Kismet or Happenstance? Ch. 05

"Do it," he urged with a rough moan as she brought the tip of his shaft to her opening. A rush of adrenaline coursed through his blood as he watched Ana press down onto him, felt his blunt tip slowly part her soft, resistant flesh. His hands stilled her hips so he could savor these first moments when two became one. He loved the look on Ana's face when the first inches penetrated her.

"Ah...yesss," he groaned and hissed as her pussy slid over the length of his cock. Their sounds merged as their bodies connected completely. Ana wasted no time. She moved over him, first with sharp, arcing movements then an undulating shimmy. She shifted from bull rider to belly dancer with effortless grace, making him buck and twist beneath her. Her pussy circled and gripped his cock with breathtaking perfection. And she did take his breath when he looked at her. Every move accented the sloping lines of her neck and arms and her womanly curves. The soft light fell over her golden skin, casting her in a dreamlike glow. The blissed out look on her face switched his brain to pure sensory mode.

Amber highlights tumbled down her dark spirals with every sway of her head as she rode him. Her breasts bounced in time with the rhythm their bodies made and begged to be held. His hands tested their weight; his fingers strummed the hardness of her light brown nipples. He marveled at the softness of her skin, how it contrasted with his lighter skin tone. His gaze wandered down to the scattering of curls between her thighs and lower. He lifted his head to see his shaft emerge covered in latex and glossy with Ana's juices. He fisted the sheet at the sight of his cock disappearing within her rosy lips. Seeing and feeling his dick fuck her put him in a trance. He lost all notions of time and space. He plunged upwards— his hands gripping her hips—one, two, three, four times before he realized Ana had gone still. His eyes moved up while he waited for her. Her smile was nothing short of wicked.

"Like what you see?" Her voice sounded like crushed velvet; her autumn brown eyes mesmerized him

"Take a guess."

"I think you like to watch," she said in her sexy-witch voice.

Ana leaned back, her arms behind her on the bed and she lifted up. Oh...so... slowly.

"Look."

He did. The image of his cock sticking out of her branded his eyes.

She impaled herself. Fast.

"All gone. Inside me."

And then she said the three words that turned him into a bull charging a red flag.

"Where you belong."

She saw the dark look creep over his face. It exhilarated and scared her at once. The muscle in his jaw twitched and he sat up.

"Where do I belong?"

Ana worried at her lip. She couldn't believe she had said it out loud like that. Sean's hands smoothed down her thighs to the back of her calves. His cock stirred inside her, making her flesh coil around him in response. How did his question touch a much more intimate space inside? How?

"Tell me."

I don't know.

She distantly registered the unfolding and stretching of her legs behind him. His hands cupped her face: his blue eyes drilled hers. "Tell me where I belong." The quiet power in his voice invaded the dark corners of her mind.

With me.

"Inside me," Ana breathed.

It didn't sound as bold and confident as the first time but she must've done okay because he rewarded her with a kiss. She half-expected him to claim her mouth with the same intensity of his words, instead his lips moved gently against hers. The light touches of his tongue intoxicated her, made her hold onto his shoulders. He suckled her lower lip and slowly released it. He planted her hands behind her on the bed and mirrored her pose.

"Say it again," demanded as he surged up into her.

Ana met his next thrust midway. "You...belong." The friction killed her voice.

Sean bucked and rolled his hips. "Where?"

"Inside," she crooned over a delicious stroke. "Inside me." She punctuated her words with a sinuous grind of her body. "Just the way...you love it."

"You love being...inside me...don't you."

"God, yes!" he grunted as she pushed back on her heels and palms. Her backwards glide along his length was the sweetest agony.

"You can't get enough...can you."

Sean speared into her and made a low sound of affirmation. It wasn't enough. She wanted to hear the words. Her naughty interrogation continued and dragged a litany curses and prayers from behind his gritted teeth. They rocked back and forth like a pendulum over the bed until Ana's triceps burned from exertion.

"Come here," he whispered as the pace slowed way down.

He crossed his legs under her and wrapped her up in his arms. It was a perfect storm. Ana's hips rolled in tiny, intermittent circles while he pumped into her. She rested the side of face against his and sprinkled kisses past his temple. Every puff of air along his neck, every lacey sigh above his ear, became a sweet affirmation of life. Her limbs folding around him like ribbons were a testament to the beauty of sharing, connecting.

