I was as hard as a rock, right then, and as the head of my dick got tighter I groaned from the painful pleasure. When her quiet gasps turned to moans, I knew I was getting her off. Soon she’d be screaming for me.
I dipped my head further down her slit, removing my fingers from her and replacing them with my tongue. Ana’s hips bucked upwards, pushing and grinding into my mouth. She moaned loudly as her hands knotted into my hair.
“Nikolai,” she gasped.
My eyes flicked up to hers. To see the need, the desperation on her face almost drove me insane with lust. Pride swelled in my chest as I kept going.
“I need you…” She could barely get the words out between her gasps and moans.
“Tell me exactly what you need princess.” I knew what she wanted, but she had to say it. She had to tell me, I needed to hear her words. The thought of such dirty words coming from such a pretty mouth had a drop of precum leak from my cock.
“Fuck me, Nik.” The words came out as a rush, a cry following close behind as my thumb pressed and worked over her clit.
Those. Those were the words I was waiting for. Fuck, my mind flared with the thought of protection. I had condoms in my room, but dammit, I didn’t want to run across the hall. As this wasn’t a planned activity on tonight's schedule, we hadn’t prepared for it. Hell, we’d never even talked about it.
Fuuuuuuck. “Do yo—”
“I have the implant. Just fucking hurry up already!” she moaned. I didn’t need to be told twice. I rose up onto my feet as she scooted further onto the bed, legs parting for me to kneel between them. “Oh my gosh, Nik…”
“You’re out of this world…so beautiful,” I breathed, taking her in again. My hands went to her hips, to support them as I readied myself to plunge into her. She was tight but I knew she would accommodate my girth. My lips parted, tongue darting out to taste her on my lips.
Kneeling, I pulled her up, supporting her hips on my thighs, and rubbed her hot clit with the head of my dick. Her eyes closed as she arched her back in pleasure. I replaced my dick with my thumb as I slowly guided myself into her wet center. Gasping and moaning the whole way, she took the length of me inside her, crying my name out.
“Nik, oh fuck, Nik!”
I pressed a hand on her stomach to keep her still as I drew back and pushed forward again. The sound of my name coming from her mouth made it hard not to come right there. But she deserved more. She deserved all the pleasure in the world.
A few more thrusts and I decided I needed more. I wanted her to know just how much I wanted her all this time, how hard it had been for me to wait, but that I’d done it anyway because I wanted her to want this too.
“Get on your knees,” I said, pulling out in one quick motion. She looked up at me in surprise but complied. I smacked her ass hard as it wavered in front of me. The moan it elicited almost had me over the edge. With my hands on her hips, holding her steady, I readied my cock for the first stroke.
I didn’t hold back as I pounded into her again and again. She was close to orgasming for me again. I leaned forwards, one hand unabashedly gripping her waist and the other braced on the bed frame.
She screamed my name as I thrust into her, chasing the orgasm I knew was quickly building inside of her. “Come for me.”
I readied myself for the tightening that would take me over the edge. I let myself fall over the edge willingly. I felt my climax like never before. It was a rush of blood, of heart-pounding intensity, as I came inside her. It felt like it was never going to end.
When eventually, the stream of my cum ended, my knees were weak. I pulled Ana upright and turned her face to the side, as she squirmed and moaned through the last waves of her orgasm. I nibbled her neck, her jaw, and bottom lip, not willing to give up the taste of her just yet.
She melted against me, my cock still inside her. I pulled her down, falling onto the bed with Ana’s head landing on my chest.
I was spent. Our rapid breathing mingled together and I watched Anastasia’s eyelids flutter closed. I wrapped my arm around her and cuddled her in close. My eyes closed as I took in the moment. Listening to her breathe and feeling the warmth she radiated. I reveled in it.
I stretched out as I started to come around. As soon as I could, I blinked my eyes open and flicked them to the bedside alarm clock.
As I’d predicted, it was well past nine in the morning. I can’t remember the last time I’d slept so late, or so solidly for that matter. That might’ve just been the best sleep I’d had in years.
There was no surprise there, though. Last night was incredible, and with Anastasia asleep next to me…except she wasn’t next to me. I reached an arm across to feel her side of the bed. Empty and cold.
It was strange that she didn’t wake me when she got up.
Oh god.
I scrubbed a hand over my face at the thought of the mocking I was going to get when I went downstairs. I was sure to find her in the kitchen waiting for me expectantly. I was not one to be late or sleep in. Ever. She was going to be enjoying this.
Getting up I hastily threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. It had become a rarity that I wasn’t in a suit these days, but after the throwdown with Finch - I supposed I was technically out of work.
It wasn’t that I needed to work, it was just what had always been expected of me. Financially, I was set for three lifetimes over.
Working with my brothers had never been a hobby or about earning money, it was about family obligations.
The whole situation with Finch still had me on edge. In the light of day, after having time to think about it, I had thought that I’d be feeling regret. But I didn’t. My words may have been hasty but in no way did I regret them. Or my drastic decision to disown him.
No, I stand by all of that. It was justified. But this feud was bigger than the two of us. I had two brothers to factor into account.
When I’d decided to disown Finch, I’d decided to go after the family business. I didn't know how that would go down yet but after all, it was my birthright. I hadn’t passed the business over to Finch to watch him swindle it away like it was nothing. I would fight for it. I would hope to have my brothers on my side but I didn’t want to put them in that position. Not yet, anyway.
We had a long way to go, but last night wasn’t the first time Finch had crossed a line and I wasn’t going to let him get away with any more bullshit from here on out.
I was pleased to have Anastasia by my side. She was a smart woman and I had a feeling I’d need her help somewhere along the line.
Speaking of my queen, I made my way downstairs. It had been a while, if ever, that I’d been in such a good mood. Thinking of the future made me smile. Thinking of Anastasia made me grin. Thinking of last night made my balls tighten.
I would never be able to expunge the way we fit together from my mind. The way she felt, the way she moved had my heart stuttering.
I walked through the kitchen archway expecting to see Anastasia taking up residence at the end of the breakfast bar with a standard coffee mug and cereal bowl. But no dice.
Hmm. Where was she?
“Anastasia?” I called out.
When I received no response I ran upstairs to check her old bedroom. I came up empty, and that’s when a bad feeling started creeping in. First, doubt and then worry following closely behind.