Kismet or Happenstance? Ch. 09

Dodger returned to the living room...proudly dragging in a balled up shirt for all to see. Ana turned into a fidgety pet-parent in all of five seconds. "We can't leave anything on the floor with him—we had to hide all the presents or he would've torn them all open."

"Are you sure he's not Sean's dog?"

"Why?" Ana asked trying to sound cool while engaged in a game of tug of war with Dodger. If Dominic caught a glimpse of the stains on this shirt...

"Dad!" Sean complained.

"We always had to hide his gifts from him. Not that it did any good, mind you," Dominic teased.

"That's kinda cute."

"It wasn't at the time—he had no qualms about opening other people's gifts too."

Sean's grin was wry. "Thanks Dad...the door's that way."

Ana, Sean and Dodger raced to the garage the second Dominic's car disappeared.

"Man, that was close," Duncan muttered with relief. "It's like he knows. How'd you get rid of him so fast?"

"Your dad thinks we were in the middle of doing the wild thing."

"No!" Duncan laughed.

Ana smiled despite her embarrassment. "Yes. You should've seen the look on this one's face," she said as she looped her arm around Sean's waist and kissed his cheek. "Has anyone told you how cute you are when you blush?"

Sean swatted her butt and gave her a look that promised retaliation for all the ribbing he'd now have to endure. "You. Out. Now."

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"Are you busy?"

The notepad full of lyrics plopped onto the coffee table. "No, what's up?"

"Nothing," Ana said and perched on his lap. She wasn't wearing her sling but he kept silent for now. He'd found out just how strong willed Ana could be while she recuperated at his home. "I just missed you," she pointed out as she wiggled closer. His hands roamed her back and legs while he breathed in the scent of warm skin and line-dried cotton. The feel of Ana's curves pressed up against him and the miles of golden legs peeking out from the folds of her Kimono robe had a definite effect. He pulled the material together to spare himself from a temptation he couldn't act on...not in the way he longed to.

"That's a good thing."

"I didn't mean it like that," Ana whispered. Her breath tickled his neck while she stroked his arm and shoulder. "It's been so long since we..." she trailed off as she trapped his earlobe between her teeth and pulled gently. Little electrical currents surged through him and fired his blood.

It could've been Ana's sensual purr, her dull bite or a combination of both because she could've read the phonebook right then and his skin would still tighten with sexual awareness. Realizing Ana was naked beneath her robe didn't help. Her hand strayed to his shirt hem and snuck underneath. The feel of slow, questing fingers made his stomach contract.

"I know, sweetheart," Sean began, ready to list the reasons why they should wait even as the sweet ache of arousal stirred behind his zipper. They'd found wicked ways to satisfy their lust while Ana healed. But after thirteen days of Clintonesque celibacy he doubted he'd be as careful with her as she needed. "But we should wait until you're better."

Ana tucked her head against his neck. "It's okay if you don't feel like it," she said with a hint of disappointment.

He didn't like that sound and drew back. "Hey," he said softly. She lifted her head but kept her gaze focused on the neck of his white polo. He tipped her chin, forcing her to look at him with her quiet brown eyes. Her skin had a dewy glow and a few damp tendrils clung to her bare neck. "Are you kidding me? Of course I want to." Her face lit up with impish delight. "You're evil you know that?" he chided when he realized she'd been teasing him all along.

"Are you going to spank me?"

The rasp of his day-old beard made her squirm and giggle while he playfully bit her neck. "I have a few things in mind that I'd like to do first."

Ana pressed a hand against his shoulder. "Like?"

"You'll find out when you're better," he promised and pulled her close again.

"I am better," she insisted even though she had limited, albeit improved, mobility in her left shoulder. Sean remained a tough customer despite the telltale ridge pressing into her hip. She dragged her nails over his stomach, letting his warm skin heat her fingers. Oh, yes, he'd cave. "I'm not made out of glass. I want you and you want me, so why should we wait?"

"Baby, you're still not a hundred percent—"

Ana kissed Sean's half-assed protest right off his mouth. His eagerness surprised her when the tip of his tongue danced past the seam of her lips. She matched him, parting her lips for the slow thrust of his kiss. The languid back and forth rhythm reminded her of skin rubbing over skin and tangled sheets. His tongue followed hers in a smooth stroke that mimicked the way Sean rocked inside her. Her insides pulsed and coiled around the imaginary cock filling her. Desire melted her, made her ready for more.

