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Anya smiled up at him, waiting for him to make the first move. He took off the clips, freeing her aching nipples. He handled her body with care, but with a demanding hand, showing her with his movements who was boss.

“Open your legs.”

She opened them slightly, letting him look at her.

“Wider.”

She opened them slightly wider. Impatient, he grasped her thighs between his palms and spread her wide open for his view, nothing covered.

He drew back, mesmerised by the perfection of his woman. He normally preferred a woman to be shaven clean, but instead a neatly-trimmed red bush pouted at him, her lips open and glistening with her leaking juice. Her clit swelled, peeking out, testing his control.

With one arm supporting her head, she ran the other, along her slit, coating her fingers.

He took hold of her wrist, stopping her, then brought her fingers to his lips, sucking her—no control. He dived down between her legs, tasting her, his tongue pushing through her pubic hair, taking her bud between his teeth. A little pressure had her arching off the floor, pulling at his hair, keeping him in place as she thrust her pussy against his face, complete mindless abandon taking over.

He penetrated her tight pussy with three fingers, feeling her walls contracting round him.

“Harder, Nathan,” she ordered, her eyes closed, her orgasm approaching.

Nathan pulled away, drawing it out, making sure she was dripping with her cream before he allowed her over the next tidal wave.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice harsh and rough.

He waited till she cried out with impatience, then he bit down hard, thrusting his fingers inside her at the same time. He felt her walls tighten on his fingers, her orgasm throbbing against his hand. She screamed out his name, her body stretched taut. He eased slowly from her pulsing pussy.

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“Fuck me, Nathan. Now. Please.”

No need to ask twice. He positioned himself between her creamy thighs, pressed his penis to her entrance and, taking one last look at her delightful pussy, he pushed forwards, feeling her open up to him, accepting him inside her body, fitting him snugly within her depths.

He stared into her dazed eyes, the moment surreal, powerful, overriding everything that he was. He saw her and saw life. He saw love. He saw his one true woman. The thought stopped him in his tracks. A fiery redheaded witch owned him. He could feel it deep down in his soul. Her arms stroked along his back, her eyes holding his. He took hold of her hands, interlocking their fingers, matching with their hands the love making between their bodies.

He took her lip between his, making love to her mouth and body as well as her soul.

“So tight,” he moaned, pulling out and then pushing all the way back in.

“Oh, God.” She screamed as he penetrated her more deeply, taking her to a place she’d never been. In some part of her mind she could feel the possession he was wielding, commanding her body to know only his touch. Denying all future partners the same chance as him. Her body called to him, feeding his hunger with her own. She looked down at their connected bodies, watching his shaft, glistening with her juice, disappear inside her and reappear. She watched fascinated, the best porn film she’d ever seen. A beautiful sight to behold.

“I won’t last if you keep looking at me like that,” he complained.

She looked at him, her thoughts mirrored in her eyes. She knew what he meant—she would not play the innocent. “You’re so beautiful,” she told him honestly.

“I’m not a patch on you,” he gritted out, fighting against his climax.

“We’re beautiful together.” She watched them coming together. She could see his cock getting harder, his breath coming in pants. Sweat dripped between them. She pushed her hips up to meet him, taking all of him inside her, feeling him hitting the top of her cervix.

Anya felt him tense. A hard, male shout erupted in the room. She felt his cock punch inside her as his seed erupted.

They collapsed together, heat surrounding them. Nathan didn’t move away from her.

Their bodies remained joined.

Neither wanted to lose the soul-searing connection they’d just shared.

They both lay stroking each other, watching the fire burn.

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Chapter Four

“Do you think we’ll make it home in time for Monday?” Anya hoped not. She loved the tender way he was stroking her naked back. “That feels nice,” she purred, arching into his touch.

He chuckled. “I have no idea if we’ll make it home. Do you care, Anya?” His hand curved over her arse, slapping the flesh, making her moan.

“I could stay here forever,” she admitted, groaning with each of his caresses over her body.

