Hey Guys, wow, glad you liked the lemons. I say if you're gonna go lemon go for the whole tree. Anyway, just in case your still craving something tart...( this may be a little rough...I only ran over it once...got a husband starvin' to death...poor man.. he's a fan fic widower.
Still Ana
Awareness came to her in a foggy haze. Soft kisses on her temple, warmth weighing down her body, hushed whispers in her ear.
"You back with me kitten?"
Back? Where'd she go? "Hhmm.." the bare hum of her closed lips was all she could manage, but it seemed to satisfy him. She felt the sliding release of pressure that was him leaving her. The absence of that warmth, chill air on her skin, then movement around the bed and her wrists being released.
"Stay put." a soft whisper over her head. She would have laughed if she could have worked up the breath. She couldn't even lower her arms, much less leave the bed. She felt him moving around the room, a drawer opening, clothing rustling, then soft steps and water running. Then he was back, a gentle touch to her thigh...she jumped when soft warm heat pressed to her – a cloth. Oh, he was cleaning her. That was...personal.
She brought one arm down, attempting to take over, "Um...I can.."
"No, this is my privilege kitten, lie still."
Well, since he put it that way...okay then...
The soft cloth moved between her legs, bathing her sex, her thighs. He left her for a moment, then strong arms pulled her up, and she was looking into his face, his beautiful eyes searching hers. Completely on its own her hand came up,one finger tracing his left brow. It quirked at her.
"Even your eyebrows are perfect." she heard a soft sigh, "It's really not fair."
"You think not?"
Her head drooped, her forehead resting on his shoulder, "Yes, yes I think not."
A soft chuckle and a kiss to her ear, "I think orgasms make you loopy."
"Loopy?" she felt her lips tilt up,
"Loopy." he confirmed, pulling her against him. She took the opportunity to nuzzle his shoulder through his soft tee shirt. She felt him stiffen slightly, as he wrapped one arm around her, while pulling down the bedding with the other, "In you go kitten."
He lifted her then, placing her on the soft, cool sheets, then crawled in beside her on his side facing her, and made a little rolling motion with his hand. She rolled away from him, he pulled her close, her back to his front, wrapping one arm around her, "Sleep sweet girl."
Sleep, yes that sounded...
Christian
Holy Fuck, he'd lost his mind. No contract. No rules. A virgin, in his bed. Though technically the virgin title no longer applied, because she'd given that to him, in a shocking, but immensely satisfying turn of events. The soft woman sleeping in his arms had turned his entire world inside out.
This couldn't continue. He should move her to her own room, her own bed, start setting some boundaries. Even as the thought entered his head, his arm pulled her closer. She felt good, soft and warm. Her sweet bottom tucked against him, her hair spread out on the pillow, her satin smooth belly under his hand. Screw it. He wanted her here, so she was staying, and that comforting thought sent him into dreamless sleep.
He woke in a full sweat, his heart jumping, his breathing ragged, with no memory of the nightmare he'd been trapped in just seconds before. His hand reached out before his mind grasped the reason. The cold emptiness on the other side of the bed was wrong.
No Ana.
His heart jumped for an entirely different reason. Leaping out of bed, his eyes flew around the room in a desperate search, before his ears picked up soft whispering. Looking for the source, he noticed the sheer panels in front of the balcony fluttering. Padding silently across the room, he pulled them back, the sliding door was partially open and Ana was on the balcony, leaning on the railing, whispering into her phone. He glanced back at the clock on the nightstand, two thirty-three a.m..Who the hell could she be talking to, then he caught a few words and had his answer.
"Jose', no..I.. absolutely not. ..Well, yes he did, I mean we did... of course not... how...many times did I what?...Honestly, fine... three or four...maybe five...I don't know..I wasn't counting..."
Well, he was. Silently he walked to her and slid his hand around her waist, grabbing the phone just in time to save it from plummeting through space to the sidewalk below, as she screeched and jumped into the air.
He put it to his ear, to hear Jose' rambling on, "...had that luscious hunk of yum-yum in my bed, I 'd damn well keep a running tally..."
"Four." He interrupted, before he had to listen to anymore lascivious 'luscious hunk of yum-yum' comments. Holding Ana in place in front of him with one arm, as she wriggled trying to get the phone back.
Shocked silence at the other end, nervous throat clearing, then "Well, I'm glad someone's keeping track."
"Good-night Jose', enjoy the suite." He disconnected, and tossed the phone into one of the large padded chairs clustered around the small round coffee table. His decorator had insisted this space was ideal for a leisurely morning coffee. He'd never used it.
"I'm sorry, I woke up and checked my messages..." His kitten started babbling, and attempting to turn and face him.
"Ssh," he pushed her forward with his hips, pinning her to the glass wall in front of her, "Put your hands on the railing."
