The Coming of Anna (The Manhattan Series) (5 page)

“Thomas, I do not know if
what I am feeling is love.  I just know that I think of you constantly and that
I can hardly wait for the time I am in your arms each day.  I have never found
it so hard to concentrate on my job as I have been lately.  I think I might be
falling in love with you too.  But I am scared.  You know a little bit about my
past but there is still so much I have not had a chance to tell you.  It is
difficult for me to trust men.  But you are so different from anyone I know. 
With you, I feel safe; I feel like I can just be myself and give myself to you
without having to hold back.  And that I have never felt before.”

He gets up and pulls me up
from my chair.  He picks me up and carries me over to the daybed, where he lays
me down without once breaking eye contact.

Thomas puts both his hands
under my shirt.  He takes it off in one smooth movement.  When my shirt is off,
he gently pushes me back onto the pillows.  He rolls on top of me and starts
kissing my neck.  His feather light kisses send shivers down my spine.  He
starts licking downwards while his hands are already exploring the rest of me. 
His hands start moving up as his mouth approaches my breasts.  Just before he
takes a nipple into his mouth, he looks up at me and cups both my breasts with
his warm hands.

“Go on.  Please don’t stop,”
I beg him, remembering the last time he went down on me.

He licks my right nipple as
his hand plays with my left breast; squeezing it, pinching my nipple, pulling
it softly and lightly biting the other one.  I cannot help but moan and I
whisper:  “Please take me.”

“Not yet,” he replies
hoarsely.

He starts licking downwards
softly until he reaches my belly.  His tongue traces circles around my
bellybutton and then licks the inside.  He lifts his head and looks straight
into my eyes.  He puts his hands on my waist and starts pulling the blue denim
skirt off me.

I know he will be inside my
hot, wet pussy soon and I love the feeling of anticipation.  He gets up and
quickly removes his shirt and pants.  But he does not enter me immediately.  As
he gives a small smile, he moves himself down to my feet and starts licking up
my leg.  He does not skip my pussy.  He licks right over it in one swoop and I
know he has to be able to smell my juices that are by now slowly seeping from
me.  I am so aroused that I am completely under his spell.

But still he does not give in
to my woes.  He licks all the way up to my face and I start kissing him
passionately, drawing his face as close to mine as I can manage.  I roll over
so I can be on top of him.  As I feel the cool night air against my warm skin,
I know I cannot wait for him to be inside me any longer.  I cup his balls but
do not apply pressure.  They feel warm and full.  I pull myself up and let my
pussy engulf his erect cock.  He moans.

I am now in control and he is
at my mercy.  I ride him hard and fast and with every thrust I feel my ass
hitting the top of his legs.  It feels like his cock is getting even thicker
and harder as I ride him and I know he must be aware of my juices pouring out
of my pussy, coating his hips and even the top of his legs.

I can feel him exploding
inside me.  As his juices mix with mine, Thomas surprises me by lifting me off
his cock.  He moves down as he lifts my pussy over his face, licking my pussy
and taking as much of our juices pouring out of me as he can swallow.

**********

We lie there for most of the
night, drinking champagne and making love over and over again.  It is long
after midnight when I wake from a dream and realize I must have dozed off.  I
look at his strong body, lying asleep in the light of the moon shining right
above us.  The wind has come up a bit and the cool night air makes me shiver. 
How different is he from the other men I have been with before?

I have told him about Mark
and last night I decided to tell him about Anton, the only man I have dated
since my divorce.  He did not say a word.  He just started kissing me again and
again until I felt all resistance crumble and I gave myself to him again.

Thomas starts to stir.  I
know it must be the cold night air here on the roof that is waking him up.  He
opens his eyes and looks at me for the longest time.  This moment seems so
precious.  He looks like a small boy without a care in the world as he lies
there on his back, his face softly swollen from sleep.

