Page 19

Chapter eighteen

Chris

T here’s a five percent chance of extricating myself from Anna’s bear hug without waking her and a zero percent chance of her not noticing the morning wood that is pressed against her thigh when I do. I blow out a breath and trace the shapes on the popcorn ceiling, hoping I can chill the hell out before she wakes. Anna came here because she was distressed, not because she wanted me poking her when she woke up. It’s a miracle I even fell asleep with the way she kept wiggling.

Could I have given her some more space? Sure. Did I want to? Hell, no. The fact she ran to me last night makes me feel like a superhero. She murmurs something unintelligible and burrows deeper into the covers. She tucks one hand between her pink cheeks and the pillow and the other skims down my chest landing right on top of my crotch. Any headway I made in toning down my erection is immediately undone. Beneath her hot little hand, I am rock solid and when she inadvertently flexes it I tug at the roots of my hair, barely suppressing a groan. At the sounds of her contented, breathy sigh my hips take over and I thrust against her hand.

“Chris?”

Great. She’s gonna think I’m coming onto her in her sleep.

“Sorry,” I say, scooting my hips back.

Her hand tightens around my package and my eyes go round.

“Why are you apologising?”

I don’t even know. Her hand is pressed so firmly against me that thoughts are hard. Leaving Anna’s house, the other night with a raging hard-on was difficult enough, and that’s after I jerked off beforehand. Waking up with her like this? I have no willpower left.

“Will you teach me?”

My breath hitches. “Wha—?”

“How to pleasure you? ”

My cheeks burn and I’m grateful for the heavy curtains and a cloudy morning. Who am I to deny her request?

“You want me to show you how to make me come, Annie?” There’s an edge to my voice.

She squeezes my length in response.

“You made me come the other night. Fair is fair.”

“Hey,” I say, making sure she’s looking at me. “I did that to make you feel good. Because I enjoyed it,” I draw a deep breath, “a lot. Not because I expected something in return.”

She presses her lips together, barely hiding a smile.

“It feels like you really need it.”

Good God.

“You might be a virgin, Annie.” I reach down to loosen the tie on my pants. “But you don’t fucking talk like one.”

I comb my fingers through her ponytail, now loose and messy, layers falling around her face and tickling her blushing cheeks.

“Touch me.”

She doesn’t waste any time wiggling her hand inside my pants.

“Feel how hard you make me?”

“Isn’t that normal for the morning?”

“I woke up an hour ago. This is all you,” I tell her, reaching between us and loosely wrapping my hand around hers. I suck a breath through my teeth as I guide her hand over my dick. When she reaches the top I push her back down and do it all over again.

Haughtily, she says, “I can do it myself.”

I have to laugh at her attitude since she asked me to teach her about ten seconds ago. Fine by me, because I’d rather use my hands to touch her. Anna’s skin is soft and hot beneath the blankets as I glide my fingers over her hip, noticing that the only fabric on her body, a t-shirt, belongs to me.

“Are you not wearing any underwear?”

“I wasn’t going to sleep in a thong ,” she says indignantly.

Of course, her saying the word makes me picture her bent over with a strip of material between her ass. I twitch in Anna’s hand as she strokes me like a fucking expert.

“You’re killing me.”

She pauses at the crown of my cock, running her thumb over it, then releases me. I watch with my jaw slack as she raises her thumb to her mouth and sucks on it.

“Fuck, Anna.”

Patience gone, I grip her hand and place it back on my dick as I roll over her so she’s flat on her back with me hovering over her. There’s no goddamn way I can simply lay here while she touches me .

“Don’t fucking stop,” I command, as I cup my hand over her bare sex.

She moans and does as she’s told, stroking me against her stomach and wiggling her hips. Heat radiates off her pussy and when I find her clit with my thumb she’s at least as wet as she was the last time I touched her. My balls ache as I feel more pre-cum leak out, aiding Anna in her far-too-soft strokes.

“Harder, Anna,” I demand.

I use my knee to part her thighs then sink two fingers into her, smirking at the cry of pleasure that falls from her mouth. My hurried intrusion seems to spur her on because her grip tightens and she speeds up her strokes, concentrating on my crown. Our foreheads fall together, and I take her mouth in a kiss that’s searing and sloppy as we chase our releases.

“Is this too hard?” she asks.

“No. Today I need it this rough. Gotta come, Annie.”

I match her thrusts with my fingers, showing her just how I’ll fuck her when we’re both ready.

“Chris,don’t stop. I’m close.”

I shake my head. “Won’t stop until you come.”

The only question is if I’m going to blow before her. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back even though Anna’s hand is heaven. Fumbling with the loose fabric of the t-shirt she borrowed, I shove it up far enough so I can dip my head and flick my tongue over her nipple.

“Chris!”

Her cry is so sweet, so surprised, I pulse in her palm before groaning and coming against her belly.

“Oh my God…”

I kiss her forehead and stumble to the bathroom to get her a damp cloth. When I finish cleaning her up she’s yawning.

“You had a hard week, go back to sleep.”

“What about you?”

“Nah, I’d already been sleeping for a while when you got here. I’m going to go for a run, maybe go get us something for breakfast.”

Another yawn forces her eyes shut. “Mmm hmm.”

I’d have her in my bed every damn night just to hear those yawns and see those stretches. When I remember I’m going away for two-nights next weekend, my shoulders droop. That’s only a few days from now. I’m not ready to be away from her again.

“I have a hike planned next weekend. Do you want to come with me?”

The plan came to me in the last five seconds, and I immediately liked it. What if Anna needed me late at night that weekend and I was gone? The idea of it pisses me off .

“Sounds good,” she mumbles, a sleepy smile on her lips.

Her answer makes my stomach flip with excitement. Having Anna all to myself for a weekend, showing her one of my favourite trails? I press a kiss to her cheek then grab some clothes for a jog. With this energy, I might just set a new personal record.