Page 35 of Darkest Love
I finally move my lips to her pussy and press them to her nub. Her hips practically shoot off the bed. A chuckle escapes my mouth. Anastasia flashes me an annoyed look that is tinged with embarrassment.
“It’s ok to enjoy this,” I tell her before moving my lips back to her clit. I run my tongue along her most sensitive area, tasting and pleasuring her. She slowly begins to arch her hips up into my mouth. Fuck, she tastes divine. Of course she does. She’s been driving me wild for weeks now. It was all worth the wait though.
“Oh,” she gasps, her hips bucking up when my tongue runs along her folds, close to her entrance. My hands grip her thighs, both to steady myself but also to steady her. Never has a woman driven me this insane. I’ve always been able to get whoever I wanted. But with Ana, she’s been making me work for her and it’s annoying but it’s also exciting. It’s a challenge I never saw coming.
I’m not going to waste this moment.
I press my lips harder to her clit, letting my tongue gently flick it. She gasps so loudly, I can’t help but smile. She leans back on her hands, spreading her legs wider, allowing me to access even more of her.
“Adrien,” she gasps, her head dropping back. She’s a thing of beauty, staring up at her body from between her legs.
“Take off your shirt,” I command. “Touch your breasts for me.”
Her head snaps up to meet my eyes with surprise. “Adrien…”
“Do it,ma chere. You’ll enjoy it. Let yourself go with me.”
After a moment, she slips her shirt and bra off, showing me her entire exquisite body. I kiss along her inner thighs, waiting for her to do what I commanded. Slowly, she brings her hands to her breasts, touching them and squeezing them and running her hands over them. She sighs her pleasure.
I can’t stop the smug grin from crossing my face as I bring my lips back to her bud. She runs her hands between her breasts down to her stomach to grip the back of my head. My smile grows. She wants this bad. Fuck. I need her so badly too like I’ve never needed anyone before.
When I thought she could have gotten hurt today, it made me so fucking angry. So angry that I could lose her. I’ve never cared about losing a woman before. Anastasia is just an ordinary woman but she’s also my wife. She’s someone who challenges me. She’s someone who drives me fucking insane.
But she’s also someone I have found myself starting to care about. The thought of losing her to Remy was too much to bear.
I run my lips and tongue over her pussy harder. I need her to find her release. I need her to enjoy herself with me.
The more Anastasia wants to be with me, the more we’ll get the chance to have sex someday.
But then what? I’ve only ever had one night stands and then I’ve left. I’ve never stayed behind. What happens when I stay behind with Anastasia after we have sex? Because it will happen. We both want it too much.
I can’t fall in love with her. I can’t risk breaking my heart again like how I felt when I lost my mother when I was a kid.
And yet, I can’t stop myself from pleasuring her with my mouth.
“Oh,” Anastasia moans, gripping the back of my hair tightly. It spurs me on and I bring my tongue down to her entrance. I slip it inside of her, just the tip.
“Adrien,” she gasps. The shock in her voice makes me smile. She did say she wanted an adventure. For all of her bravado, she’s really just a nervous young woman looking for her first sexual experience. I’m glad to give it to her.
The thought of any other man touching her pisses me off like nothing ever has. She is mine and only mine.
I bring my tongue back to her clit and flick and flick and flick until she’s a panting, gasping mess.
Her hips buck up into my face. Her toes curl. Her head drops back.
And right before my very eyes, Anastasia has her first orgasm from my touch. She shudders and trembles, gasping and breathing heavy.
Once she’s done, she lays onto the bed, looking more content than I’ve ever seen her.
I stand up. All I want is to take out my hard cock and claim her for the first time. If she were to say yes, I know I wouldn’t hesitate.
But…
I’m feeling some sort of way for her. A protectiveness. Those emotions are dangerous.
If I were to fuck her now, I’m not sure how I would feel. It would feel great physically, I know that. But emotionally?
I can’t risk falling in love with her.
