Chapter 4

Annie wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. One moment she had been exhilarated by the attention, the praise, the unbearably sweet things Jeff had said about her. Then in the next moment she was getting judged by her friends until Jeff stepped in with one of his famous speeches and she was getting whisked away back to his car. Her head was spinning a little from the roller coaster ride the evening had turned into, and from the amount of champagne she had consumed, and she really didn't have the energy to go to whatever dinner Jeff had so kindly planned.

"Jeff, you can just take me home. I really don't feel like sitting in some restaurant. I think I just want to go to bed."

"Like hell you are," he said, his jaw still tense.

He whipped his cell phone from his pocket and immediately began an odd conversation with someone he called Suyin. Annie wrapped her coat around her like a blanket, curled up in the seat, and leaned her head against the window. The next thing she knew, they were parked and Jeff was getting out of the car and coming around to open her door. She looked around once she was out on the sidewalk, confused by her surroundings.

"Jeff, this isn't where I live."

"No, this is where I live. This is where we're having dinner. Come on."

She trotted along behind him, feeling too fuzzy to object. He led her to an elevator and they rode a few floors. She knew that the building wasn't anything like the place he must have lived when he was still a practicing lawyer, but it still seemed like a luxurious haven compared to her little hellhole. It only took two locks to open his door, and Annie found the apartment exactly as she would have pictured: minimalist, but with gobs of money spent in all the right places. She could just imagine the sort of place he lived before his "fall", but really she couldn't imagine needing an apartment any nicer than this one. She took a seat on the couch after he swept away with her coat, and she began to unbuckle all the straps that were keeping her trapped in her shoes. There was a knock on the door and she jumped out of habit, but Jeff walked by and set his hand briefly on her shoulder.

"I'll get it."

He opened the door and made friendly small talk before he gave the man some money in exchange for a large paper bag. He latched the door and turned around, giving her a big grin.

"Dinner is served milday. No need to get up, the waiter will be right with you!"

She giggled. Then began to honestly laugh as she watched him balance the various boxes and containers of Chinese takeout like it was a gourmet meal. He cleared the few magazines from his coffee table and laid the spread before her.
"I wasn't sure what would be your favorite, so I just had Suyin make a little bit of everything. Fork or chopsticks?"

"Chopsticks, please. Jeff you didn't have to go to all this – "

"Hey! I promised you dinner! And one of the rules of a Jeff Winger evening is if I promise you food, I will provide food." He handed her a paper plate and Annie thought her heart might burst out of her chest. She had never seen Jeff be so considerate to someone else, let alone experience it herself. It was an amazing feeling to be the center of his attention for a whole evening, though she tried to stop herself from over thinking it.

He's still the same Jeff, Annie. With all the same hang ups he had before. He's just trying to make sure you have a nice evening because you bring out the good person hidden somewhere deep inside him.

Annie let him steer the conversation while they ate, interjecting when she could or when she didn't have her mouth stuffed with chicken fried goodness. She didn't know who this Suyin was, but she seriously needed to send that woman a thank you card for making food so good.

When they finished eating Jeff began to put the unfinished dishes away and everything else in the trash.

"Want to pick out a movie? I don't exactly have an Abed sized library, and you should probably avoid all blank DVD cases, but there should be something there worth watching."

"Mind if I visit your bathroom first?"

"It's straight down the hall, across from the bedroom."

Annie walked barefoot to the bathroom, enjoying the feel of the plush carpet under her feet. The shower alone was larger than her bathroom, and looked amazing with it's multiple showerheads and all sorts of nozzles and dials. She finished her business then checked herself in the mirror. She pulled the pins from her hair and ran her fingers through it to work out the glaze of hairspray. She wished she could change out of the ridiculous dress, but then she remembered the look on Jeff's face when she had opened the door. Perhaps it wasn't so bad that she had to leave the dress on.

Jeff apparently had other plans, for when she left the bathroom he was waiting for her in the hallway. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a delightfully tight tee shirt.

"Hey, I figured if we were going to turn this into a movie night you might want to change into something less, um, restricting. These will be too big, but at least they're clean and comfortable." He held out another tee shirt and pair of sweat pants.

"You can change in the bedroom. Then pick a movie?"

"That sounds great."