"Touch me," she breathed as she placed his hand over her silk covered breast.

"Belle—"

"What am I going to have to do? Beg?" Ana rasped in his ears. Her sexy-witch purr scraped the nerves running down his spine.

"You will."

"Don't be so sure you won't be the one begging." She licked his lips—barely—to prove her point.

His hand left her breast and slid under her robe past her knees. "Let's find out then." He watched her eyes widen and haze as fingers toyed with the strip of curls at the top of her mound. "Open your legs." Ana complied; she didn't have a choice. His voice was so wicked, so hypnotic. It thrilled her when he took control like this. "Good."

"It feels like I have an advantage, sweetheart. You're already wet for me and I haven't even done anything yet." Ana swallowed and fought to keep her eyes open as his mouth went to work on the sweet spot below her ear. "Can you imagine how wet you're going to be in a few minutes?" Her body raced to fulfill his erotic prophecy; the pulse between her legs quickened. "I won't be long before you start to beg, baby," he vowed as his fingers strummed the seam of her sex. She bit her lips in an effort not to give into his boastful prediction.

"I. Won't. Beg," Ana promised on a series of broken gasps while he parted her damp folds with maddening slowness. She pressed her lips together as his fingers skimmed over her slick flesh. Her body screamed "please" but her mind held on. There was a perverse excitement in testing him, seeing how far he'd go to make her surrender to his will.

Sean's hand stilled. "Are you sure about that, baby?"

For a moment, she wondered why he wanted to talk, why he'd stopped touching her. He resumed his intimate caresses, as if he'd read her mind, flicking her clit again and again with dizzying patterns. He switched the rhythm before she got dangerously close. Ana sighed his name.

"Do you want more?" he asked as his fingers traced her wet entrance again and again.

Ana didn't know the right answer. What he was doing felt so good, she didn't want to come. But she craved the penetration he denied her.

Sean's rakish blue eyes demanded surrender. "You feel like you want more."

Yes!

The affirmation almost rolled off Ana's tongue but his arrogant smirk stopped her. He painted wet circles on the thigh and nipped at her ear, sending ribbons of delight straight to her core.

"Maybe I should stop." His gravely rumble made her shiver but his insolent tone made her want to test his limits and turn the sensual tables on him.

"Yes. Maybe I should take over," she tossed back and targeted his zipper. Her hand slid under the rough denim and stroked the bulge straining beneath his white cotton briefs. "I bet I know what you're thinking about," she said when Sean arched into her touch.

Her sexy-witch voice plunged him back to this morning when he'd woken up to the feel of Ana's mouth at the end of his dick. He hardened at the memory of her warm, wet mouth sucking and licking him to a quick, hard climax.

"I'll take that as a yes," she grinned as he filled her hand a bit more. She kissed him while she teased his cock with tender strokes. He cupped the back of her head and crushed her mouth to his, hungry for the taste of her, the feel of her. Ana was wild, hot, sweet, erotic...and his. While one hand supported her back, the other traveled down her neck to settle on her breast. Feeling her nipple pucker and rise under the silk made him long to take her into his mouth. He could already taste her soft, bare skin on his tongue and see her mocha peaks begging to be loved.

His thumb's lazy swirls sent streaks of pleasure through her so potent she fumbled with the button on his jeans. She ignored the faint twinge in her left shoulder and reached for his waistband again. But damn, it was like trying to push a doughnut through a straw and Sean wasn't helping. Long fingers wrapped around the side of neck and angled her chin while he sprinkled kisses along her jaw. The clip holding up her hair vanished before she heard a distant clank. A low growl echoed in her ears when she finally snuck her hand into his briefs. His skin felt hot, hard and velvet smooth. He leaned back into the couch and jerked his hips when she told him so.

"Yes!" Sean spat out as her thumb and index rolled over his sensitive head. His hands cupped her breasts and copied what she did to him. They made each other harder with every pass.

"You love that don't you," she purred. Her velvety voice rivaled her touch. The drops wetting her fingers rendered an answer unnecessary. She reached lower, cupping him. "Ah...shit." He threw back his head, caught up in the sweetest agony. Should he let her continue and come in her hand? Or wait...and come inside her? Ana smiled and let her teeth graze his Adam's apple. The subtle gesture held a primal message. He made his decision in that instant. "St-op," he moaned and caught her wrist. "Stop."

