Chapter twelve-Desires
We've been in this cabin for three days now and I feel like I'm in torture. On the first night here I felt like my balls were about to bust. Apparently, Mia packed Ana's bag and instead of packing simple pajamas, Mia thought it would be a good idea to pack sheer nighties that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Ana was adamant about me not looking at her at all during the night but my curiosity got the better. And the moment my curiosity was assuaged, I cursed myself for being so curious. I was left hard and frustrated after my secret peek.
I was trying to force my mind to shut down, but as luck would have it Ana was having the same problem. But it wasn't because she was trying to control her raging lust, she was so uncomfortable on the two seater couch that she did nothing but toss and turn and complain about how uncomfortable it was. There was only one other place she could sleep and it wasn't hard to guess where. So not only was I trying to deal with the image of her scantily dressed body, but I was then having to deal with her scantily dressed body lying next to mine on the queen sized bed. I felt like I was going to combust.
It's soon going to be night again and I'm not ready to lie next to her warm body, knowing I can't touch her. It's frustrating. And I've been taking it out on her.
We've been more aggressive towards each other lately and I know it has everything to do with the fact that we've been holed up in this tiny cabin for three days. I've taken a few hikes a few times to help relieve my frustration, but that didn't help. I worked on my business plan for GEH, the company I want to build, but that only increased my frustration. And it's not like I can make an excuse to Ana saying I'm going out to buy more groceries or something because the cabin is fully stocked with everything we'd need for the week.
Ana's been doing some senior project for school to keep her occupied and she cooks dinner, but other than that she keeps to herself, when she's not berating me or arguing with me about some bullshit. I swear the woman drives me insane. One moment I want to fuck her into 2025 and the next I want to strangle the everloving shit out of her. I'm ready to go back home so I can breathe without her damn arousing scent frustrating me more than what I already am.
"Jesus, Christian, can you breathe any louder? Shut the hell up, I'm trying to do work!" she all but yells at me.
I clench my jaw. It's been like this since yesterday. She just throws a fit about whatever the hell she can think of just to grate on my fucking nerves.
"I can barely hear myself breathing, Anastasia, you're probably just hearing yourself. God knows I can," I mutter as civilly as possible.
"Oh, what the hell is that supposed to mean, you dick? How about you go take another hike and this time don't come back."
I try my hardest to keep my mouth shut and keep my gaze away from her. I take a deep breath and turn my attention back to the TV, which is pointless since there's nothing on.
I hear the mattress creak as Ana gets off the bed. Next thing I hear is her padding over to me. I keep my eyes on the TV above the fireplace as she stands in front of me with her hands on her hips. I try not to roll my eyes as I imagine what she's going to complain about next.
"I want to go home. I can't stand being in here with you another minute," she informs me, her glare hot on my face.
"Then go. But you're not taking my car and I'm sure as hell not driving you back. You can walk back for all I care," I bite out, my gaze still centered above her head.
She moves so she standing in between the coffee table and the couch so she's directly in front of me. I can't look at anything but her since she's so close.
"Why have you been treating me like shit since we got here? I've done nothing to you," she tells me, trying to act like I've really wounded her feelings.
I glower up at her and then slowly stand. She takes a step back. "Excuse me?" I say. "I'm the one who's been treating you like shit? I don't think so, sweetheart. If anyone has been treated like shit it's me! You've been doing nothing but biting my head off since we got here!"
She crosses her arms over her chest and frowns deeply. "That is so not true. You're the one with the fucking mood swings. One minute you're asking if I need anything and the next you're telling me to stay the fuck away from you!"
"Well one could imagine why, you're fucking irritating!"
She scoffs. "And you think you're any better? You're like a fucking cockroach! Disgusting and dirty and even if you cut its head off it still doesn't die! It's always there just . . . just . . ."
