asked.
“Looks like it,” Joshua said.
“Is there anything we can do?”
“I don't think so.”
She knew the terror would be back when she stopped to think about this, but she didn't have to stop and think yet. She wanted to hold it back as long as she could. “Then there's nothing we can do. For now, do you still want to put me up against the wall?” she asked.
Joshua leaned forward to kiss her again, hard. She sunk into the kiss. “I think I'd rather stay in bed,” he growled into her ear, and moved on top of her.
She stared up at him, happy but a little intimidated by his looks. He had slept in his boxers and nothing else. She loved the way the light played across the tight muscles in his chest and stomach. She brought her eyes up to his face. He was staring back at her with an intense hunger she almost couldn't believe.
“What do you see when you look at me?” Anna asked.
“I see you.” He reached down to push up her night dress.
“What do I look like?”
“You look like a beautiful, incredibly fucking sexy woman lying in bed, in almost nothing. And she's staring at me like she wants me to tear her panties off. It's a real turn on.” He pushed the dress up to her breasts, then pulled one thumb under her panties. “Can I tear them off?”
There was a compliment. She was sure her face was completely flushed right now. “Can you do it without pinching me?”
“Yeah.” Joshua stroked his fingers over the thin cloth between her legs, making her shiver. He found the seam in the center, grabbed, and pulled.
She tensed at the sound of the ripping fabric. The cloth came away cleanly. Joshua stroked a finger between her lower lips. Anna clenched her hands on the sheets. She wasn't sure when she had grabbed them.
“Good?” He petted up to her clit and circled it. She shivered and moaned, unable to answer for a moment, before nodding hard.
“Good,” he repeated, in a tone so pleased with himself she wasn't sure whether she wanted to yell “Fuck me!” or burst out laughing.
She settled with the hopefully more dignified, “You haven't finished tearing my panties off.”
“Oh, haven't I?” he asked. With two short rips, Anna's panties were reduced to two thin triangles of fabric, which he dropped off the bed. “Sit up so I can take your dress off?”
“Just don't rip that up, too.” She shifted up and started to take it off herself.
He stopped her with his hands on her arms. Then he lifted it up, tossing it over the bed as well. “I wanted to do that,” he said happily, and pushed her back down.
His lips were at her mouth, then her neck, then her breasts. Anna lay back and let him elicit moans and whimpers. One of his hands gripped at her hair while the other found the place between her legs again.
It was hard to think with his fingers pushing inside her, stroking her so deep that she cried out and pressed her heels hard into his back. Eventually she got the words to say, “Don't you want anything for yourself?”
“Do you have condoms?” he asked.
She closed her eyes to concentrate. “Second drawer on the bedside table.”
“Then I'll get them when I think you're good and wet,” he said, and did something with his hand that cleared all coherent thought from Anna's mind. She bucked her hips and whined, content to let him lead.
She came, grinding against his hand, eyes shut furiously hard. When she was done shaking she lay flat on the bed, feeling limp and languid. Her eyes opened to watch Joshua wipe his hand off on the sheets, then go to retrieve the condom.
He took his boxers off then and kicked them aside on the floor. He was big. She bit her lip, but curled her toes in anticipation. She wanted to feel all of that girth inside of her. Would it feel as good as it looked, or would it hurt? She was glad he took the time to make sure she was ready.
“Ready?” he asked after rolling the condom on, sitting back down on
“Looks like it,” Joshua said.
“Is there anything we can do?”
“I don't think so.”
She knew the terror would be back when she stopped to think about this, but she didn't have to stop and think yet. She wanted to hold it back as long as she could. “Then there's nothing we can do. For now, do you still want to put me up against the wall?” she asked.
Joshua leaned forward to kiss her again, hard. She sunk into the kiss. “I think I'd rather stay in bed,” he growled into her ear, and moved on top of her.
She stared up at him, happy but a little intimidated by his looks. He had slept in his boxers and nothing else. She loved the way the light played across the tight muscles in his chest and stomach. She brought her eyes up to his face. He was staring back at her with an intense hunger she almost couldn't believe.
“What do you see when you look at me?” Anna asked.
“I see you.” He reached down to push up her night dress.
“What do I look like?”
“You look like a beautiful, incredibly fucking sexy woman lying in bed, in almost nothing. And she's staring at me like she wants me to tear her panties off. It's a real turn on.” He pushed the dress up to her breasts, then pulled one thumb under her panties. “Can I tear them off?”
There was a compliment. She was sure her face was completely flushed right now. “Can you do it without pinching me?”
“Yeah.” Joshua stroked his fingers over the thin cloth between her legs, making her shiver. He found the seam in the center, grabbed, and pulled.
She tensed at the sound of the ripping fabric. The cloth came away cleanly. Joshua stroked a finger between her lower lips. Anna clenched her hands on the sheets. She wasn't sure when she had grabbed them.
“Good?” He petted up to her clit and circled it. She shivered and moaned, unable to answer for a moment, before nodding hard.
“Good,” he repeated, in a tone so pleased with himself she wasn't sure whether she wanted to yell “Fuck me!” or burst out laughing.
She settled with the hopefully more dignified, “You haven't finished tearing my panties off.”
“Oh, haven't I?” he asked. With two short rips, Anna's panties were reduced to two thin triangles of fabric, which he dropped off the bed. “Sit up so I can take your dress off?”
“Just don't rip that up, too.” She shifted up and started to take it off herself.
He stopped her with his hands on her arms. Then he lifted it up, tossing it over the bed as well. “I wanted to do that,” he said happily, and pushed her back down.
His lips were at her mouth, then her neck, then her breasts. Anna lay back and let him elicit moans and whimpers. One of his hands gripped at her hair while the other found the place between her legs again.
It was hard to think with his fingers pushing inside her, stroking her so deep that she cried out and pressed her heels hard into his back. Eventually she got the words to say, “Don't you want anything for yourself?”
“Do you have condoms?” he asked.
She closed her eyes to concentrate. “Second drawer on the bedside table.”
“Then I'll get them when I think you're good and wet,” he said, and did something with his hand that cleared all coherent thought from Anna's mind. She bucked her hips and whined, content to let him lead.
She came, grinding against his hand, eyes shut furiously hard. When she was done shaking she lay flat on the bed, feeling limp and languid. Her eyes opened to watch Joshua wipe his hand off on the sheets, then go to retrieve the condom.
He took his boxers off then and kicked them aside on the floor. He was big. She bit her lip, but curled her toes in anticipation. She wanted to feel all of that girth inside of her. Would it feel as good as it looked, or would it hurt? She was glad he took the time to make sure she was ready.
“Ready?” he asked after rolling the condom on, sitting back down on
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