New Year in Manhattan (7 page)

Anna

Whenever I finished a run, I looked like I’d escaped a kidnapping attempt—red faced, sweaty, hair everywhere. Ethan on the other hand, looked like he was mid-way through a Gucci photo-shoot when he got back to the flat. He was all tan with a slight sheen to his skin that made him look all the more male. I was desperate to jump his bones. In fact, I’d been desperate before his run, but he’d seemed determined to exercise—a desire that never seemed to grip me, unfortunately.

“So, I thought we could go to the Met, or the Guggenheim,” Ethan said, breaking me from my haze of lust as he got dressed after his shower.

“Sounds good.”

“You don’t sound enthusiastic?”

“I am, I’ll get my stuff.” This was good. Normal things that normal couples did. I just couldn’t get enough of him, I wanted to drag him back to bed.

“Okay, I need to make a phone call, so I’ll be a few minutes.” He worked so hard but it was kinda hot. I liked his drive and determination.

I was rooting through my case when Ethan came into the bedroom.

“I’ll clear out my crap when you’re back in London, but there are some drawers free in the closet. Why don’t you unpack properly?”

My stomach flipped and I bit back a grin. There were some things I brought with me that I could leave. A couple of dresses and a pair of shoes at least. “Okay, I will, later.”

“Are you ready?”

I nodded as I pulled on my hat and followed Ethan out to the hallway with my boots in my hand.

“Fuck me, I didn’t realize you owned flat shoes. I’ve never seen you in anything other than heels, or naked. Sometimes in heels
and
naked.”

“You see, this is when reality sets in. Real life starts right here, with my flats. It’s not all nakedness and high heels, baby. Are you ready? Ready for taking out the garbage and buying me tampons? Ready for seeing me puking up and not wanting sex? I might wax my top lip tonight—are you ready for that?”

Ethan was laughing at me as I prodded his rock-hard stomach. “You’re fucking crazy and I’m more than ready. Come on shorty.”

“You see, I used to be beautiful and now I’m shorty and I’ve not even moved in yet.” I sighed dramatically as I followed him out of his building.

“You’ll always be beautiful, baby,” he said, snaking his arm around my neck and resting it on my shoulders.

He went to hail a cab, but I stopped him. “No, I want to take the subway.”

“Seriously? I’ve not taken the subway in a decade. It’s disgusting down there.” He winced as if he was in pain.

“Don’t be a baby. I’ve never done it and I have to do all the things you would expect a New Yorker to do.”

“Really?”

“Really. We have to do the unglamorous day-to-day stuff, Ethan. It’s good for us.”

“Okay, you get the subway and I’ll get a cab and meet you there. That feels like a day-to-day compromise.”

We stood on the sidewalk laughing at each other. “Oh baby, when did I say anything about compromise? Come on, we’re going on the subway.” I dragged the sleeve of his coat and started walking. He reluctantly followed.

“You know we’re going in the wrong direction for the subway.”

“Ethan!”

He grabbed me by my waist and kissed me hard.

* * * * *

“What was your favorite bit of the day?” I asked Ethan as we got home from several hours at the Met and what Ethan described as a reconnaissance trip of the Guggenheim.

“What do you mean? The day’s not over and I enjoyed all of it.”

“I’ve done favorite things since I was a kid, play with me,” I said. “What was your favorite bit, the favorite thing you saw or step you took or conversation you had.”

“Let me think. Just one?”

“We used to do top three.”

“Okay, my favorite three things of today . . . one, I like that I got to see you in flats.”

I grinned at him. Was he serious? Flat shoes sucked.

“And then I liked how I got to kiss you in the street.”

“Ethan! We’ve just seen some of the most beautiful art ever to have been created. Your top three things of the day can’t all be about me.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Do you get to choose, or do I get to choose?”

“I want a no-bullshit response.”

“The other two were no-bullshit responses, Anna. I won’t lie to you.”

“Okay.”

“The last of my top three is a painting. The Velasquez. The one of his Moor slave. It’s my favorite in there. I feel like he’s trying to tell me something from the canvas. How he captured that is incredible.”

His eyes softened as he spoke, but his face was serious.

“You like art?” I asked.

“What is fascinating about it was that it was a practice run for Velasquez’s portrait of the Pope at the time. He was just prepping and that’s what he came up with. Fucking brilliant.”

“Have you been to Madrid? To see, you know, the one that Picasso did as well . . .”