Ana relented but didn't relinquish control.

"Take off your shirt."

Sean happily obeyed her command and Ana rewarded him with her fingers and tongue. His breath sputtered and hitched with every loving touch, every playful bite and every sweet kiss she lavished on his bare chest. His hands dove into her hair and pulled her up for a kiss. He cradled the side of her face in one hand while he savored her, drank her. She moaned as their tongues met, parted then chased in a skilled, wicked dance. His answering growl was heavy with feral need. Her lips brushed over his as she whispered, "I love you."

Sean had her on her back in the next instant. "I love you too," he said as he loomed over her, his arms keeping his weight off of her in a gesture that was predatory and possessive. He looked rakish yet there was gentleness beneath his heated stare.

Ana watched him with such unabashed love and desire it made him ache. She was so beautiful to him. Her beauty went far beyond her pretty features, her luminous skin and that lush wicked mouth of hers. He gave into temptation and caught her full lower lip between his lips. She was so soft, so welcoming, so everything he'd ever wanted and more. "Love you...so much," he whispered against the exposed skin below her neck then moved down her body. The image of her face was branded over his corneas as he kneeled in front of the couch. All his Christmas wishes lay wrapped up in that indigo blue robe.

The world and her lungs came to an abrupt halt then vaulted into warped speed when Sean's breath swept over her thighs. It took every ounce of willpower she had to remain still as he opened her damp folds for his lowering mouth. She pulled in the pine lingering in the air when she learned to breathe again, hoping the crisp green fragrance would refresh her sanity. The taste of anticipated bliss flooded Ana's mouth, making her salivate. "Please," she begged without shame and waited. She was at his mercy even as he knelt before her; they both knew it.

She heard his smile when he spoke. "Since you asked so nicely." His warm breath sent her pulse into a tailspin.

And then his tongue fluttered over her most sensitive flesh.

She canted her hips, seeking more of his delicious torment but she didn't need to. Sean's hands cupped her ass, holding her in place for him to devour. The lights scattered throughout the Christmas tree bounced off the shiny red and gold ornaments, creating a kaleidoscope of color near the corner of her eye. The furniture, lights and ceiling beams spun with every twist of her head. The blurry images blended into her broken sobs as Sean's molten tongue suckled her. Fast. Slow. Light. Hard. Deep.

Her fingers combed through his thick strands like a delighted kitten. One set of long fingers slid up her torso to her breast. The silken friction of her robe and his fingers over the tight peak made her writhe and twist beneath him. She almost flew off the couch when a finger delved inside her, parting her slick walls.

"So sweet," he whispered, his reverent words sent her soaring.

Sean feasted on her, unraveling her with little bites and long sweeps of his velvet tongue. Her stomach expanded and contracted in rolling waves much like the taut muscles clinging to his finger. Ana whimpered, trying to fight the inevitable as she came apart under his mouth. His carnal sound of approval hummed over delicate nerves. Her orgasm built in slow ripples, drew back, then crashed over her in waves of hot sensation.

"I wanted to come...with you."

He licked his lips as he got up from the floor. "You'll come every way there is," he promised as he reached for her belt. He shook his head in playful disbelief but his eyes were serious. "I'm only getting started with you. You should know that by now."

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"Are you trying to say I'm easy?"

Ana laughed. "I wanted to do something nice for you—for the both of us," she explained as he surveyed the fretwork patterns of candlelight dancing on the dresser and night tables. He recognized the votive holders from the nights he'd spent at her place. So that's why she'd gone back to her apartment this morning.

"Come here." He brushed his mouth across her knuckles.

Feverish hands—mostly Sean's—worked on their remaining clothes. Flip-flops and slippers pattered onto the floor. A four legged shoe thief snuck in and snuck out with his coveted prize. Denim flew to the floor and cotton briefs followed. Ana's robe slipped off her shoulders. The candlelight cast her golden skin in a dreamlike glow. The light from the hallway sconces filtered into the bedroom so he missed nothing. The mocha peaks on her creamy breasts called his hands and mouth.