She tried not to beam at him as she took the clothing, his clothing, and traded places with him. She shut the door to the bedroom and took a moment to survey it. King-sized bed, of course, made of dark wood and dressed with dark bedding. It looked soft, and Annie suspected that the sheets would have an astronomically high thread count. She quickly unzipped her dress, trying not to think about how many other women had done that in this very spot. Her situation was completely different. She didn't have a very attentive Jeff-sized audience as she was sure any other woman undressing in his bedroom had enjoyed. Instead she just had her own reflection staring back at her from the mirror above his dresser. She changed quickly and escaped the room before she could think about the previous visitors in too great of detail.

She breezed through the movies and chose an action comedy that she hadn't seen in years. She got the DVD to the menu screen and curled up under the throw hanging on the back of the sofa, acutely aware of the fact that she was not wearing a bra and the apartment was slightly chilly.

"Oo, good choice. I haven't watched this in years." Jeff turned out the lights and sat next to her on the sofa, waiting for her to press play.

"It's one of my favorite movies, but I always seem to forget about it."

"Abed has a theory about that, but I don't recommend you ask him about it unless you have thirty minutes and nothing on earth you'd rather do. Are you chilly? I can turn the heat up if you'd like."

"No, I'm fine. Long as I can have this blanket."
"You're going to have to share. I am not dragging comforter out here, and that's my only blanket."

Okay, seriously Jeff? How am I not supposed to read into this, she thought as he scooted closer and she gave up some of the blanket. They were shoulder to shoulder, and Annie soon realized she had missed the entire opening of the movie. She laughed when she heard Jeff chuckle, but her focus was on controlling the tingling in her body and not the actors on the flat screen. When Jeff unconsciously put his arm around her, that tingling turned into an all out burn of desire. She knew he hadn't really thought about what he was doing because he froze the minute he touched her, and she waited to see if he would draw away. Instead, he slowly relaxed and pulled her into his side. Emboldened by his gesture, she snuggled close and wrapped her arm around his middle. She realized instantly that she had made a huge mistake: she could not handle being this closely cuddled to Jeff Winger. She began to memorize the exact shape of his abs, and his sexy laugh caused heat to pool in her center when it rumbled his chest. Annie couldn't even keep up with the plot of the movie now, but she was beginning to decipher between the scents of his fabric softener, soap, aftershave, and the scent that was just pure Jeff.

"I love this line," he said and Annie managed to quote it with him when the character reached it. They laughed, but really Annie was more ready to weep. She knew that Jeff was just being nice to her, but how did he not realize the torture he was putting her through? Did he really miss what a strong effect he had on her? If he had only an inkling of the arousal she was dealing with just because their skin was making contact for longer than a moment, he would never, ever, allow her to be snuggled with him on this unbearably comfortable sofa.

Yet Annie managed to make it to the credits without indicating that her nipples were so sensitive the brush of the cotton tee shirt was almost enough to make her moan. Her panties were a lost cause long ago, and she prayed Jeff wouldn't notice anything odd about her borrowed sweat pants before he threw them in the laundry.

"Are you tired, or do you want to watch another?"

Tired? Was he serious? Did he honestly think that she could relax even for a fraction of a second? Or was he just so disinterested that he could simply use her as a snuggle buddy and not feel even the slightest stirring in his nethers? Annie couldn't really bear the thought of suffering through another movie, but then she was terrified to call it a night, for fear that she would never see Jeff with his guard down like this again. So she was going to have to make it through as many movies as she could until he kicked her out.

"I'm not sleepy at all," she said truthfully. "Your turn to pick the movie, though."

"Why don't you pick again? I know I like all the movies on my shelves, so I can't really complain about any choice you make."

"Oh. Fair enough."

Annie felt instantly cold as she pulled away from him and crossed to the DVD cabinet. She looked through the titles, looking for anything that might cool her off when another idea struck her. She was going to be massively turned on no matter what they watched. Just being in the same room as Jeff got her bothered, so there was no coming back from their current situation. There was nothing, however, to stop her from selecting something that might encourage Jeff into a similar state of discomfort. Maybe she wouldn't get any relief out of it, and she might even be guaranteeing the truncation of her perfect evening, but if she was going to have to lie there and pretend that her body wasn't screaming at her to ravage him, well then at least he could be awkwardly miserable too.

She looked through the library with a new goal in mind, and was satisfied to find several options. She eventually chose a dark film about infidelity, one that she had never watched without having to masturbate at least twice afterwards. She grinned before heading towards the DVD player.

You've been sweet Jeff. But if I'm going to sink tonight, I'm bringing you down with me.

