Chapter Thirteen
Anna
I’m staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. I’m shocked and amazed. I didn’t expect him to confess that. Without thinking, I throw myself towards him and press my lips against his. I’m so turned on by his confession that I completely take the lead and push myself to stand between his legs. I run my fingers over his stubbly cheeks and kiss him as if my life depends on it. This time, when I feel his erection pressing into my stomach, I rub my hand over the material of his jeans. I keep my mouth against his and reach for his belt. When he doesn’t stop me, I rip it open. He stands and I pop the buttons on his pants and push them down his thighs. “Shit, Anna, I feel like a fucking teenager,” he mutters.
I stare down at his impressive erection and lick my lips. I lower to my knees and Riggs grips the stool behind him. I notice his knuckles turn white and smile to myself. The tip of his penis glistens and I rub my thumb over the droplet. I pop the digit into my mouth and Riggs groans. I take his cock in my hand with a firm grip and run my tongue over the head. His eyes are half-closed as he watches me run my tongue up and down his length. When I finally take him in my mouth, he hisses and stiffens. I push him to the back of my throat until I can’t take him any further. I make sure my eyes connect with his as I slowly release him before repeating it again.
I move my hand in sync with my mouth and Riggs throws his head back. I cup his balls and his body shudders.
Suddenly, he grips my hand and pulls me to stand. We stare at each other, the sound of our panting breaths filling the room.
“Why don’t you let go for once,” I whisper. “Lose control.” Riggs shakes his head and I smirk. He hasn’t moved away, so I see it as a challenge and reach out for his erection. I grip him again and begin to pump my hand back and forth. He closes his eyes like he’s enjoying it, but after a few seconds, he stops me again. I shimmy out of my pyjama shorts and then lift my vest over my head. He looks torn up when he sees I’m completely naked underneath. He’s scared to let go after so long of controlling himself, but then he allows his eyes to roam over my body.
This man is putting everything on the line for me. Why have I held back this long?
He scrubs a hand over his face and tugs on his beard. “Say it,” he mutters. “I see it in your eyes, but I want to hear you say the words.”
I don’t hesitate in my reply. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
The moan that slips from his lips sounds pained. He pulls me by the waist and lifts me effortlessly onto the kitchen worktop. He steps between my legs and holds my face at an angle, kissing me hard and fast. In a low, gravelly voice, he says, “If we do this, I can’t let you go, Anna.”
I nod and he presses his forehead against mine. “I mean it. You understand what I’m saying, right? We’re together from the second we step over that line.” I nod again. “Words,” he grits out.
“I get it. I’m yours,” I say. He growls and kisses me again. “I’m on the pill,” I add, wriggling against him impatiently and he smiles against my lips.
His forehead rests against mine again and he looks down between us. I feel him nudging at my entrance and he gently pushes forward, entering me slowly. I cry out as he stretches me. It feels so amazing and the delicious warm feeling I’ve craved since I set eyes on him begins to build. I wrap my arms around his neck and run my tongue over his lower lip until he grants me entrance and our mouths crash together.
He pushes in as far as my body will allow and then inches out. He stills, looking back down between us, and then he slams hard into me. I cry out again, shivering against him. I feel his fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me from the counter. I have no control, and he moves me against him in a way that builds up my orgasm with such speed that it crashes through me, catching me off guard. My whole body shakes and quivers, and he doesn’t let up his punishing pace until he’s grunting in my ear. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and as I feel him stiffen, he roars. His legs shake and he squeezes my ass, trying to get as deep into me as he can.
“Fuckkkkkk,” he mutters. He stills and rests his head against my chest.
“Was it what you expected after a year of abstaining?” I ask with a smile. He lowers me to my feet, and I notice his cock is still semi-hard. He turns me away from him and bends me over the worktop. He lines himself up at my entrance again and pushes inside me.
“It was better,” he pants. “But I’m not done yet.” He begins to fuck me— like, really fuck me. I try to grab onto the edge of the worktop to stop from slipping over the other side. Riggs presses his body over my back and that seems to hold me in place as he slams into me. “It’s gonna be a long day,” he mutters, placing his hands over me and holding onto the edge of the worktop to give himself more leverage.
I don’t know how long we fuck like that, but I orgasm twice before he stills and shudders against me. I’m hot and my body glistens with sweat. Riggs pulls out of me.