“I wish we could just stay
here forever.  Maybe I should get Eileen to have our clothes dry cleaned and
sent over every day.  And we can order take-out.  We will never have to leave
the roof.  We can make this our love-nest where we just make love and live for
nothing but each other.”

“My darling, if there is
anyone I would share a roof with, it is you.  Don’t forget to ask Eileen to
send up a few umbrellas before the rain season starts as well.”

We laugh at our silly jokes
while we both get dressed and start making our way down back to the car.

 The next few weeks go by in a haze of working during the
day and spending the nights with Thomas.  I have never felt so loved and so content
in all my life.

We make love every night and lie in bed for hours, talking. 
We have discussed so many things about our lives.  But we also talked about
sex.  Sex had almost no part in my relationship with my ex-husband, so being in
a relationship like the one I am in with Thomas, is new and exciting to me.  I
feel free to be myself and play out every fantasy imaginable.  We have
discussed masturbating each other, sex toys, oral sex and even went as far as
to discuss the one topic I had always pushed to the back of my mind – anal
sex.  Thomas makes me feel comfortable and safe and secure enough so I do not
feel shy in being completely open and honest with him about my wants and needs.

There is only one subject which is completely taboo to him: 
spanking.  After telling him about the violence in my marriage, he refuses to
indulge me in this one fantasy.  He will not spank me during sex, no matter how
much I beg him.

“Anna, I cannot see you hurt in any way again.  I know you
feel like you want it but what if me spanking your butt suddenly brings back
all the bad memories of the abuse you suffered.  It can ruin what we have and I
am not willing to let that happen.  So please do not ask me again.”

It was the only time he did not give me my way and I felt taken
aback.  But when I started thinking about what he had said, I could see his
point.

Sticking to the routine we have become accustomed to, Thomas
comes to my place after work.  It has become our custom to spend our evenings
together, so we do not even feel like we have to make any specific
arrangements.  As long as we can be with each other, we are completely content.

It is such a beautiful, balmy evening.  After dinner we
decide to go for a stroll to the lake which is not far from my house.  The
dishes are done and I go to the bedroom.  I’m wondering if I should change into
something else, but decide my long, grey dress will do just fine.  We are only
going for a leisurely stroll and will be back soon.  I brush my hair and put
some lipstick on.  I love looking beautiful for my man and some perfume also
helps make him notice me even more.

I meet him outside the front door where he has been watering
some plants.  I love that he has become so comfortable around me and at my
house that he will do something as mundane as watering the garden without even
asking.  The smell coming from my garden is all around us as he takes my hand
in his and we head down the street.  He is telling me about some new flowers he
wants to buy for his garden. 

“You know, we have been seeing each other for some time now
and it is only now that I realize you have never been to my house.  I always
come over to your place.  As far as you know, I might be living in a cave
somewhere!”

I laugh:  “Don’t all men prefer living in caves where they
can drink beer and leave their socks lying around?”

We continue with some idle talk but I do not even try to
think about keeping up my side of the conversation.  My mind is on him.  How
handsome does he look in his jeans and his blue shirt?  I love this man so
much.  Since the first time I laid eyes on him, my heart, my mind and my body
belong only to him.  He overwhelms my senses and I cannot even think of having
to spend one night without him in my bed anymore.

In the beginning I tried convincing myself it could not be
love.  I even thought it might just be lust.  After my marriage it seemed so
unfamiliar to love and trust a man the way I did with Thomas.  But I cannot lie
to myself anymore.  I love Thomas Coaster!

We reach the edge of the lake.  It is so beautiful!  The
moon has started to rise.  A half moon is hanging midway between heaven and
earth and shines on the water.  Everything seems so peaceful and gives me a
feeling that Thomas and I are the only two people who exist.  I feel his hand
on my hip as he puts his arm around me.  He starts walking towards a park
nearby the edge of the water.  I am aware of the movement of my hip under his
hand and the changing mood between us.  His hand moves down and I now feel him
stroking my butt.  He knows how much I love that.  He stops and turns me towards
him.  I am telling him a bit about my day but the look in his eyes makes me
stop mid-sentence.  He brings his mouth down on mine and kisses me with an
intensity that takes my breath away.  He stops just as suddenly as he started
and starts walking to the swings again.