OoO

Jeff was hard pressed to think of a decision he had made over the course of the evening that he hadn't come to regret. He watched the couple on the screen moan and sweat, tangling their bodies together in a passion that was both forbidden and fleeting, acutely aware of Annie shifting to find a more comfortable position right next to him. Practically in his lap. Why had he let her get that close to him? Why had he let her select the movie? Why the hell had he brought her to his apartment? Oh sure, he knew she was still upset from their friends being such assholes, and he knew that keeping his reservations at the Mélange wasn't going to make her feel any better, but he could have ordered Chinese from her apartment as well as from his. At least there she could have changed out of the dress and into something comfortable that included a bra.

He had been uncomfortably aware of Annie's physical presence throughout the first movie, but when she had stood at the entertainment center looking for a new film, Jeff went from "uncomfortable" to "uncontrollable". He couldn't avoid noticing that beneath his shirt she was naked. Despite the fact that he had seen those same breasts uncovered in any number of poses that evening, there was something about her wearing his clothing and nothing else that made him incredibly horny. The feeling had only gotten worse when she wrapped her arms around his middle and rested her head on his chest. He shifted enough and strategically placed the blankets so she wouldn't be aware of the growing bulge in his pants. With each beat of his heart he could feel less blood reaching his head, and all that damn squirming Annie did was not helping any.

Halfway through the movie he began to mentally recite each amendment of the Constitution, before retracing his way through the Bill of Rights noting each legal loophole. Finally, when he switched to silently listing the most important Supreme Court cases of the 20th century, he managed to bore his erection into submission. His blood began to circulate more evenly, but all the work of willpower was exhausting him, and by the end of the film he knew he didn't have the strength to make it through another. He also knew he really didn't want to drive Annie across town and drop her off at that awful hellhole she lived in.

"Annie?"

"Hm?"

God her voice was sexy.

"I'm pretty beat. Would you maybe want to crash here tonight? I have a spare set of sheets we can throw on the couch and an extra toothbrush still in its packaging."

He held his breath as she rose, looking at him with those big blue eyes and slightly rumpled hair. She looked unbearably ravishable, and yet a bit wary.

"Jeff, you've been super sweet to me tonight. You don't have to babysit me though. I had a lot of fun tonight and I'm not going to cry myself to sleep because my friends were a little insensitive."

"Oh, I know that. I just…I figured you were probably as tired as I was and didn't really want to go all the way back to your apartment before you fell asleep. But if you want to go back that's fine. It's no problem to drive you."

Wow, Jeff, now you sound like a complete tool. Nice.

"Well, as long as you really don't mind…"

"Not at all! You're certainly a much more pleasant house guest than Chang."

Why did he say that? He reacted quickly to the look of horror on Annie's face.

"I burned the sheets he used! And the towels. I couldn't burn the toothbrush so I just threw it in a dumpster, but I honestly don't think he used it anyway! The apartment has been completely de-Changed."

"Oh thank god."

"You've no idea."

She smiled at this and finally shrugged her shoulders.

"Sure. Thank you. And I have to say, your sofa is way more comfy than the one in Abed's room."

That's because mine cost more than his tuition.

"I like it. Pain in the butt to move though."

She laughed and Jeff stood before the sound had a chance to affect him, busying himself with getting her bedding together. She seemed to take his cue and disappeared to the bathroom.

"Toothbrush is in the medicine cabinet," he called as he covered the sofa.

Once pillows were fluffed and the blanket arranged he filled a glass of water from a bottle in the fridge and turned down the lights so they were just barely glowing. He turned off the DVD player and looked around to see if there was anything else he could do. At a loss, he awkwardly waited in the doorway of his bedroom, waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom for the second time that evening. This time she seemed less startled to see him waiting for her. She had managed to wash away most of her makeup, though water still clung to her eyelashes and her cheeks were a little flushed from scrubbing.

"Feel free to holler if you need anything. Or help yourself to whatever you want."

"Thank you Jeff. I…I don't know what to say. You've just been so nice to me tonight and you really didn't have to be and, well, I hope you know that it really means a lot to me. And if there's ever anything I can do for you, I'll be happy to return the favor."

"Don't mention it. Occasionally I have to make you think that your goodness is rubbing off on me. Keeps you from giving up entirely."

"Well, whatever the reason, thank you."

She hugged him and he tried very hard to ignore the way her breasts pressed against his chest.

