Page 73 of Tragic Empire

Ana covers her mouth to hide a giggle.

After quick goodbyes and promises to keep in touch, they let themselves out. Armani and Colton are quick to follow when Ana says that she’s tired. They’ll go out for a bit or go upstairs since I’m home with her, but either way, I’m glad to have my wife all to myself for a little while. I like that she’s developing a friendship with them, but I’m greedy and haven’t had nearly enough time with her recently.

“I feel exhausted and wired at the same time,” Ana complains, climbing into her bed. She asked me to hold her so that she can attempt to nap, but I don’t know if she’ll be able to fall asleep.

Drawing her blinds to black out the room, I take a deep breath. Holding Ana has become more and more difficult as our connection has grown and my feelings have developed. And God, since kissing her… every time she’s in my arms now, I have to restrain myself. Especially when I can feel her soft skin under my hands, yearning to explore more of it.

When I round the bed, I wish I’d taken the time to change into something more comfortable. I’m still wearing my button down and slacks, but thinking quickly, I roll up my sleeves and remove my belt, making my clothes less restrictive. Ana watches me with rapt attention, eyes tracking my every movement, traces of hunger in her stare that I need to ignore.

She’s had a stressful day and she needs rest, she doesn’t need me thinking corrupt thoughts about her.

“Turn on your side,” I tell her, gently crawling into bed. “I’ll rub your back.”

“That sounds so nice,” she gushes, immediately flipping over to face the wall. Just as I’m about to reach forward, she blurts, “Wait!” Scrambling with her sweater, she tugs it off, tossing the ball of fabric off the bed, to reveal a tight little camisole.

Jesus fucking Christ.The white fabric barely covers anything, leaving the center of her back, her shoulders and her arms entirely bare. Ana keeps her braid lying around her neck so that her hair isn’t in the way, and sighs into her pillow, anticipating the soft caresses her back is about to be lavished with.

Starting with the back of my hand, I glide my knuckles up and down her spine slowly, listening to the soft breaths she releases every few seconds. Her skin pebbles under my touch and she wiggles back to get closer to my body.Give me strength.

“You’re so good at that,” she whispers, voice breathy and light.

Showing me her skin, lying so closely that I can feel her body heat, and now praising me in her sexy little accent? She’s trying to kill me.

“I’m glad you like it,” I husk, holding back any possibly inappropriate response.

“Can you do that here?” she asks, capturing my wrist and pulling my hand around to her front. I have to hold my breath as she slips my fingers under her shirt, showing me exactly what she’d like.

She wants me to run my knuckles up and down her stomach like I was doing with her spine.Definitelytrying to kill me.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I do what she asks, almost groaning as she sighs happily. Her sweet little breaths are driving me insane, and somehow she’s positioned herself even closer to me. Her back is flush against my chest, and my only saving grace is that her ass hasn’t pushed back far enough to feel the obvious bulge expanding in my pants.

“Are you sleepy, Ana?” I whisper, continuing to caress her silky skin, fingertips occasionally teasing the band of her leggings.

“No, I’m too wound up I think,” she murmurs, turning over her shoulder to look at me. “Are you tired?”

“No.”

Leaning forward an inch, I capture her lips with mine. A keen sigh leaves her throat, muffling into our kiss. The sound parts her lips, and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue past them, groaning at the flood of her taste. Her tongue sweeps tentatively with mine, like she isn’t quite sure how to properly move. She hasn’t done this before, or she has limited experience. But no matter, I’ll show her everything she needs to know.

Time bleeds around us as we share long and passionate kisses, slow fucking each other’s mouths like a couple of eager teenagers. Rubbing her stomach quickly shifts into just her lower abdomen, toying more and more with the edge of her pants.

“Touch me,” Ana whimpers against my mouth.

“Fuck,” I growl, nipping her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“I’ll be so fucking cross with you if you stop now, Cassio,” she threatens, fingers reaching back to grab my thigh and squeeze.

There’s no way to deny her now. Not when we both want it so badly.

Slipping beneath the band over her leggings and her panties, my fingers glide over smooth, soaking wet flesh.

“Fuuuuck,baby. You’re drenched.”

Ana whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as I explore her sex, locating her sensitive little clit in seconds.

“These panties are fucking ruined, Ana,” I taunt, peppering her jaw with rough kisses, heading for her nape. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” she hisses, arching her back to give me access to her neck. “Cassio, I need… I need more.”