don’t remember what I like outside of having the company of a beautiful woman in my bed. I don’t even know if I’ve had the time or opportunity to explore what I enjoy, but of two things I’m certain—that I’ve never been graced by such a lethal presence before, and that the urges I feel tonight have never once plagued me.
Restraint altogether has eluded me since the moment I stepped into Lewis & Allenby’s. Stepped onto the dock, really.
I’m unable to formulate words as she guides my hand up, and down, licking her lips.
“Show me,” Annie mouths.
Fuck. I rise over her, and this time my kiss is fierce and demanding. Her body responds immediately; Annie’s fingers go to the remainder of her blouse buttons.
I catch her hand at her front. “You’re always the one dressing others. Undressing them, making them feel their best. Allow me do to that for you.”
There’s reluctance there, but she obliges as I begin removing her clothes, lace by lace. Layer by layer. When I peel her chemise away, my mouth goes dry. She is exquisite…
Anddistracted, gripping me and canting my head toward her with one hand. It is I who shudders when she guides me past her ridden up skirt. I groan and lean into her, cupping her full breasts with one hand, teasing a peaked nipple with my tongue and teeth.
When I pull away, Annie looks up at me, her eyes sultry and dark, framed by wisps of lashes that beckon my soul; shesucks the blood off of her middle and ring fingers as I slowly enter her.
I’m about to lose myself, yet feel at home at the same time. My hand travels from her breast, up the side of her throat as I stroke her, gently at first, with what little restraint I can manage. My fingers settle upon her neck, just below her jaw.
Her eyes widen.
“Does this scare you?” I whisper.