"Good night, milady," he said quietly before kissing her forehead. She tilted her head up to meet his eyes and suddenly he knew he was going to do something stupid. Slowly, he kissed her, and for a moment both of them froze. That hesitation lasted less than a breath, for the next moment her legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands were cupping her bottom, and she was pinned to the wall. Their tongues reached out for each other immediately and Jeff felt a moan resonate in his throat just before he heard Annie's. Her little hands were in his hair and her mouth was slightly minty from his toothpaste and amazingly sweet in a way that was just her. She gasped when he finally took his lips away to kiss a trail down her jaw, then nip her neck and shoulder.

"Oh Jeff," she moaned as one of his hands found its way to her breast and her own teeth latched onto the shell of his ear.

His knees wanted to buckle, but he kept himself standing, even as her tongue snaked into his ear and down to the sensitive spot just behind the lobe. A very quiet, yet insistent part of his brain screamed that what they were doing was ill advised, and would possibly yield cataclysmic results. Another part of his brain, however, recognized that what they were doing right at that moment was unavoidable. Their fates had been sealed from the moment she had put on that little dress. Or perhaps not until she had laughed at the Keystone when she realized she was in a room full of naked likenesses of herself. Whenever the precise moment was, it had determined that neither Jeff nor Annie would be able to escape this night unscathed.

He backed away from the wall but kept her firmly in his arms as he began to walk into his bedroom, his lips reclaiming hers until they reached the bed. He set her down as gently as he could, then stripped his shirt before pulling the sweats off her lower half as she took off her own tee shirt. His cock twitched when he looked down at her, wearing black panties that he knew he has seen in a Victoria's Secret catalogue. From his view, the magazine had not done those little bits of lace and ribbon justice. He descended on her, kissing her thighs, hips, stomach, dipping his tongue in her naval, then up to her breasts. He wanted to keep going, but then he saw those amazing nipples straining for attention and he couldn't resist. Her back arched when his teeth captured the little pink bud, his tongue teasing along while he used his hand to mirror his actions on the other breast.

"Jeff," she moaned, and the sound tingled down his spine. There was something so incredibly arousing about the way she said his name.

He switched breasts then moved to her rib cage, biting a little harder than he had planned where the bottom of her ribs stood out from her body. She squealed and her grip on his hair tightened, causing Jeff to smile. He gave her the same treatment on the other side, enjoying the bright red marks he was leaving on her light skin. Suddenly she was pushing him and Jeff backed off, giving her the leverage she needed to switch their positions. She immediately took to his neck, her silky hair tickling his skin as she nibbled and sucked on all the right spots to give him that tingling feeling in his toes. Jeff now had the perfect opportunity to enjoy the bare cheeks exposed by the very well designed lingerie. He ran a hand up her back as her mouth moved lower. She nipped his collarbone then trailed kisses down his chest, looking up at him with a look that made his skin burn. She smirked when she reached one of his nipples and mimicked his treatment of hers.

Jeff growled, and didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed as he normally did when women discovered this particularly strong erogenous zone. Annie had him half way to an orgasm and he was still wearing his pants. Thankfully her attention was quickly diverted to his abs and he had the chance to regroup. He watched her movements, enjoyed her attention, but knew that if she continued down the path she was on he was not going to make it nearly as far as he wanted to. So he palmed her ribs and pulled her to him so that when he sat up she was straddling him, sitting in his lap with her breasts pressed to his chest. Her brow wrinkled and he couldn't help but smile at her little mewl of protest. He kissed the tip of her nose, cupped her cheek and kissed her lips, softer than he had before. She immediately responded with fire and enthusiasm, but slowly he soothed her movements. Yes, he needed a breather, but Annie needed something better from him than a thoughtless fuck. He pulled back and kissed her forehead then felt her sigh.

"You're stopping aren't you," she whispered, more a statement than a question.

"Annie – "

"Jeff please. Don't make me beg for this. I want you to – "

He placed a finger on her lips and her head cocked as she looked from the finger to his face.

"Annie, I'm not stopping. Hell, I couldn't stop what's happening if I had the will power of Gandhi and we both know that is not the case. I just don't want to scramble through things tonight. If we're going to make a huge mistake, we might as well make it worth it, right?"

She gave him a wry, sad smile, but nodded. So he started to kiss her again, fighting very hard to keep a lid on the need that was building rapidly inside him. All it took was her rubbing her hips against his, ever so slightly, for his reserve to snap.

Well, I gave it my best shot, he thought as he once again flipped her to her back.

Annie squealed in delight when Jeff was on top of her again, kissing and stimulating her in places she had never known were sensitive. When he reached her hip with his teeth, cupping her ass in his hands she ran her fingers through his hair. Suddenly her wrists were caught and Jeff loomed over her, pinning her arms over her head.