He palmed a globe, testing its softness, fullness and weight with reverent fingers while his other hand molded to the curve of her waist. His head dipped and his lips closed over her right nipple. Ana's scent and taste her swept his senses and made him groan. Her broken gasps tumbled over his ears, hardening him to the point of bursting. She pressed her hips to his, brushing her softness over his jutting column in a sexy mating dance. The need to drive into her again and again until he found his release rode him hard. Ana didn't help when her skilled mouth roamed his chest, heading south alongside the line of hair. He dangled between anticipation and enjoyment while her tongue circled his navel then swirled even lower.

She sat on the bed and took his shaft into her hands and mouth. White-hot sensation sizzled down the backs of his legs the instant he felt the first warm, wet tug at the tip of his cock. He could have stopped her, should have stopped her, but her hands and mouth felt so damn good. His head fell back as she sheathed him. His head snapped forward like a magnet drawn to the sight of his shaft vanishing within her mouth then reappearing slick and moist. His hands shook as they dove into her hair. How did she do it? How did she marry the tender with the erotic so seamlessly?

Sean's sexy groans sent tingles of excitement down Ana's spine. She rewarded him a light rake of teeth along the underside of his broad head. He reacted the same as always, but the effect hit her like a new drug every time.

"Ah...yes...baby...yes," he drawled. "Ana...baby...sto-op." He swore as she twirled her head over his length and rolled the tight orb below within her delicate hand. His blood raced southwards as he imagined himself sliding into her, thrusting until he came. The thought made him push her right shoulder while he reluctantly begged her to stop.

"You better stop that or it'll be over soon."

Humor and lust roughened his voice. She released him from her mouth with a wet, naughty pop and watched his erection bob above her. He'd been stripped of all vestiges of modern day charm. Pure masculine sexuality remained. Fierce. Proud. All raw need. They'd waited long enough. She scooted back onto the bed with her arms and legs open in a silent welcome. Excitement clawed at her when he dropped his knee onto the bed.

"You should be on top."

Ana shook her head. "I love the way you feel on top of me," she insisted with a throaty voice. "You won't hurt me," she promised when he meant to argue the point. "Please."

"You're so bossy," he teased as he knelt between her legs with his palms planted next to her shoulders. He grinned when Ana quirked a brow. She'd used those words very words to describe him when he insisted she pack her clothes and Dodger last Sunday. It was that or he'd move into her place. Either way, she was getting a live-in nurse whether she wanted to or not. He used his recliner and its promise of a decent night's sleep to reel her in.

She kissed the tempting cleft in his chin. The shadow of his weekend beard was a sexy contrast to his clean-cut features. "I did ask nicely."

"And a smartass too. See what I have to put up with?"

Ana sent him a wicked smile as she arched her body off the bed. "I'll find a way to make it up to you."

"Oh, you will...over and over," he pledged at her neck. The prick of his stubble and that wicked note made her squirm. The musky flavor of their sex volleyed across their tongues when their lips met again. The kiss was a carnal preview of how he'd thrust, how she'd draw him in when he lowered his hips to hers.

"Please," she whispered again as his hand spanned the length of sloping skin and curves to cover her damp center. He reached for the nightstand out of habit. Ana's fingers snared his wrist before he pulled open the drawer. She shook her head when their eyes met. Lightning coursed through his veins when he read her meaning.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," she said in a small voice.

He positioned himself over her again. "Oh, I want to."

Her brown eyes held carefully guarded hope. "Are you sure?"

Their shared sounds sliced through the air while he rubbed his cock over her slippery folds in answer. Ana bucked her hips, eager for more contact then froze the second his wide head nudged her entrance. The shock of what was to come broadsided her. Her right arm hooked under his and her left hand clawed the sheet as Sean slowly pushed into her. Ana bit her lip and pressed her head into the pillow, trying to hold onto her sanity as she savored every second of his unrelenting penetration.

The muscle in his jaw worked as he pressed and withdrew, only to inch into her a bit deeper each time. Ana felt every ridge, every contour of his head and shaft as he slid inside. Her pussy tugged his iron width, protesting his smooth withdrawal. He kept on filling her, stretching her, advancing then retreating. The sweet friction short circuited any attempt to focus on anything but his slow impalement of her. She raised her head off the pillow and saw his shaft ease back a fraction. He was lacquered in her wetness. "Oh, God...Sean," she hissed as he pushed and pushed until his lower abs rested on hers.