“Las Meninas.” He finished my sentence for me and looked at me as he nodded. There was something different in his eyes. “You like art?” he asked my question back to me.

“A bit. I’m spoiled in London, there’s so much. I like baroque stuff—Caravaggio, Rubens and your man Velasquez. Did you get to see the Boy Bitten by a Lizard when you were in London? God, I love that painting. It’s tiny, but wild.” I caught myself making shapes in the air with my hands and quickly dropped my arms self-consciously. I looked across at Ethan to see if he had that ‘is she crazy?’ look on his face that he sometimes wore.

“You couldn’t be any more beautiful to me than you are right now, Anna,” he said as our eyes met.

My cheeks heated and he closed the distance between us and slid his arms around my waist.

“Can we stay in tonight?” I asked. “Unless you had plans? I’d just like to be with you tonight.”

“That sounds perfect.”

He skimmed his hands down my back and began to harden against my stomach.

“Me talking about gay boys and lizards gets you hot?”

“Anna,” he growled in that disapproving tone he had that always made me laugh. He cupped my ass in his hands and he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him. “Come on, pretty monkey.”

Ethan

Unsurprisingly, it hadn’t been the lizard talk that had gotten me hot. It didn’t take much around her, I had an almost permanent hard-on when she was nearby. But hearing how she liked art, that she knew of
Las Meninas
and liked Baroque—that was fucking hot. I guess I never thought that this was how it could be with a woman. Anna’s brain could turn me on as much as her body could—she created one new experience after another in me.

“What do you think?” She flashed me a smile over her shoulder as she shook her black-lace covered ass. She’d insisted on getting changed in the bathroom so I was trying to be patient, as much as I could be with a hard on and a beautiful woman who was about to move in with me three steps away.

“I think you would look incredible in a garbage bag. Get over here already.”

She stayed where she was, and ran her hands up over her body, cupping those perfect tits and pushing them together. “Do you know what would make these look even better?” She looked up at me from under her eyelashes.

“My dick between them?”

She bit her lip and nodded. It took everything I had not to come right there.

She started to walk toward me and my phone buzzed loudly from the bedside table. Fuck.
Ignore it.
I was waiting for a couple of confirmations about tomorrow night. It had to be perfect. I quickly checked my watch. Shit, I wouldn’t have time to call them back if I didn’t get this, it was getting late. Anna’s eyes were pinned to mine.

“Honey, I have to get this,” I said as she climbed on to the mattress and lay on her back as I got off the bed and grabbed my phone.

“Do whatever you have to do, baby,” she said as she dipped her fingers into her underwear. “Whatever you have to do.”

Jesus, the blood rushing to my cock was making me dizzy. I kept my eyes flitting between her face and her hand as she started to circle her clit. Fuck, this call was bad timing.

“Scott,” I barked as I answered the phone.

It was the woman making the arrangements for after dinner.
Shit, shit, shit.
Anna’s back arched as she let out a small moan. I kicked the bed frame and stalked out into the study. She couldn’t overhear this.

* * * * *

It took about ten minutes to get back to Anna.

“Do you think we should get a TV in here?” she asked, the mood clearly having shifted.

“If I’m in here, I want to be fucking you or sleeping. I don’t want to be one of those couples that just end up watching TV in bed. Beds should have only two functions. Speaking of, where were we? Did you finish without me?” I stripped my shirt off and stepped out of my pants.

“I don’t work without you. I’m desperate for you.”

“Desperate for me?”

“Since this morning when you came in from your run, looking so handsome it should have been illegal.” She was pouting and it was fucking cute.

I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of her wanting me since this morning. “What have you been desperate for me to do to you?” I asked, crawling over her lingerie covered body. “This?” I asked, pinching her nipple through the lace. She nodded. “And biting? You like my teeth, don’t you beautiful? The sharp rush that the pain brings?” She squirmed below me and grabbed my hand from her breast and pushed it lower. “You want me to feel you, beautiful?”

She nodded again.

“Tell me.”

“I’m so wet, Ethan. Feel how wet I am.”

My fingers found the edge of her underwear and dipped inside and pushed into the beginning of her slit. She was as wet as she described, just waiting for me to lick her dry. I dragged my fingers along her folds, coating myself in her. She squirmed under my touch, pulling away and pushing toward me as if she couldn’t decide whether she could handle it.

I moved down her body, pulling her underwear from her thighs.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

I couldn’t deny her and I plunged my thumb straight into her, rubbing against the muscles that surrounded me.

“No, I need your dick in me, Ethan. Please, I need it.” She whimpered.