"Don't move," he growled before barely kissing the tip of her nose.

He was gone again and Annie smiled to herself. She had been worried he would treat her like she was fragile and that any wrong move might scare her away. She certainly hadn't been prepared for Jeff to really –

"Oh shit!" she squeaked as he pushed her thighs open, pressing them into the mattress.

She watched him, fascinated as he ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of her thigh all the way from her knee to her…that place where her thighs came together. His tongue moved up to run just under the waist band of her panties and Annie wanted to scream when he licked the same trail on her other thigh to her knee. His large hands massaged her legs as he seemed to place his lips or tongue everywhere except that little spot aching for his attention. He kissed up to her bellybutton and Annie tried to hide her disappointment when suddenly his thumb pressed directly on her clit and she really did scream. While she was still seeing stars his thumb was replaced by his mouth, doing all sorts of amazing tricks through the fabric of her underwear. Still, she squirmed and whined, careful not to move her arms from where he had told her to keep them, needing to feel what he was doing without the buffer of lace. His hands ran up her thighs and those very wonderful thumbs hooked around the legs of her panties, slowly pulling them down her body.

Annie knew she was blushing, could distinguish the hot feeling from the other sensations in her body, as she watched him take her in. His eyes were incredibly focused on what he had uncovered, not looking when he threw her underwear away from the bed. She wriggled a bit, nervous and aroused by his intent stare, and he looked up to meet her gaze. She saw his hunger then, and when his usual smirk quirked his lips she thought she was going to die. Then that mouth touched her and she knew she really was going to die. She lost track of all the things he was doing to her, but was well aware of how each movement he made sent electric currents of pleasure through her body. When his tongue dipped into her she screamed again, but the cry was cut short by a gasp when his nose nudged her clitoris. She writhed on the bed, getting closer and closer to complete loss of rational thought. Annie knew he was watching her, and that just made her skin burn hotter. Suddenly his tongue withdrew from her, but was instantly replaced by a long, talented finger. His mouth focused on her over stimulated little bud, his tongue flicking it around as his hand thrust into her.

She broke when the finger was joined by another and they curled up to reach a bundle of nerves that were apparently attached to every other nerve cluster in her body. Annie may have screamed his name or the name of her first pet when she came; she was too lost to know. She wasn't aware of any feelings below her waist and her nose was tingling when Jeff was suddenly next to her, kissing her cheek and neck.

"God you're beautiful, Annie," he whispered to her as she began to return to her senses.

"Why are you still wearing pants?" she mumbled, causing him to laugh.

"That's a damn good quest…whoa!"

Her energy came back in a burst and she had ripped off his sweats and boxer briefs before he could react. She looked up at completely naked Jeff and finally saw what had still been hidden from her when he had posed for Carvelli's class. He wasn't as epically huge as his attitude would make people believe, but he was certainly large enough to make her question the physics of their situation. Tentatively, she reached out to touch him, encouraged by his sharp intake of breath when she wrapped her hand around the shaft. She stroked him slowly, fascinated by the smooth feel of the skin as it moved with her hand over the solid erection. He began to make his sexy growls and she no longer worried about how he would fit inside of her, she just needed him to be there now.

She straddled him and began to lower herself when he grabbed her hips.

"Annie, wait a second. Let me grab a – "

"I'm on the pill, Jeff."

"Oh…kay, but still there are other – "

"Jeff. Please. Just shut up and get inside me, okay? I need you, just you."

She guided his tip inside her before he could object. She couldn't push him any further and delighted at the feeling anyway. She began to move, watching his reactions to guide her. She had played just the tip before, not that with Vaughn there had been a real difference between the tip and the whole thing. Jeff was a completely different story. His hands were on her hips, trying to push her down further but she resisted, instead rotating her hips in a small circle. She enjoyed the strained look on his face as she taunted him, and the growing desperation in his eyes. Finally she relaxed and he pulled her down hard into his hips. The feeling was indescribable, enhanced by the look of relief on Jeff's face. He didn't move her for a moment, she supposed so that her body could adjust. She was anxious for more though, and so began to move her hips. This was all the encouragement Jeff needed and she was happy to let him take control.