She's breathing heavy , her chest heaving with each breath. Her fists are clenched at her sides and her body is stiff as a board. Her pupils dilate when I stare into her eyes and a slow flush covers her body. I narrow my eyes and step closer to her. I stop when I'm only an inch in front of her.
"Just what?" I whisper.
She doesn't answer me, just stares at me. I can feel the heat radiating off her, and then I feel the sexual tension swirling around and in between us. It clogs my pores and fogs my mind. I want her.
"Just what?" I ask again.
I lean my head down close to hers and brush my lips against her ear.
"Can you feel it, Ana?" I breathe into her ear.
She shudders and takes a deep breath. I lean back to look at her face. Her eyes are closed and his mouth is open to accommodate her pants.
"Can you?" I repeat.
She opens her eyes and her baby blues burn with desire.
"Can I what?" she breathes.
I press my erection into her. Her eyes widen and she tenses. I look deep into her eyes.
"Feel me."
She groans and throws herself into my arms, her lips descending over my mouth. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her fingers bury into my hair. My hands instantly run down to her thighs and I lift her up, urging her to wrap her legs around me. She does and I carry us to the bed.
I lay her down on her back, secured in my arms and her delicious mouth captured by mine.
"Oh God, I want you so bad," I murmur against her mouth as I begin undressing her.
She moans shamelessly, her head falling back. I kiss her exposed neck as I begin to unbutton her knee-length dress. My fingers shake as I push each button through the hole, my body eager to be inside her.
I pull the sleeveless dress from her arms and try to take a moment to admire her partially bare body before me, but she gives me no time when she grabs the back of my head and pushes my mouth on hers. I tremble when her velvety tongue strokes mine and tastes me.
I help her take off my shirt, our mouths still fused. Her anxious fingers move down to my shorts before my shirt is over my head and her eagerness only turns me on more.
With nothing but my briefs on I fall on top of her, my hips nestled in between her silky thighs and my hands on her small waist. I move my hands further up her body until my hands are cupping her breasts. I flex my fingers, squeezing her full mounds through her bra. She arches her back off the bed.
"Take it off," she moans against my mouth.
She doesn't have to ask me twice. My hands expertly unclasp her bra. I pull it down her arms, and when she's fully exposed to me, a primal growl leaves my throat. The sight of her makes me throb. My lips immediately find her porcelain skin. I lick and kiss each breast, savoring the taste of her. When my lips wrap around her nipple, her fingers pull at my roots and her hips buck up against my groin. I groan, sounding pained by the contact.
"Christian," she breathes.
"Hmm?" I hum, my mouth occupied by her delicious skin.
"Please. I want you so bad. Stop teasing me." Her voice is breathy and desperate.
I lean up to look at her face and I almost shoot my load at the sight. Her lips are swollen, her eyes misty with passion, and her skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink.
I brace my hands on the side of her head as I gaze down at her.
"You want me?" I whisper. I push my throbbing member against her core and she writhes and moans under me.
Her hands reach for my hips and she digs her nails into my skin. Her head is thrown back and her mouth is open.
"Yes, please, I want you. Now." I'm almost taken aback by her pleading. Not even ten minutes ago she was yelling at me to get away from her now she's begging me to fuck her. And fuck her I will.
She suddenly sits up, pulls her legs close to her body and then pulls down her barely-there cotton underwear and throws them aside. My eyes widen in surprise and excitement when I get a glimpse of her glistening flesh. I'm hit with a whiff of her arousal and my knees almost give out on me. She smells like heaven.
I want to know if she tastes like it too, but once again she doesn't give me the opportunity. She leans forward and wastes no time in divulging me of my underwear. She gazes at my pulsing length with lust and apprehension, and then looks up at me. Her eyes are shining, but I think I see a little bit of fear in her gaze. But that doesn't seem to stop her. Reaching up she grabs my face in her hands and forces my lips against hers in a searing kiss. She pulls me down as she slowly lies back against the bed.