Jesus, her begging was too much, I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.

“Oh, baby, you’re going to have my dick every fucking way.”

I pulled off the bed, stripped off my boxers, stood facing the bed and pulled her across to meet me at the edge of the mattress.

“You want it?” I stroked my erection up and down her folds, coating it in her wetness.

“Ethan, please,” she cried.

I positioned myself at her entrance. She was twisting her hips, trying to get me inside her, but I held her waist firmly so she couldn’t move.

“Once I start, I’m not going to stop. Not ever,” I warned her.

“Don’t ever stop, Ethan, I want you to fuck me forever.”

I couldn’t wait any longer, I thrust balls-deep into her and watched as the air left her body, a mixture of pleasure and lust on her face. I pulled out quickly and pushed into her again and again and again. Quick, hard, rough strokes. She could do nothing but lie there, watching me as I drove into her over and over.

“Oh god, yes,” she screamed.

Hearing her tell me what she liked, what she wanted was a huge turn on. I loved her appetite, for sex, for me. It was intoxicating.

She clenched around me, the beginnings of her orgasm flickering across her body. I wasn’t going to last long, but I had to get her there first.

I palmed her breast and she arched into my hand. “Ethan, I’m close, I can’t wait.”

My eyes darted from her face to between us, where our bodies joined. When I looked back at her she was watching as I pushed into her, so deep.

“God, Ethan, I’m so full with you deep inside me.” Her voice cracked and there she was, her mouth parted and her eyes fixed on mine as her orgasm gripped her. I watched her for as long as I could before I gave in to my own climax and collapsed over her, burying my face in her neck.

Seconds, minutes, hours later her fingers trailed down my spine and my mind wandered back into consciousness.

Anna

Somehow, he always knew what to give me. I had needed him fast and hard and that’s exactly what I got. The last twenty-four hours had unsettled me and sex had reminded me how well we worked together. Our dinner with Andrew and Mandy, during which it had been decided I would be moving countries, which I didn’t think he could have been happier about, had been wonderful and life changing. Then today the way this alpha male who barked into his phone and lost his temper so easily found beauty in such a modest, beautiful painting. I loved him for all of it. But it was close to overwhelming.

The deeper I fell into my world with Ethan, the better the sex got. It was like he’d crawled inside my body and looked at me from the inside. It was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. It was like I was giving myself to him, body and soul.

“You’re amazing,” I said as I lay my head on his chest, trailing my fingers up and down his stomach.

“Back at you.” He caught my wrist in his hand. “Stop or I’m going to have you again.”

I twisted my hand free and moved off his chest and crawled down. I wanted to suck him. I liked it when I could fit him whole in my mouth, and he hardened against my tongue.

I positioned myself on my knees between his legs and he groaned and widened his thighs before I’d even touched him. I held his hips and took him in my mouth, lapping around his length.

I looked up to find Ethan propped on his elbows, his intense stare on me. He responded quickly and soon he was deep at the back of my throat. I moaned, and found his eyes with mine, knowing how he liked me to look at him.

“No, Anna.” He pulled away from me, and before I knew it I was on my back and Ethan had his fingers against my clit.

“Ethan, I want you in my mouth.”

“I want inside you more. I know you’re ready for me.” He kept his fingers moving across my clit as he pushed into me. “You always get so wet from sucking me.” He rocked into me now in a perfect rhythm. “Do you know how hot that is? I don’t have to do anything to get you wet, do I? I just have to lie there and get my dick sucked and you’re ready for me.”

“Oh, Ethan, stop. It’s too much,” I screamed. The sight of his muscles shifting beneath his skin, how it felt as he held himself back—he was doing everything he could not to come right that second. It was so good, so right.

“I’m never going to stop, beautiful, I’m going to fuck you for the rest of our days.”

I was grabbing at him, urging him closer, deeper despite my words. I clung to his shoulders, my nails pushing into his skin, I needed to be closer to him, still. The feel of my nails on his skin increased the ecstasy of it all, the pleasure and the pain merging and multiplying. I stretched my legs wider and moved my hips to meet his so they crashed into each other—skin slapping against skin, flesh digging into flesh.

“That’s it, beautiful, I can feel you so tight, so needy,” he growled against my cheek before he licked across my lips, lapping at my moans. It was dirty and urgent. “Look at me, I want to see those beautiful eyes cloud over when you come.”

