Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Once he reached the bed, Eric deposited Ana in the middle of the mattress. His gaze raked over her naked body, glistening with water droplets from her shower. His eyes lifted to her chest again, captivated as the wet beads slid down her flesh and onto the comforter beneath her. Standing at the foot of the mattress, he reached for her ankles and separated them to make room for himself. Lowering her legs, he steadied one knee at the foot of the bed as he crawled towards her. Her breath caught in her throat—he didn’t know if it was anxiety or fear, maybe both—and her chest jiggled with the action. His dick lurched in appreciation.

Once her knees were cradling his, he came to a halt. His hands cupped the backs of her knees before beginning a leisurely trek up her body. “Rumor has it the third time is a charm, Ana,” he informed her huskily. “How do you want me to make you come for the third time?”

“Soon!” she answered in a shaky voice.

Eric chuckled. “Do you want my lips around you, Ana? Do you want my tongue inside of you?” His hands stopped on her outer thighs, giving a light squeeze before he caressed his way inward.

“Yes!” she cried.

His thumbs stroked her sensitive flesh, and he saw her hand clutch the sheet out of the corner of his eye. Her white knuckles spurred his teasing. “Maybe you just want me to kiss you…” His head dipped down as he placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “Here?”

Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow as she bit her lower lip. “No,” she told him impatiently.

“Then…where?” he prompted teasingly.

Her hand flew between her legs, but before she could touch herself Eric seized her wrist. She froze for a second before lengthening her finger and pointing to her core. “There,” she instructed.

He kept his grip on her wrist and pushed it down to her side. His free hand reached between her thighs and parted her flesh. To his pleasure, the dark pink skin was throbbing.

“Mmmm,” he growled. “I’ve wanted to taste you ever since I found out I was the only one you’ve allowed to fuck you,” he confessed. “Has anyone else tasted you, Ana?”

Her cheeks turned a charming shade of pink as she shook her head no.

“Good,” he said roughly as his head descended. His tongue barely grazed her skin when her hips soared up off the mattress. “Easy, baby,” he said as he let go of her wrist and splayed his hand over her belly. He pressed gently to prevent her from surging up off the mattress again, then ran his tongue down her slit and circled her opening.

“Please,” she panted.

He would’ve liked to taunt her more, but he hadn’t been lying. He was dying to taste her. He speared his tongue inside of her, and when she bucked against him, he pulled back a bit and thrust it inside once again. His head jerked as her fingers tangled in his hair and gave it a violent tug.

“Miller!” she cried.

He whirled his tongue one way, then the other before pausing for a moment to savor the taste he’d been craving. He angled the tip of his tongue upward and pulled it back, eliciting another groan from Ana.

I’m gonna die, was all she could think. Bliss was just out of reach! Ana felt like if she could just stretch…it would be hers. But her body just wouldn’t cooperate. She sobbedMiller Eric’s tongue left her, and he straightened.

“Onto your stomach,” he commanded.

“Wha…what?” she asked in confusion. Hadn’t he just been in the middle of hurling her over the edge again?

“You heard me,” he practically barked, grabbing her hips and rolling her over onto her belly. He lowered himself down onto her, and Ana felt her heart race when his erection pressed against her inner thigh. The weight of his body pushed her into the mattress, and she heard the nightstand drawer opening and then slamming before Miller straightened again. The sound of him tearing into the foil packet was music to her ears—it meant he was getting ready to fuck her again. Thank God!

His hands clamped on her hips, and her body jerked as he pulled her up onto her knees.

“Walk your hands back, Ana,” he told her. “Until you’re on all fours.”

Ana could have sworn her heart stopped as she did as she was told. It took every ounce of strength she had, but at this point, she would have done anything he’d told her to do just to have him inside of her again. She felt her body expand as he pushed inside of her…then waited. “Wha…why did you stop?” she asked shrilly as she glared at him over her shoulder; she tried to drive her hips back, but his hands were like vice grips on her. She couldn’t move.

“You should have told me you were a virgin, Ana,” he scolded.

“I…I’m sorry!” she swore.

“That’s not good enough,” he told her. “I could have hurt you.”

“You didn’t!” she promised him brokenly, trying once again to thrust her hips backward.

“How are you going to make it up to me?” he asked.

“This isn’t enough?” she shot back.

“Not even close.”

“We—“

He planted a hard smack on her ass, and Ana’s first instinct was to cry out. It was followed quickly with perplexity—there was a rush of liquid heat between her thighs as he rubbed his hand gently over the flesh he’d struck.

Her breath caught in her throat when she realized that she’d found his punishment astoundingly sensual.

She hadn’t run screaming from the room when he’d spanstraighte Eric took that as a good sign. It took everything he had not to impale himself inside of her as he so desperately wanted to do. Instead he pulled back and then pressed forth again until he’d barely penetrated her.

“Please!” she cried as her body clenched around him. He gritted his teeth; God, he felt so fucking good inside of her.

“Who told you that you could use my fingers to get yourself off?” he inquired harshly.

“Yo—you did,” she stammered. “You asked me to show you what I wanted and I—“

“I asked you to tell me,” he corrected her as his hand landed hard on her ass again; he had all he could do not to ram himself inside of her when she cried out. Control, Eric reminded himself. That was the name of the game.

“I…I’m sorry!” she said again.

“So am I,” he said as he reached between her folds and began to toy with her flesh. When he felt her body tighten, he pulled away. But when she shuddered with a sob, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust inside of her with a single stroke.

Her scream echoed off the walls when he finally filled her. It must have been their positions—his cock was hitting her in areas that had been neglected the first time he’d been inside of her. It felt like there was more of him! He’d loosened his grip on her, and Ana was finally able to push herself back. Their bodies slammed frantically together as her ass hit his hips and he shoved her forward again only to yank her back again.

Ana tried to brace her arms as he pounded into her, but it was no use. They buckled beneath her and her upper body collapsed onto the mattress, leaving Miller to do all the work.

Her climax hit her at once, and she would have screamed again if it wasn’t so much effort. Her body trembled as it tensed around his, and the last thing she heard before her eyes closed was Miller shouting her name.

Eric Miller came awake slowly, groaning as his back bowed. He reached across the mattress only to find it cold…and empty. Suddenly, his eyelids flew open and he soared up in bed. A quick glance around the room told him he was alone…Ana was gone.

“Awww, hell,” he muttered furiously as he sunk back onto the mattress.

He wasn’t done with her yet.