He held her hips and began with slow, long thrusts that felt like deep breaths of air. Her thighs were shaking, so she leaned forward, holding herself up with her arms right by Jeff's head. He leaned up to kiss her as she changed her angle, rubbing herself against his pubic bone. Their moans mingled with their tongues and Annie felt the slightest shocks of a small orgasm. She started moving more deliberately, chasing the climax that seemed to shrink away each time she thought she reached it. She finally reached the first peak when she was literally thrown off kilter. Jeff began to thrust fast and hard as she rode out the orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his buttocks as he drove into her. Annie tried to catch her breath, but then he was kissing her and she felt her lungs burn before she remembered to gasp for air. Her nails were digging into his back as his pace increased and she knew that he was getting close. Then his hand was between them and his thumb found just the right pace to bring her to her third orgasm, making the others pale in comparison.

As every muscle in her body started to contract, she felt him find his own climax. He thrust deep into her, grunting with each spasm. She lost count after five and just kept clinging to him until he finally collapsed. He rolled them so they were lying on their sides, his arms wrapping around her as her thigh curled over his. She thought he kissed her forehead, but Annie was too focused on getting her breathing back to normal that she didn't really notice. She did feel him pull out and mewled in protest, until he pulled her closer. She snuggled into his warmth as he managed to get a sheet over them, but as the endorphins faded the doubts began to creep in. What had they done?

Had really amazing sex?

Annie mentally rolled her eyes at the optimistic idiot part of her brain. Of course it was hard to fight that optimism when she felt him slowly rubbing her back and playing with the ends of her hair. He had been so tender, almost painfully so, and there was no way that was something Jeff Winger would do with just any lady. He wasn't interested in making their hearts melt; he was interested in making them unable to have an orgasm ever again without comparing it to the one he gave them. Or three in her case.

"Annie?"

"Hm?"

"I can hear you thinking. You should stop it. We can over analyze things in the morning, okay?"

"I…okay," she conceded. Too much of her mind was caught up in trying to remember every little detail of the past hour anyway; she would have a much easier time thinking in the morning. So she turned over and let him spoon her and just focused on how very wonderful everything felt. And since Annie knew that the morning wasn't that far away, she could relax just enough to be lulled into sleep.

When she woke a few hours later, she decided that maybe if they were going to have a "Conversation About Things", they might as well still have some endorphin fuzzies to take the edge off of things. Jeff was conveniently sprawled on his back, the sheets tangled between his legs. He was half hard as Annie moved down on the bed, and as soon as her tongue touched him, Little Jeff sprung to attention. She felt that familiar tingle between her legs as she wrapped her lips around his tip and licked.

She watched him, waiting for him to wake up, as he grew harder in her mouth. There was something about the feel of a man getting an erection that really turned Annie on, and she began to pay less attention to Jeff and more on the fun of arousing him. She heard his breath change, letting her know that he was awake, but she was more interested in seeing just how far she could get him down her throat.

Hm, that far, she thought as she heard him gasp and felt him twitch. She loved the look of shock and hunger on his face as she continued to deep throat him, wrapping a few fingers around his base to follow the movements of her lips. She pulled back, her tongue swirling quickly around his head while her hand continued to stroke his shaft. When she started sucking lightly she was satisfied to hear him groan. She pulled away to say something snarky about getting up in the mornings, but his hand was suddenly on the back of her head guiding her right back to her previous position. She smiled and closed her eyes, happy to be focused on her task. She knew he was fighting the urge to thrust, and the thought of making him lose complete control made her feel powerful and sexy. She shot him a look that she hoped he understood, and was pleased when the pressure on her head increased and his hips began to move.

His movements were still somewhat reserved, she knew, having felt the powerful way he could let go the night before. Still, it took all of her concentration not to gag as he touched the back of her throat. Suddenly he popped out of her mouth and she looked at him, confused.

"Annie, I'm about to – "

She didn't let him finish the sentence, immediately reclaiming his cock and using each trick she knew to get him off. She began to fondle his balls, which were pulled tightly to his body, as she sucked and stroked. Annie felt the way he suddenly tensed and seemed to grow even larger, just before the first shot hit her throat. She swallowed greedily, knowing that the quicker she swallowed the less she would taste. Still, when she finally released him, there was a slight pleasantly musky taste in her mouth. She didn't have a chance to consider it before she was flipped on her back and he was inside her, thrusting hard. The surprise, coupled with his amazing hand between them, had her coming in moments, and this time she was well aware that she screamed his name.

"Wow," she murmured as he pulled out and moved to lie down next to her.

"You took the words from my mouth," he said in her ear before his breathing settled into a snore.

Annie smiled as she drifted back to sleep, enjoying the way Jeff's hand rested over her stomach, holding her tightly even in his sleep.