She went still, very still, then slowly her hands reached out and gripped the round brushed metal rail in front of her.
"This shirt looks familiar, kitten." his hands wandered down reaching the tail of his dress shirt where it hit her mid thigh.
"I um...borrowed it."
"Mm-hmm, his fingers traced lazy circles on her outer thighs, "Tell me, sweet girl, is there anything under this shirt."
Ana
Ana bit down on her lip. How could he make such a small touch so moan-worthy. Her head fell back on his shoulder, all on it's own, tilting to give his wandering lips better access. Those barely there brushes of his fingertips moved slowly up her thighs.
"Am I going to find those pretty lacy panties?" his voice bathed her ear, then a tiny nip of his teeth on her lobe, "Tell me, Ana."
Tell him? Tell him what? Every nerve in her body was focused on those brushing fingers, making their way up to her hips and around to the front, closer and closer to...
Another sharp bite, "Are you listening to me, kitten."
"Yes..."
"And?"
"Um, no.."
"No..." his lips floated down her neck, "Kitten, I need you to do exactly what I tell you."
"Okay."
"I need you to unbutton this shirt, it's in my way. "
"Um, alright."
"Hmm, I think I'd like you to say 'yes, sir'."
Her hands stopped mid way, "what?"
"Yes, sir. When I ask you to do something you answer yes, sir."
"Why?"
"Because it pleases me."
"Oh,"
"Now, unbutton my shirt, three ought to do it."
"Yes, sir." oh, that was.. just...oh... a flood of moisture flowed from her.
Her shaking hands went to the front of the shirt, slipping the buttons through the holes. It wasn't easy, those brushing fingers were wreaking havoc on her basic motor skills.
"Good girl, now pull it off your shoulders, then put your hands back on the rail."
She complied, the shirt hung off her shoulders, but was still tight enough to stop over her breasts, a comforting thought, even though no one could see them. It was pitch black on the balcony and completely isolated, still she felt better being covered.
"Such soft skin."his lips grazed her shoulder, and still his fingers brushed over her hips to her belly, round and round.
"Now, my naughty girl, what will I find under this shirt?"
"Um..."did he want an answer?
A nip to her shoulder told her yes he did.
What could she say, "Just me."
She felt his small chuckle rumble through his chest, "Just you, perfect." those fingers brushed down to the front of her thighs, still little circles, "And how will I find you, kitten?" the little circles moved inside her thighs.
"Um, I'm not sure what you mean?" she gasped when those fingers brushed the very edge of her sex before moving down again.
"Will I find you soft, and plump, and wet?"
Oh, "Yes, sir."
"Yes, I thought so," the fingers brushed the outer lips of her sex, and over to the sensitive skin where her thigh met her groin, still in those soft circles,"Unbutton two more buttons for me."
Two more buttons, but that would expose her...another nip to her shoulder, "Do it now. I want to see those pretty nipples."
Oh, Sweet Lord, the man was just lethal, "Yes,sir." raising shaking hands, she slid two more buttons loose.
"Good, now lower the shirt...slowly.."
Oh God! She gathered the shirt in her hands and slowly began pulling it down. Aah, her head fell back, her eyes fluttered closed, as the soft linen rasped over the tight buds.
"Yes, that feels good doesn't it?"
"Yes, sir." the soft words floated from her lips, as the fabric fell away, exposing her breasts to the night..to him.
"Such a good girl," He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, "Now, I want you to cup those lovely breasts in your hands and play with those candy nipples for me,"
Oh, Holy Shit! Her hands moved up, but stopped just short of what he wanted.
"Don't be shy," His mouth pressed to her ear, "It'll feel so good, baby."
The wicked words mesmerizing her, her hands moved under her breasts, cupping the weight in her palm, her thumbs brushed over, then her fingers joined them, pinching. A soft moan fell from her lips, it did feel so...so.. good.
"Perfect, so pretty in the moonlight. I'm still very curious about, this." his fingers brushed lightly over her, "I wonder just how wet you are," one finger slid between her slick folds, "Mmmm, very." The brushing fingers now moved over her sex, little light as air revolving circles.
"Now, that we're settled. I'd like you to answer some questions for me?"
"What?" her fingers stilled.
"Questions. I'll ask, you'll answer."A soft nip to her neck, "Keep teasing those nipples, baby." her fingers returned to the aching peaks. His fingers brushed her sex. Lanquid heat slid through her, "Now, tell me, did you like it when I fucked you earlier?"
"Yes...sir."
"How many times did you come?"
"Um...four?"
"Yes, that's right, and do you like what I do to you? Controlling your pleasure?"
"Um...well.."
"Now kitten," a tiny nip to her ear, "don't lie."
"Yes, yes I like it."
"Yes, sir." another little nip.