“You’ve the softest skin I’ve ever felt.” He rolled her over so her breasts were in clear view of his hungry gaze.

Anya gasped as his large hands cupped her left breast, tweaking the nipple.

“So responsive.” With heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him move, rummaging through discarded clothing until he found the two beautiful, glittering butterfly nipple clips. She lay frozen, curious, waiting to see what he’d do next.

He lay back next to her.

“These are the prettiest clamps I’ve ever seen on a woman.” He spoke the truth.

“You’ve seen a lot?”

He smiled mysteriously at the question.

Anya’s hands curled into the fabric of the carpet beneath her back. She groaned out loud, a throaty sound echoing round the walls as he placed a clip delicately on each beading nipple. The sensation shot straight to her pussy. He opened her legs so she was blatantly on display. She watched him as he gazed at her, the juices flowing. He tugged on the hanging butterfly. Anya whimpered, cupping her own ass so she wouldn’t interfere with what he was doing to her. She could feel her juices running into the crease of her arse, moistening her forbidden entrance.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he groaned in her ear, pulling on a clip. She bit her lip, tasting blood. “Don’t hurt yourself.” He pressed a thumb between her lips, making her suck on him. His other thumb pressed on her clit, her essence coating his thumb. She thrust her pelvis up to meet his hands, already feeling the building of orgasm. Unexpectedly, he OFFICE HOURS

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released the clip. Screaming, Anya went over the edge, the dual sensation creating an unbelievable orgasm that lasted and lasted. As she started to come down from the high, he released the other clip, sending her hurtling into another screaming orgasm.

She came to several minutes later to find him smiling down at her. A cheeky grin that made him incredibly sexy.

“You’re back with me?”

She wouldn’t be embarrassed.

“That was amazing,” she complimented him. “Can I ask you something?” She needed to know.

“Anything.”

“I’ve heard rumours you’re shit in bed. Why?” She searched his face for any change.

Still smiling, he spoke. “I take it I meet your high standards?” He stuck two fingers inside her cunt.

Gasping, knowing he was evading the question, she said, “I know what I like and I’m not ashamed of the fact.”

“I created them on purpose.” He twisted his fingers making her writhe in pleasure.

“You were purposefully awful in bed?” She panted, confusion filled her eyes.

“I’d take a woman home, she’d try to make all the right noises, I’d realise she was faking it. Not turned on by my sexual dominance,” he said. Smiling, he added a third digit, spreading her wide, “I don’t want a woman who fakes her pleasure in my bed. Are you faking now?” He paused, feeling her heat spread onto his fingers. “I asked you a question.” He slapped her pussy, waiting, his hand perched at her fuckable hole. He waited until she finally gasped “no”, quickly, urgently shoving her pelvis onto his fingers. He continued,

“After realising the women are in it to get to your money, it no longer holds its worth.” Depression hit him as he realised how many women he’d wasted time with, how long he’d been searching, when all the time this little spitfire had held everything he wanted. He wondered if Anya had any idea of the depth of the feelings consuming him right now.

Anya nodded, understanding him. Eerie how much she actually enjoyed his company and his long fingers, how she wished they were as fat as his cock.

“I guess that makes sense.”

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“What about you? What made you the way you are?” he asked, genuinely interested.

He removed his fingers, slapping her thigh, leaving her wanting more. He chuckled at the outrage on her face.

She rolled over, resting her head in her hands while she composed herself. Thinking.

He moved in front of her, stroking her hair—she’d noticed he had a thing about her hair.

Smiling wickedly, she leaned over, lightly stroking his length.

“An Italian man named Antonio.” She lightly scratched his balls watching, him tense but not move to stop her. “My first lover. He taught me everything I know.” He winced as she licked along the line of his cock, swirling her tongue over the head. “He wined and dined me and fucked me into an erotic haze.” She suddenly bit, sucking the flesh on the inside of his thigh, her nails digging in, leaving marks. She came away, leaving a satisfactory love bite.

