Chapter 17

And she did. That and more. All these months Gus had coaxed her to enjoy her sexuality. To put the past behind her and think only of the two of them. And she'd been doing it. Now, even in the midst of this crisis, it occurred to her that nothing this man could suggest would turn her off. She wanted it all with him.

I want it all.

"And that's what you'll get, believe me."

Oh, god, had she said it aloud?

But in the next moment she even forgot how to speak as Gus lowered his mouth to her, blew a stream of warm air into her pussy and licked her slit the entire length. She moaned again, riding the crest of the heat that shot through her. Her hands fisted in the bedclothes and her heels dug into the mattress.

"Touch yourself, Anya. Touch your clit for me. Rub it while I fuck you with my tongue."

The flare of arousal that flooded her shocked her in its intensity. She slid one hand down over her tummy to find her clit beneath the nest of curls and pinched it between two fingers.

"Rub it, Anya. Hard. Do it."

As she complied Gus thrust his tongue inside her and fluttered it against her slick walls. Then he began the slow, steady, in and out movement that drove her crazy. The faster she moved her fingers the faster he drove his tongue. The climax took root low in her belly, spreading upward and outward, consuming her with a carnal heat.

His hands slipped down to cup the cheeks of her ass, rubbing them and gently pinching them. One lean finger slipped into her cunt with his tongue, retreated coated with her juices, and pressed into her anus.

Anya nearly convulsed at the icy hot sensations that rolled over her.

Ohgodohgodohgod.

"Don't stop," she begged, fearing he would stop in the middle as he'd done before.

But this time Gus rode her to the finish, her hand, his tongue, his fingers creating such powerful feelings inside her that she erupted in a totally uncontrolled explosion. She convulsed, hips thrusting at Gus' mouth, her hand rubbing, rubbing, rubbing to draw out the spasms. She bucked and arched, hips coming off the bed, while Gus' wicked tongue and fingers played her like a finely tuned instrument.

When at last the spasms died away, Gus rose, bent to suck on each hardened nipple, nipping lightly with the edge of his teeth, before flipping her over. A wave of eroticism gripped Anya. Was he going to do it now? Would this be the time he fucked her in the ass? She wiggled her hips, trying to urge him to it. But after he'd ripped open the packet with the condom in it and rolled the latex onto his thick cock, and pulled her to her knees, he pressed the head of his shaft instead against her vaginal opening. One roll of his hips and he was seated fully, his balls slapping against the backs of her thighs.

The moment the head of his cock bumped the mouth of her womb, another climax began to build inside her. Gus gripped her hips, his fingers holding her in place as he drove into her again and again. His fingers tightened, his body tensed, and as her own orgasm crested Gus groaned her name, his release spurting into the condom, pulsing against the grip of her vaginal walls.

They both collapsed forward, gasping for air, hearts thundering. Gus wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in the nape of her neck, murmuring her name over and over again. At last he withdrew from her, disposed of the condom and climbed into bed with her, turning them both so their heads were on the pillows.

"I have to make some more phone calls," he murmured as he kissed her cheek. But I want you to take a good nap. I'll wake you long before dinner."

"What about you? You hardly got any sleep last night, either."

"I'm good. I want to spend some time with Rafe while I can, too."

"Don't leave me yet, okay?" She molded herself to his body.

"Not until you're asleep, Anya. Close your eyes. I'm right here."