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl, tell me are you sore?"
"Maybe just a little."
"Just a little. Well then, I think what you need now, is to be stripped of this shirt," suddenly the brushing fingers moved one hand leaving her, tugging the shirt, the other sliding past her outer lips and moving to cup her right up against her slit, "and fucked, very slowly and very gently from behind, right now, right here on this balcony."
Oh shit! her breath came in pants and a flood of moisture slid into his waiting palm, another low chuckle vibrated against her, "I see you agree."
Suddenly he stepped back, pulling the shirt the rest of the way down her body, "Step back, and bend over, grab the railing." His hands on her hips directed her, "Spread your legs." his foot tapped the inside of hers. she spread her stance, "Wider." he tapped some more, "Yes, that's good. Now arch your back, and lift your head."
She did her best to follow his instructions, the lust zinging through her, making it especially difficult.
"Oh, yes," One finger started at her neck and ran all the way down her spine, floating lightly over the seam of her ass, and all the way to her sex, where it circled her slit, "That's perfect, now don't move kitten. I'm going inside to get a condom, I want you waiting just like this when I get back, ready for my cock." Removing his hand from her slit, he traced a damp trail over the cheek of her ass, "Don't move, baby." The he was gone.
Oh god, what was she doing? Sprawled out waiting for him like some kind of concubine. Just as the thought entered her head her sex fluttered, her belly clenched, her nipples throbbed. It was all she could do to keep from rubbing her thighs together her pulsing sex some relief, but she waited motionless, her back arched.
She heard the wisp of the sheers being pulled aside, and then he was behind her, his naked chest leaning over her back, his arms stretched out over hers his lips brushing the base of her neck, "Such a naughty, kitten,"his whiskey soft voice feathered over her, "waiting with your ass in the air, your pretty breasts out, right where I can reach them," one hand reached around and pinched an aching nipple, her body arched even more, the brief pain morphing into sizzling heat, "You're very ready for me, aren't you?"
"Yes." She breathed out between pants.
"Yes?" another pinch.. harder.. sharper.
"Yes, sir." her gasp turned to a groan, when he palmed her, massaging the overly sensitive bud.
"Good Girl."
One hand grabbed her hip and then he was there, at her entrance, sliding deep inside in one long, slow stroke, his groan drowning out her soft moan, "Ah, Ana baby, you feel good." he withdrew all the way to the tip, and then back in again, slow, so slow. Out and in again, he moved in a lazy sensuous rhythm. His hands came around to cup her breasts, tugging and twisting her nipples in a rough caress completely at odds with the gentle smooth strokes inside her, the dueling sensations were devastating. Her body arched, craving more of the expert touch.
The city lights twinkling around them in the velvet darkness, the chill air on her heated skin, a soft breeze flowing over the pulsing knot of nerves between her legs, and the sumptuous glides, hard and hot, inside her. It all swirled around her, through her, taking her to a place where there was only pure, wanton pleasure...dark and rich.
"Such a pretty kitten, soft and sweet," the husked words bathed her nape, taking her higher, "I love these pretty nipples, baby," he pinched them both, but instead of releasing them, he held the pinch, keeping the pressure on, and oh it did...something.
"Aahh, God..what are you doing?"she wanted to pull away, but found herself arching, pushing her breasts into his hands, silently begging for more.
"Sshh, it's alright," a slow glide out, and back in, "Tell me how it feels."
"I...oh..please.." she wanted to writhe, press her body to him, to the glass in front of her..anything. She felt the pressure everywhere, all over, "It's too much."
"Mmm.."soft brushes of his lips to her nape, another slow glide out and back in, and he tightened the pinch.
"Oh, oh...please..." the pressure building inside her was unbearable
"Shall I stop?" the pinch intensified.
"No..no..please..no," her head flew back, her sex throbbed. She strained against his palms, throwing her hips back, "...I ...Oh...Oh,God..I'm coming..." Her body seized. The pleasure tore into her, rode her, not in waves, but a steady stream of unbearable sensation, "Please..please..I can't..." her body twisted beneath him, desperate to get away...craving more...
"Yes, baby, you can," his lips brushed her neck, soothing her, "Just feel it."
Tears ran down her cheeks, the pleasure and pressure continuing to build. "Yes, please..I .no more..Ah God..." the incoherent pleading words wrenched from her, her body bucking wildly against the intense pleasure.
Then as she twisted beneath him, he shifted, hitting that spot deep inside. Her head thrashed, she brought her hand to her mouth, stifling the scream tearing from her throat. The dual sensations ripping through her, as his gentle glides turned to pounding thrusts, taking her higher and crashing over her. His harsh groan in her ear, his body shuddering, and he joined her in that dark place beyond pleasure, their bodies pure sensation, straining together in the night.