His arms crossed her back, keeping her anchored while his cock stroked her right where she needed it. An aria of trapped sounds and staccato breaths marked their slow ascent to the peak. The hard lines of his chest and abs rubbed over her, turning her skin into one sweaty, erogenous zone.

"So good...so good," she sobbed into his neck, smelling the tang of perspiration mixed with sweet soap-and-water. Her pussy fluttered, validating her words while Sean's chest hair skimmed her nipples. She held him closer, felt his muscles bunch beneath her fingers as she clutched and squeezed his shoulders and back. Her orgasm was just within her reach now, every moment promised to be the one of release, making her chase the sensation another second and another and another. The room felt hot; her mind felt restless and possessed. This must be the edge where heaven and hell met.

"Close," she whimpered again and again, hoping Sean would help her.

And he did.

Only Sean's help hurt...so very, very good.

He ducked his head and sucked her right nipple while his rough fingertips rolled its twin. Her fingers sliced through his soft black hair and held on as energy surged between her legs. The bed squeaked under the power of his quick, deep shoves. Ana's eyes snapped shut; her mouth parted on a silent scream. She was there, soaring out of her body and into a kaleidoscope of stinging sensation and light. Sean was with her when she crashed.

He gave her everything he had as the lightening pressure racing up the pit of his stomach zoomed to the end of his dick. Only sweat kept his skin from being glued to hers while they held each other tight. He lost his rhythm the second Ana came apart. Her pussy pulsed and pulsed around his aching shaft. He watched the expressions flit across her face. She was killing him.

"Sean."

It was barely a murmur, but the way she called his name, the pure rapture in its sound, set him off. He heard the squish of Ana's wetness against latex below her encouraging words as he pumped harder into her. The paisley pattern behind the headboard swirled in front of his eyes. Pleasure tightened and rose inside his hardening cock. It erupted from him in quick, violent bursts within the protective sheath. The world spun away into a savage release and then sweet peace.

He surfaced to feel of her hands smoothing his back and arms. Her breath fanned his skin, cooling him and making him shiver at once. Was there anything sweeter than Ana nuzzling his neck? When did sex ever feel this way?

Ana rested her cheek on his clammy shoulder, entranced with the sight her fingers walking up and down his arm. A breakup seemed like such a smart, preemptive move twenty-four hours ago. Now Sean was in her arms, spending his first full night in her home. The inclination to find the formula to explain why something so out of her reach fit so perfectly in place with the turn of a day buzzed about. Instead, she flicked it away, relishing the feel of his skin, warm and firm under her cheek, the tingle of his fingers tracing the column of her spine. She breathed in the serenity of the pre-dawn hour and sublime wonder of having this beautiful man in her arms.

"Sean."

He didn't just hear the note of lazy contentment and pleasure in her voice; he felt it. His hands went to the back of her head, holding her in place while he tasted her soft, full lips. They both jerked when a strong aftershock made Ana's cunt ripple around his narrowing cock. She tore her mouth away, her lips parted in an "o" and her brown eyes widened with surprise. The mist of perspiration and play of light on her skin gave her an ethereal glow that seemed to come from within.

He cupped the sides of her face and winked. "Beautiful."

She pressed a kiss into his palm, about to echo his sentiment when she caught the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Smartass."

Her dimpled grin told him she'd caught the private joke; her uninterrupted look of drunken joy said she trusted the sincerity of his compliment. His thumb found the tiny dent of a white scar high above her left eyebrow. She rubbed her face against his palm with kittenish abandon.

He lied.

Ana was so exquisite; it almost hurt to look at her.

"Belle?"

No one had ever abbreviated her name that way before. Something about it felt special and intimate because it was just between the two of them.

"Mmm?"

"We need to move."

She smiled inside, remembering she'd used those very words in the shower. Moving was the last thing she wanted because her body felt like it had lived a week in one day.

"You look worn out," he said as their bodies disengaged.

She nodded and he brushed the back of his fingers down her jaw. "Bet you thought I'd be easy to handle."

Here she was expecting empathy and fell for his teasing. Again. She slapped his hand away. "Brat!"

"You need to work on selling the outrage." His index barely touched her dimple. "This is too cute."