I feel her spread her legs wider to give me room, and when I lean over her my tip brushes against warm, wet heat. I groan and buck my hips against her. She groans into my mouth, lifting her hips up, trying to gain more friction.
I can wait no longer. I run my hand down the length of her body and rub my fingers against her, testing her readiness. When I pull my fingers away from her core they're slick with her arousal. I look down at her to see if she's watching me and shove my fingers into my mouth. Her eyes widen and her cheeks redden. I moan and close my eyes. She tastes amazing.
Bracing my hands by her waist, I grab my length and rub it against her. She moans, closing her eyes and arching her back. When I'm coated in her juices I guide myself lower against her and probe my head at her entrance. I frown when after only getting my tip in I feel resistance. A lot of resistance.
I look up at Ana with a questioning glare.
"Ana . . . are you—"
The words die in my throat when she locks her ankles above my ass and lifts her hips, forcing me to inch in a little deeper. I groan and close my eyes, my jaw flexing.
"Ana, stop moving!" I try to pull out but she flexes her legs, keeping me where I am. I glare at her.
"You stop. Don't think about it, Christian. I want this," she tells me, a defiant glint in her eye. Her hands move to my shoulder blades, holding me close to her.
I ball my hands around the comforter when she lifts herself move, pulling me in more.
"Fuck, Ana. Let me go! I didn't know you were a fucking virgin!" I grit out. I feel sweat beading on my forehead and back. I'm trying so hard from plunging into her full force. Damn, I want to sink into her so bad, but I didn't know she's never had sex. I don't want to hurt her.
"No."
She lowers her feet and pushes her feet into my ass, trying to force me to sink all the way into her. I cry out, shaming myself, and I lose the will to fight this any longer. I lower myself onto my elbows and bury myself all the way inside her. I lower my head and kiss her when she painfully cries out.
Fuck that was what I wanted to avoid. I didn't want to hurt her. I stay still, letting her acclimatize to the intrusion. And then she shifts under me. Pleasure shoots down my spine. She feels so fucking good wrapped around me.
"Shit. Don't move, Ana," I growl.
She ignores me and shifts again.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," she breathes. "Please, Christian, move."
I close my eyes and rest my forehead on hers as I pull out and slowly sink back in. We both groan. I keep a steady pace for a few more strokes, and then she starts meeting my thrusts. Before I know it I'm harshly thrusting into her, her moans and cries urging me on. I'm ready to blow my load, and I'm saved when she clenches tightly around me. I rotate my hips, stimulating her clit and she suddenly explodes around me. I continue to pound into her, riding out her orgasm, and then I let go, my body trembling and spent.
I fall on top of her, out of breath, and just lie there for a moment, savoring the euphoric bliss. After what feels like ages, I roll off Ana and lay on my back. I gaze up at the ceiling and then turn my head to look at Ana.
Her eyes are closed and her bare chest rises steadily with each breath.
"Ana?" She opens her eyes and blinks at me, then raises a brow. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"
She turns away and shrugs. "I didn't want to ruin the moment."
"Well you had to of known I would have figured it out," I tell her.
"I knew you would, which is why I told you not to think about it and forced you to penetrate me," she says nonchalantly.
I gape at her for a moment then burst into laughter. No one would ever think a man would need to be forced to have sex with someone he's been dreaming about fucking for days. And I can't believe innocent—or used to be innocent—Anastasia was the one to force me. I shake my head at the thought.
"Ana?"
"What?" she asks, not looking at me.
"Did you like it?"
She turns to look at me, a small smile pulling at her lips. "Yes."
I grin and turn away, male pride and satisfaction boosting my ego.
Neither of us says anything for a while. But I break the silence. Turning my head again, I ask, "Do you want to do it again?"
"Jesus, I thought you'd never ask."
I laugh as she scoots over me to straddle my hips. She stares down at me with ill-disguised desire and I gently guide her down on me. We both groan at the contact and soon we're lost in each other again.
Well that should answer whether or not there'd be lemons ;)
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