Nothing Left to Lose
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Unable to resist, I traced my hand up her leg, marvelling over the feel of her soft skin. My heart started to race as my hand reached her inner thigh. Her leg twitched, and her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she looked at me and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. I gulped loudly as she sat up and manoeuvred herself onto my lap. Her hand fisted into the back of my hair as her eyes locked on mine. The pure, unadulterated lust that I saw on her face sent shockwaves through my whole body. She leant in, pressing her chest against mine tightly as her mouth inched towards mine before stopping a hairsbreadth away.
“Bedroom, Agent Taylor. Now.” Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke.
I grinned, catching on immediately. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered, taking the controller from her hand and tossing it to a shocked and envious Nate. I gripped her pert little ass and pushed myself up off the sofa, taking her with me. Her lips crashed against mine as I carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind me.
As the kiss deepened, I pressed her against the wall. My fingers dug into her thighs, trying to cope with the sheer luxury of having her body wrapped around mine again. Slightly confused as to what she wanted, I broke the kiss and put my forehead to hers. “Anna, what are-”
Her lips pressed against mine, silencing me before I could voice my question fully. Her hands immediately went to my belt buckle, pulling on it frantically. My excitement bumped up another level as she wrenched the buttons open and slipped her hand inside, releasing my now painful erection. I groaned as her small hand wrapped around me tightly.
“Now, please, right now,” she begged breathlessly.
I nodded and fumbled in my pocket, pulling out my wallet intending to find the condoms that I’d purchased from the bathroom of the club, but her mouth closed over mine and she shifted her hips on me, crushing herself against me tightly.
“What are you waiting for, you want me to beg?” she asked breathlessly.
I grinned against her lips. “That would be pretty hot,” I admitted.
Her teeth sank into my bottom lip in reprimand as her thighs tightened around my waist. I chuckled wickedly, but her hand started stroking my erection gently and I knew I was done for. Now almost desperate, I dropped my wallet carelessly and took hold of her hips, lifting her higher and positioning myself at her entrance. I could feel the heat that was waiting to envelop me. I held my breath, waiting for the intense pleasure of her as I pushed her panties to the side and pulled her down onto me, forcing my body inside hers. She threw her head back, accidentally banging it on the wall behind her as she moaned my name. I hissed through my teeth as her inner muscles instantly gripped me in a vice-like grip. She fitted me like a glove. It was like she was made for me. Slipping one arm under her ass, I held her still as I used my free hand to tug off the T-shirt that she was wearing. She squeezed herself tighter to me, forcing me in another inch, taking my whole length inside her. The pleasure of her was so immense that it was almost dizzying.
She gasped and gripped the back of my head as she pressed her forehead to mine, looking me directly in the eye as she spoke. “This still counts as last night.”
Disappointment rushed through me at the thought of not being with her like a real boyfriend tomorrow, but the disappointment soon faded as she shifted her hips, making me move inside her.
I groaned and lifted her hips, starting up a rhythm that seemed to suit her. I kissed her passionately, wishing I could make her love me like I loved her – even half as much would still be more than I thought it was possible to love anyone. I loved her with everything I had; everything that was important to me just disappeared in a puff of smoke when she came into my life. I would do absolutely anything for her. She felt something for me too, deep down I knew it, but she was just scared of getting hurt again. I could wait though; I’d wait as long as she needed.
Her inner muscles started to tighten with each thrust; it was getting harder to move inside her as her moans became louder and more frequent. Suddenly her hips bucked and her whole body jerked as her eyes squeezed shut. Her inner walls tightened and convulsed around me, trying to force me to finish too, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. In the back of my mind, I was acutely aware that I hadn’t put on a condom, so I needed to be careful. At the tip of her climax, she gasped my name. The sound of it made my heart ache. I panted through her orgasm, trying to remain in control as the pleasure of her coming apart at my touch was becoming almost too much to bear.
Once her body started to relax and she slumped against me, I held her still against me and carried her over to the bed. Laying her down gently, I pulled out of her and just stared down at her in awe. She was gasping for breath with a look of pure pleasure and happiness stretched across her face. Pride swelled inside me that I had made her, the broken and emotionless girl, feel happy. Reaching out, I snagged my camera from the side and took a picture of her face.
“Hey! What are you doing?” she protested, trying to grab it from my hands.