* * * * *

Sean felt Ana's lips between his shoulder blades before the line of her legs disappeared from the corner of his eye. He splashed his face. What a day. He exhaled the relief that Grandpa was okay and inhaled the mystery that was Ana.

Two months ago he'd had it all figured out on the drive home from Borders. The next night, he decided his self-imposed sex break ended with Anabelle Williams—the night her name first appeared in his e-mail inbox. He'd weighed his options when they'd overheated like teenagers in the parking lot: have sex or wait. Instinct said she'd sleep with him, despite it not being her m.o. Lord knows she was ready and willing. But talking about her mother had rendered Ana somewhat vulnerable right then. Finding sneaky ways to abuse a woman's trust just to get some sex wasn't his thing. He didn't need to and wouldn't resort to such tactics even it weren't the case. She'd come to him of her own accord. Plus, he had a perverse desire to delay the inevitable conclusion.

He had listened to her padding around his bedroom in the dark and for the first time in God knows how long, he wondered if he'd rushed things. He shrugged it off and reached for the light. Ana was a grown woman; he hadn't lured her to his front door or into his bed with false promises. If she wanted to go he'd help her dress and send her home with words to make her feel happy she'd shared her body with him—even if it was only one night. He would've been okay with that. But one look at her, he realized he didn't want to part ways so soon. Plus, there wasn't much he could come up with to erase the panicked look on her face. Not at three a.m. when his brain was still shorted out from all that great sex.

Once he made up his mind, he went with it and usually got his way. He'd expected Ana to be no exception; he'd just coast along with the usual charm, fun and sex then move on when the inevitable plateau hit. CuriousBloom had pegged him easily on that score—though with thinly veiled censure. No doubt she'd be laughing in cyberspace if she knew the way Ana affected him, so fast. He scowled and splashed his face again. The last time his online nemesis crossed his mind was the day he met Ana. He looked in the mirror and had a feeling he was staring at a marked man. One who didn't mind one damned bit that he'd been wrong about a woman. Now that was a first.

He wasn't sure if this was short-term fling or more. There weren't any signs of boredom in sight but there was still a lot he didn't know about her. He knew the important things instinctively, but he was curious about the details he'd missed because of their no-strings casualness. He had one foot in, one out like he was waiting for a sign. That wasn't his approach. He was usually certain early on what to expect, and if it lined up with what he wanted. He heard a kitchen cabinet shut. He'd save the analysis tomorrow. He'd check on Grandpa in the morning and he'd make up his mind about—

"I'm going to fix something to eat. Did you want something too?"

Ana had her head and shoulder leaned on the doorframe. Her folded arms and pressed up breasts obscured the blue horseshoe logo. One foot crossed the other. Those black fuzzy slippers were a comedy routine. She was the girl across the street from the girl next door. That's where the girls with the adjective defying appeal resided. She tucked a curl behind her ear. Yes, he wanted something. He told her so. The way she smirked when she said, "good," told him she didn't miss his quick perusal of her. Then again, she was doing the same thing.

"Stop it. You're making me feel all violated."

Her autumn brown eyes rolled and lit up. "Oh, please. If you didn't want me to look," her hand waved like a conductor's, "you would've covered up most of this nakedness."

She pivoted then looked back at him.

"Oh, and Sean?"

She waited until she had his full attention before giving him a blatant once over. Her eyes groped and fondled him as they paused deliberately in certain places. At least, that's how it felt. Her lush pout turned the idea of a second round of sex into a distinct possibility. She winked when their eyes met again. "You're beautiful," she said with mischievous, "gotcha" emphasis.

Ana turned to leave, so thoroughly impressed with her own comedic brilliance she felt a fit of laughter coming on.

Sean threw his towel onto the vanity and smiled at the eruption of giggles outside the empty doorway. "Smartass."

"I heard that!"

* * * * *

Ana fluffed her pillow and dropped it onto her side of the newly made bed. The faint scent of what they'd been doing perfumed in the air.

He tilted his head to her shirt. "You're a fan?"

It wasn't really a question, it wasn't really an accusation. Yet it was both. Only one kind of person would say it that way. It made sense. He'd gone to school in Boston and his parents were from the New England area.

