Shit. No one has ever said that to me before. I close my eyes. The last thing I want to do is frighten her.
Calm down, Grey.
She’s here. She’s safe. She’s willing. Don’t blow it, just because she doesn’t understand how to behave.
Opening my eyes, I find Ana watching me, not in fear, but with anticipation.
“Turn around,” I demand, my voice soft. “I want to get you out of that dress.”
She obeys immediately.
Good girl.
I remove my jacket from her shoulders and discard it on the floor, then lift her hair off her neck. The feel of her soft skin beneath my index finger is soothing. Now that she’s doing what she’s told, I relax. With the tip of my finger I follow the line of her spine down her back to the start of the zipper bound in gray chiffon. “I like this dress. I like to see your flawless skin.”
Hooking my finger into the back of her dress, I pull her close so she’s flush against me. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in her scent.
“You smell so good, Anastasia. So sweet.”
Like fall.
Her fragrance is comforting, reminding me of a time of plenty and happiness. Still inhaling her delicious scent, I skim my nose from her ear down her neck to her shoulder, kissing her as I go. Slowly I unzip her dress and kiss, and lick, and suck my way across her skin to her other shoulder.
She shivers beneath my touch.
Oh, baby. “You are going to have to learn to keep still,” I whisper between kisses, and unfasten her halter neck. The dress falls to her feet.
“No bra, Miss Steele. I like that.”
Reaching forward, I cup her breasts and feel her nipples pebble against my palm.
“Lift your arms and put them around my head,” I order, my lips brushing her neck. She does as she’s told and her breasts lift farther into my palms. She twists her fingers into my hair, the way I like, and she tugs.
Ah… That feels so good.
Her head lolls to the side, and I take advantage, kissing her where her pulse hammers beneath her skin.
“Mmm…” I murmur in appreciation, my fingers teasing and tugging at her nipples.
She groans, arching her back, pushing her perfect tits even farther into my hands. “Shall I make you come this way?”
Her body bows a little more.
“You like this, don’t you, Miss Steele?”
“Mmm…”
“Tell me,” I insist, continuing my sensual assault on her nipples.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Gently I pinch and twist with my fingers and her body bucks convulsively against me while she moans, her hands tugging harder at my hair.
“I don’t think you’re ready to come yet.” And I still my hands, just holding her breasts, while my teeth tug at her earlobe. “Besides, you have displeased me. So perhaps I won’t let you come after all.”
I knead her breasts and my fingers return my attention to her nipples, twisting and tugging. She groans and grinds her ass against my erection. Shifting my hands to her hips, I hold her steady and glance down at her panties.
Cotton. White. Easy.
I hook my fingers into them and stretch them as far as they’ll go, then push my thumbs through the seam at the back. They tear apart in my hands and I throw them at Ana’s feet.
She gasps.
I trace my fingers around her ass and insert one into her vagina.
She’s wet. Very wet.
“Oh yes. My sweet girl is ready.”
I spin her around and slip my finger into my mouth.
Mmm. Salty. “You taste so fine, Miss Steele.”
Her lips part and her eyes darken with want. I think she’s a little shocked.
“Undress me.” I keep my eyes on hers. She tilts her head, processing my command, but hesitates. “You can do it,” I encourage her. She lifts her hands and all of a sudden I think she’s going to touch me, and I’m not ready. Shit.
Instinctively I grab her hands.
“Oh no. Not the T-shirt.”
I want her on top. We’ve not done this yet, and she may lose her balance, so I’ll need the T-shirt for protection. “You may need to touch me for what I have planned.” I release one of her hands, but the other I place over my erection, which is fighting for space in my jeans.
“This is the effect you have on me, Miss Steele.”
She inhales, gazing at her hand. Then her fingers tighten around my cock and she glances up at me with appreciation.
I grin. “I want to be inside you. Take my jeans off. You’re in charge.”
Her mouth drops open.
“What are you going to do with me?” My voice is husky.
Her face transforms, bright with delight, and before I can react she pushes me. I laugh as I fall onto the bed, mainly at her bravado, but also because she touched me and I didn’t panic. She removes my shoes, then my socks, but she’s all fingers and thumbs, reminding me of the interview and her attempts to set up the recorder.
I watch her. Amused. Aroused. Wondering what she’ll do next. It’s going to be one hell of a task for her to remove my jeans while I’m lying down. Stepping out of her pumps, she crawls up the bed, sits astride the top of my thighs, and slips her fingers beneath the waistband of my jeans.
I close my eyes and flex my hips, enjoying shameless Ana.
“You’ll have to learn to keep still,” she castigates me, and tugs at my pubic hair.
Ah! So bold, ma’am.
“Yes, Miss Steele,” I tease through clenched teeth. “In my pocket, condom.”