He lifts me onto a swing and starts gently pushing the swing
with me on it.  When the swing is in motion, he slips his hand under my dress. 
His hand on the inside of my thigh feels like it is burning me.  I am so turned
on at this moment!  I draw him close to me and the swing almost comes to a
complete standstill.  This time it is me kissing him.  As we are alone and it
is dark out, I let the straps of my light dress slip off my shoulders to expose
my bare breasts.  I hear him draw in his breath in a sharp sound as he takes a
breast in each hand and kisses my lips ferociously.  Immediately I feel the
wetness coming from me.  His right hand moves from my breast to lift my dress. 
He does not find it hard to slip his fingers past my g-string and he starts
stroking my pussy.  I open my legs as wide as the swing will allow me and feel
how his finger moves inside me.  He brings the finger out again to stroke my
clit and I cannot help but to start moaning. 

I slip off the swing.  My own hands find their way to his
jeans and I feel his hard, thick cock through the rough material.  I struggle a
bit to get his belt and the zipper undone, as my mind is consumed with lust for
this man in front of me.

There is a frame behind me on which the children climb. 
Thomas pushes me towards it.  He keeps kissing me and stroking me until I feel
like I am going to lose control of my body.  His hard cock is between my hands
and I massage it eagerly, as I can feel him becoming wet with precum.  Then he
suddenly breaks our kiss and looks me straight in the eye.  “I love you, Anna. 
And I want you.  Right here, right now.”

“Oh Thomas”, I gasp, knowing I would not have made it back
to the house anyway.  I want him too much.

I kiss him again and then he lifts my dress over my head. 
The sensation of the light breeze on my bare skin only serves to heighten my
state of arousal.  Then he turns me around and as if on command I put my hands
on the frame in front of me and bend over. 

Both of us are so wet from being so aroused, that Thomas has
no difficulty in pushing his cock into my slit.  He starts moving forwards and
backwards and the angle at which he is entering me, is perfect to stimulate
that ultra-sensitive spot inside me.  He thrusts harder and I feel his fingers
digging into my hips.  The next moment I feel my legs starting to shake with
the intensity of my orgasm.  As my legs give way under me, Thomas catches me
and carries me to the roundabout, where he lies me on my back.   I feel his
mouth over me and love the idea of him taking in all my juices.  But I am not
done with him yet.  My time has come to ask for what I have wanted for some
time now.

The moment he lifts his head, I get up and bend over the
railing of the roundabout. 

“Please, darling, take me in my ass,” I beg him.  

“Are you sure?  Do you think you are ready for that?” he
asks but I can hear by his quickened breathing that the idea excites him.

“Yes, do it.  Fuck my ass!”

He quickly takes some of my wetness and applies it to my
ass.  He is still so wet from being inside me, that he does not need any more
lubrication than just that. 

I feel him push his dick against my ass.  The tiny bit of
fear twinging at my thoughts, are soon pushed away by pure lust.  Even if he
hurts me, it does not matter.  I want his dick in my ass and I want him to fuck
me until both of us cum. 

I cannot help myself and push back as hard as I can against
him.  I want him inside me and I want him now!

This movement against him is all he needs to press his dick
hard against my tight hole.

“Take it very slow, my darling.  We have all night.  Don’t
force it,” he reassures me.

He pushes past the first band and then gently deeper and
deeper, until I cannot hold still anymore.  It hurts but in a way that makes my
excitement grow like never before.  I rock back and forth rhythmically and feel
how his dick grows even more with the excitement of being inside me.

And then we both explode in an earth-shattering climax.  His
hands reach around me as he squeezes my clit.  My hands reach back and I feel
my nails dig into him.   I feel his dick pulsate inside me as he cums and my
legs give way under me for a second time tonight.