Ana shrugged, took a sip of water and set the cup on the night table. She went about fixing the tuck of the sheet at the foot of the bed. Developing an interest in the sport made for easy bonding with her college-football-coach-of-a-dad. A hardcore fan she wasn't, though her early Super Bowl predictions held up for the past five years in a row. "They're a good team. I think this is their season."

His non-committal nod hid nothing. Maybe because he didn't try very hard.

"Ooh," she said, doing a goblins-and ghosts routine, her fingers wiggling, "are you violating the Patriots' fan code of conduct going out with a—" her dramatic pause ended with choking sounds, "—C-C-Colts fan?"

He laughed. "Honey, check the calendar. Football season only started two days ago. You're getting waaay ahead of yourself"

"We'll see come Super Bowl Sunday...after the Patriots' season is over."

Sean looked at her like she'd forecasted a freezing day in hell.

"Don't worry. I won't be all in your face, dropping the 'I told you sos' and acting all smug and superior the way some fans of a team we won't mention like to."

"I promise not to be that way when Brady hoists the Lombardi trophy. Again."

"You're already doing it! Doesn't matter because, a: it won't happen." He shook his head at her assertion. "B: it doesn't bother me either way because I love hockey way more."

The realization this was the first time they'd spoken about the future more than a weekend ahead made her pause.

"Oh, for Christ's sake! Hockey's a niche sport!"

Pause over. She parked a hand on her hip. "Do you want to sleep on the couch?"

"There aren't even any hockey teams around here," Sean teased, hoping Ana would take the bait. Served her right for uttering that kind of blasphemy. Her irritated expression was too cute.

"What about the Anaheim Ducks, the San Jose Sharks?" She was about to mention the Kings but thought the better of it.

"Well, well. Don't tell me I'm shagging a puck bunny."

She eyed him with the indignance of a bona fide NHL fan. So what if Theodore and DiPietro were hotties? It didn't make it okay for him to throw around the "p" word like that. "The couch is that way."

He grabbed her arm. "What are you doing?"

"I'm about to violate the second rule in the...what did you call it? Oh, yes...the conduct book," he threatened, intent on getting back into the good graces of this Colts-hockey fan.

Ana ducked her head and tried to push him away. Her hands wound up trapped between them instead, and his mouth landed on that spot behind her left ear, the one that drove her crazy. She was biting the inside of her lower lip to stifle all sound. That didn't stop her breath from coming in heavier rushes of sound.

He nipped the tip of her earlobe. "All forgiven?" It was a forgone conclusion pretending to be a query. Her ego balked at him viewing her as a walk-in-park.

"No," she pouted and twisted away from him. But Sean was quick to shackle her hands behind her back.

His blue eyes glittered with predatory heat. They told her only time, not her half-hearted protests, stood between getting what he wanted. "No?"

Her arms tensed with resistance. Just because he had every reason to use that cock-sure undertone didn't mean she had to like it. Sean made a nonchalant sound and his mouth went to work near her right ear. He didn't lift his head until she let out her first moan. It must've taken oh, five seconds?

"Why are you wasting our time fighting like this?"

Ana struggled, only to feel the renewed strength of his hands on her wrists keeping her still. "If I'm wasting your time then why don't you just let me go?"

He shook his head. "Don't try to twist my words around. I'll let you go if you really want me to."

He cast a deliberate look down to her breasts. His rakish smile left no doubt he'd noticed the jut of her nipples.

"But we both know that's not the case, sweetheart."

He emphasized his point with the slow rub of his chest against her sensitive peaks. Ana didn't have time to smother her gasp. The pinch of sensation was lightning fast. His mastery of her made her ache to submit. But some part of her brain wanted to test the limit. She'd never seen him lose control sexually. He was like a leashed panther even in those wild moments of climax.

He tried to take advantage of her open mouth but she shifted away from him. He transferred her wrists into one of his hands while the other grabbed her hair; his lips followed the line of her jaw. A firm tug on her nape aligned her head just where he wanted. The gold in her eyes flashed as his mouth hovered above hers. His lips swept over hers...barely. He was ready for her this time when she gasped, and his tongue slid slowly, slowly into her mouth. Every trick he'd learned in two decades of kissing got edited down to his two months of kissing Anabelle Williams. He tasted the spicy sweetness of the chai tea she drank.