Marking her lover. “My body craved his touch, but my heart ached for love.” She dug her nails in, wanting to brand him like a tattoo. “I wanted marriage and babies and making love underneath trees and having romantic picnics. I wanted a man to adore me. But he was married and I was one of many…mistresses, was how he put it, but I felt like a whore. Not everything in life works out as planned.” She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, swallowing his juice. He gasped and fisted a handful of hair, but she moved away, untangling herself with ease, leaving him cursing.

“You could never be a whore, Anya,” he told her, his touch soothing in a way Antonio’s never had been.

“Anyway, I learned fast and I’ve never had a long term boyfriend again. I go for casual sex with no risk of commitment. No risk of getting hurt. That’s my sad little story.” She smiled but a tear escaped her eye.

“He really broke your heart,” he said, wanting to find this Antonio and hurt him.

Anya thought for a second, thought about the love and the loss of so long ago.

“You know what it’s like when you’re young—it’s a learning curve, and Antonio was experience. Funnily enough, spending time with you out here, forgetting the real world, has made me realise it was a young girl’s infatuation. Now I’m a woman. The affair was that, an affair. I just hated that he was married and he used me to cheat on the sanctity of his marriage.” Nathan kneeled behind her, cuddling her close.

“Marriage means a lot to you?”

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“Yeah, I think if you’re going to commit to someone in a church or whatever, then it has to be for life. It has to be one hundred per cent love on both people’s parts. Call me old fashioned—”

“No, I think the same way.”

Anya smiled. Nice to know there was a man out there who had the same values.

“Lie back,” she said, scooting over to him, her breasts bouncing from the movement.

He frowned for about half a second, then lay back. She pulled the blanket from him, exhibiting the male perfection of his body. He made her body burn in ways she’d never known could happen.

“Whatever you’re about to do, make sure I’ve a perfect view of this ass,” he instructed, lying back, cheeky, sexy grin lighting up his features.

“You are not the boss of me,” she mocked, kissing one of his nipples then moving to the other.

“You have no idea how bossy I can be, baby,” he threatened, making her chuckle with delight.

“Well if you want to feel good, relax and let me be the boss of you, and you never know—I might give you a little treat.” She dangled her breasts near his face, but too far away to let him suckle them.

“Evil wench.”

“
Not
being a good boy.”

Sighing, he lay back and she saw with amazement his body relax.

All hers.

Shivering with the delight, she worked his body with her hands and her mouth, kissing, nibbling and biting. She pulled the hair on his chest and he arched into her touch.

Swirling her tongue, teasing her way down his body, she tempted him but pulled back when he was on the brink of a climax.

“Fuck, woman,” he moaned, tensing and relaxing against the onslaught of her tongue.

“Naughty boy.” She bit him, hearing him curse and groan.

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took him to the back of her throat, swallowing him down. Nathan jack-knifed off the floor, tensing and groaning.

“Lie down,” she commanded, stroking his shaft.

Glaring, he complied, staring at her as she worked him with her mouth, her hands.

Tasting them both. He smiled, moaning, desperate, as she lifted her leg and moved over his body, straddling the upper part of his chest.

Hissing, he lay mesmerised by the view, the heat of her mouth loving him while he saw her spread before him. Beautiful, a work of art. Nathan moved his hands, cupping her arse cheeks, spreading her wider for his view. Cream soaked her slit, coating her pubic hair. He scored his fingers through her, coating his digits with her juice, a lubricant he spread to her dark, forbidden channel. Lubricating her, he heard the catch in her voice as he pressed lightly, teasing her, testing her to see if she was telling the truth about her sexual preferences.

She relaxed, swallowing him down further, giving her body to his touch. He penetrated her with a single digit, watching it disappear The tight heat encompassed him and his cock jumped in her mouth. Their satisfied groans mingled, echoing around the spacious room.

He penetrated her ass with a second digit, watching her widen to accept his fingers. She exuded nothing but sheer bliss.