I knew as soon as I opened my eyes, I’d be lost to him. The feel of him over me, pinning me to the bed . . . the smell of him—sweat and sex mixed together—if I looked at him, that would be it. But I couldn’t deny him anything and slowly I did as he asked. My body tensed and then juddered and my nails broke into his skin. I couldn’t hold back as I screamed, “Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.”

He was there too, managing to hold off for just long enough to watch the beginning of my climax as he loved to do. His blood throbbed beneath his skin, transferring his heat to me—he was sweaty and panting and his jaw tensed as he poured into me.

“Oh, beautiful,” he cried and his head dropped to my neck.

Eventually, our breathing synchronized and slowed but he made no attempt to move. And I didn’t want him to. I loved him on top of me like that—heavy, vulnerable and all mine.

“Do you mind if I stay here forever?” he asked.

“Not even a little bit,” I whispered.

He nuzzled against my neck and then licked across the still throbbing pulse. “You taste so good,” he mumbled. “I want to taste you every day, forever.”

“Soon,” I said, turning my head to give him better access to my neck.

He took full advantage and his teeth grazed against my skin. “You’re mine,”

“I am.”

“Forever,” he said as he bit into my skin.

At some point we fell asleep because I woke up too hot, Ethan’s arms still tight around me. I tried to move him off me without disturbing him but it didn’t work. “Again, beautiful?” he mumbled and pulled me closer to him.

“I need to go to the bathroom, let me go.” His limbs relaxed and I was able to pull away.

It was gone 8 a.m. when I checked the clock. I wanted to make the most of the day so when I got back in bed, I reached between our bodies and stroked his semi-erect cock to life. In response, Ethan mumbled incoherently, his eyes still closed. He usually woke before me, so seeing him like this, before he was alert and ready for the world was new. I pushed him gently onto his back and sat astride him before taking him in my fist and guiding him into to me.

“Fuck, baby,” he continued to mumble, his eyes still closed, as I slowly lowered myself onto him. I could feel him inside me, hardening still, and I let out a small moan as I started to raise and lower myself. He was so deep inside me with me on top. I sat back on my heels, pushing as low as I could and I circled my hips.

Ethan’s eyes suddenly sprang open. “Shit!”

I smiled at him. “It’s your 8 a. m. wake-up call, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?” I asked as I pressed my palms against his stomach and lifted myself higher.

His hands went straight to my hips to pull me down. “Do you want me on your cock, sir? You want to be deep inside me?” I let him push me onto his cock as he took over my rhythm and thrust his hips up so I didn’t have to move at all.

“Jesus, Anna, what are you? Shit.” He was wide awake, responding to my grinding against him, his eyes huge and wandering from my face down my body to where we were joined and back up, always checking for my reaction to whatever he was doing to my body.

“That’s it, Ethan, right there,” I screamed as he pounded into me faster and faster. I wanted to stay like that forever, circling the mountain, just before the pleasure peaked. I collapsed onto his chest and his hands cupped my ass, keeping me in place as he continued to pump in and out of me, dragging me further and further toward my orgasm.

His fingers parted my ass cheeks and air curled against my sex. “You want to feel me here, baby?” he whispered into my hair as he brushed his fingers against the puckered flesh.

“I do, oh god.” The thought was as erotic as the reality, and my body gave me my first warning that my orgasm was close.

He pushed his erection deep into me and stilled. “Look at me Anna.”

I wasn’t sure I was capable of moving, but I managed to straighten my arms so I was still leaning over him. His fingers circled and stroked and then one pushed through the barrier of muscles. The sensation was calming almost, intense, and I slowly circled my hips, allowing myself to feel more of him.

“You like that?” he asked.

“I like everything you do to me,” I replied. I stopped moving and another finger followed his first and started to slowly push.

“And this?”

“I want it deeper, Ethan.”

He grunted and pushed his hips up into me and then stopped again before pushing his fingers farther into me. I was full of him.

I snapped my head back in response to the sensation and I moved my hands to his chest, pushing deeper and farther onto him.

“Fuck, Ethan, I’m coming.”

“Look at me, Anna.”

We were both still, frozen almost from the intensity of it and my eyes met his just as a world of intense pleasure washed over me, just from him being inside me.

“Jesus, I’m going to come so hard,” he growled as he removed his fingers slowly, and without breaking the link between our bodies, flipped me to my back and pounded into me, taking his pleasure.

“You. Make. Me. Feel. So. Good,” he said between his final thrusts as be poured into me. It was just what I needed to hear after him making me feel like no other man ever had or ever would.