I smiled and held it out of reach. “I just love that look on your face, and if I’m not gonna get to see it again after this trip, then I want to be able to have a picture of it,” I explained, shrugging. I didn’t need a photo though, I was confident that I’d be able to see that face every time I closed my eyes. As she smiled up at me and ran her fingers through my hair, I silently wondered why I couldn’t have met her four years ago before all that terrible stuff happened to her. Maybe then I could have stolen her from Jack, and she wouldn’t be afraid to fall for me.
“Bedroom, Agent Taylor. Now.” Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke.
I grinned, catching on immediately. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered, taking the controller from her hand and tossing it to a shocked and envious Nate. I gripped her pert little ass and pushed myself up off the sofa, taking her with me. Her lips crashed against mine as I carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind me.
As the kiss deepened, I pressed her against the wall. My fingers dug into her thighs, trying to cope with the sheer luxury of having her body wrapped around mine again. Slightly confused as to what she wanted, I broke the kiss and put my forehead to hers. “Anna, what are-”
Her lips pressed against mine, silencing me before I could voice my question fully. Her hands immediately went to my belt buckle, pulling on it frantically. My excitement bumped up another level as she wrenched the buttons open and slipped her hand inside, releasing my now painful erection. I groaned as her small hand wrapped around me tightly.
“Now, please, right now,” she begged breathlessly.
I nodded and fumbled in my pocket, pulling out my wallet intending to find the condoms that I’d purchased from the bathroom of the club, but her mouth closed over mine and she shifted her hips on me, crushing herself against me tightly.
“What are you waiting for, you want me to beg?” she asked breathlessly.
I grinned against her lips. “That would be pretty hot,” I admitted.
Her teeth sank into my bottom lip in reprimand as her thighs tightened around my waist. I chuckled wickedly, but her hand started stroking my erection gently and I knew I was done for. Now almost desperate, I dropped my wallet carelessly and took hold of her hips, lifting her higher and positioning myself at her entrance. I could feel the heat that was waiting to envelop me. I held my breath, waiting for the intense pleasure of her as I pushed her panties to the side and pulled her down onto me, forcing my body inside hers. She threw her head back, accidentally banging it on the wall behind her as she moaned my name. I hissed through my teeth as her inner muscles instantly gripped me in a vice-like grip. She fitted me like a glove. It was like she was made for me. Slipping one arm under her ass, I held her still as I used my free hand to tug off the T-shirt that she was wearing. She squeezed herself tighter to me, forcing me in another inch, taking my whole length inside her. The pleasure of her was so immense that it was almost dizzying.
She gasped and gripped the back of my head as she pressed her forehead to mine, looking me directly in the eye as she spoke. “This still counts as last night.”
Disappointment rushed through me at the thought of not being with her like a real boyfriend tomorrow, but the disappointment soon faded as she shifted her hips, making me move inside her.
I groaned and lifted her hips, starting up a rhythm that seemed to suit her. I kissed her passionately, wishing I could make her love me like I loved her – even half as much would still be more than I thought it was possible to love anyone. I loved her with everything I had; everything that was important to me just disappeared in a puff of smoke when she came into my life. I would do absolutely anything for her. She felt something for me too, deep down I knew it, but she was just scared of getting hurt again. I could wait though; I’d wait as long as she needed.
Her inner muscles started to tighten with each thrust; it was getting harder to move inside her as her moans became louder and more frequent. Suddenly her hips bucked and her whole body jerked as her eyes squeezed shut. Her inner walls tightened and convulsed around me, trying to force me to finish too, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. In the back of my mind, I was acutely aware that I hadn’t put on a condom, so I needed to be careful. At the tip of her climax, she gasped my name. The sound of it made my heart ache. I panted through her orgasm, trying to remain in control as the pleasure of her coming apart at my touch was becoming almost too much to bear.
Once her body started to relax and she slumped against me, I held her still against me and carried her over to the bed. Laying her down gently, I pulled out of her and just stared down at her in awe. She was gasping for breath with a look of pure pleasure and happiness stretched across her face. Pride swelled inside me that I had made her, the broken and emotionless girl, feel happy. Reaching out, I snagged my camera from the side and took a picture of her face.
“Hey! What are you doing?” she protested, trying to grab it from my hands.
I smiled and held it out of reach. “I just love that look on your face, and if I’m not gonna get to see it again after this trip, then I want to be able to have a picture of it,” I explained, shrugging. I didn’t need a photo though, I was confident that I’d be able to see that face every time I closed my eyes. As she smiled up at me and ran her fingers through my hair, I silently wondered why I couldn’t have met her four years ago before all that terrible stuff happened to her. Maybe then I could have stolen her from Jack, and she wouldn’t be afraid to fall for me.
