Anna got dressed in a hurry, pulling over the white lace, flowing lingerie top that she and Sam had indeed bought while going lingerie shopping last weekend. Like it had been at the store, the top clung to her breasts intimately, making them look perfect and supple. The other section of it was sheer and, like Jane's bridesmaid dresses, flowed out to make her pregnant belly.
Right on her hip bones was part of the white lace thong. It was the very same one that had been on the hotel floor back in Florida. She smiled to herself as she thought about what the man upstairs would say. With about a good inch of sheer lace at the top, an even thinner section covering her core, and just barely a string at the back, Anna had to admit that all the time she had been spending at the gym really paid off.
The only difference between what she looked like now and what she had looked like seven months ago was her stomach. Getting larger by the week with their growing daughter, her belly rounded out very well. It was smooth to the touch, and thankfully, she hadn't seen any stretch marks just yet.
Taking one, heavy breath, Anna took one last look in the mirror. Her pale cheeks were flushed, and she looked hungry. It wasn't a hunger for food but rather for the man that was just upstairs, waiting in his bed and probably wondering what in the world was taking so long.
Anna checked her phone. It had only taken her five minutes to ruffle up her hair to look at least partially sexy and to put on the lingerie that he hoped he would drool over. Setting the slim piece of technology down, she put on her bathroom robe that would keep her clothing – or lack thereof – a secret to Titus. She tied the pink bathrobe tightly and then walked down the hallway with the lightest of footsteps.
The stairs creaked on her way up, and by the time she was on the second floor, Anna saw that his door was open. That open bedroom door revealed almost all of Titus. Sprawled out with his face lit up from the laptop before him, he looked absolutely amazing. Those pajama pants did wonderful, yet terrible, things to her state of mind.
Titus smiled when he saw her, eyes widening just a little before returning to the heated gaze that followed her. “Hey.”
“Whatchya doin'?” she asked, still feeling a little nervous.
“Sit,” he said, patting the spot next to him, “and I'll show you.”
After sitting down, she was immediately pulled towards him, her head soon resting on his shoulder as her entire body heated up by just that single touch. Anna took one look at the laptop screen and then burst out laughing, not believing that he would have to plan something out this much for something that was nature to two human beings.
There were even candles everywhere in the room. They weren't lit yet, but she could see a box of matches inside of Titus's pajama pants pocket. Exactly to the right of that box was Titus's hard arousal. Pressing against the shorts, his length lay straight on his belly, just inside of the pants.
Hands burning and a little timid to soon be touching in the most intimate of places, Anna let out a laugh that was much shakier than the last. Titus craned his head towards her, a smile on his face, longing and love in those eyes.
“I wanted to be a little creative,” he told her before redirecting his gaze to the computer screen. “I've narrowed it down to two positions. You won't be on your back at all, and we'll be very close.”
He scrolled through the pictures until he landed on just the one he wanted. It showed a blue cartoon man sitting cross legged with his back straight and his mouth connected with the pink woman's breast. The woman was right on top of the man, her legs wrapped around his waist while her back was arching into his touch.
“This one's called the Lotus,” he said excitedly. “Like I said, we'll be close, but with our legs being crossed and all, I wouldn't really be able to see anything.”
She gulped. “And what exactly would you like to uhm...see?”
“I wanna see you stretch around me,” he said as if they were discussing the weather or deciding on which type of couch to buy.
This, the narrowing down of two sexual positions and discussing the pros and cons, was very much like buying a couch. Here they were, just staring at this computer screen with her face feeling as if it was on fire, her center wet, and Titus clearly very, very aroused, and they just debated about whether the Lotus was the right one for them or not.
“And here's the Basket,” he explained. “It's about the same, except I think I'd lean against the headboard and my legs would be straight instead of crossed. And I'll be able to see everything.”
“Then let's do the Basket,” she agreed, still giggling at how domesticated they were about this whole thing.
But then he turned to her. His eyes held a primal, possessive look that sent chills down her spine, and a gush of arousal into her white thong that was still concealed by the pink robe. A smile stretched across his face, looking deadly and so him that Anna almost let out a moan as a picture of him filling her entered her mind.
“What's so funny?” he asked.
“You.” She smiled just as he did, only less animal-like. “You've obviously put a lot of thought into this.”
“So have you.” He fingered the lapel of her robe, hot breath fanning across her neck. “You gonna take this off now?”
Anna leaned further into his touch, until she was only a breath away from those tempting lips. It only took a slight incline of her head before her lips were brushing his in a much anticipated kiss. As she felt a single one of his hands coming up to cup her neck and deepen the kiss, she pulled back before he could do so and got out of the bed entirely.
“You're killin' me,” Titus groaned before getting up with her.
He took out the matchbox from his pocket before going around the room. Every candle out of what looked like at least ten was lit, each letting off a unique scent that soon melded into one and cast them both into a more heated ambiance. Putting the box into his nightstand, Titus leaned back against the bed and reclined against the headboard, lazily lifting his arms to the back of his head.
Everything – except what was covered in those pants – was bared to her. His chest was spread out and wide with his arms back, the muscles there flexing. Defined with that same rigid muscle, his torso was a work of art. His smile, she saw as she looked up, even more so.
White teeth gleaming in the candlelight and eyes reflecting that same look that she knew was in hers, this man before her looked absolutely gorgeous and in control. That same rigid length that she had been dying to touch before was at an even harder attention, a tiny, microscopic spot in the front looking a little damp.
“I'm...I'm going to get undressed now,” she said, her voice the complete opposite of what had sounded sultry and seductive in her head.
Anna looked down at the ground, feeling ashamed at her lack of experience in the seduction department. She wasn't meant to be this amazingly hot sex goddess that every man wanted. She was just simple, schoolteacher Anna who was downright terrible at being the enchanting temptress Titus most definitely would rather have.
The bed shifted, bringing her head up. Getting up from the bed, Titus walked towards her. His footsteps were heavy and measured, and there was a promising smile in his eyes that made most of her worries go away.
“I thought you were going to take this off for me,” he said, fingers yet again playing with the tie around her pregnant waist.
Moving his hand away, Anna took a heavy breath. Her hands trembled a little bit with the simple act of undoing the tight knot, but she forged on. This was her husband, and there was nothing to hide with him.
As soon as she managed to undo the knot, Anna felt the robe gape open, revealing only the very front of herself. Titus's eyes widened, and then it didn't matter. It didn't matter that her belly was big with their baby and that it wasn't the most attractive look.
Because this was Titus, and she knew he loved seeing her in any way she came.
The last thought had her peeling off the heavy material from her shoulders. It fell down to the hardwood floor, sinking to her feet in a pool of pink material. Anna let out a shaky breath before raising her eyes to meet Titus's.
“This is the same one from the hotel,” he said, Adam's apple bobbing before another smile – one that made her heart race with the promises that it held – appeared on his tanned face.
She twirled around. “You like it?”
With every twirl, she felt more beautiful. With every look into those eyes that assured her he was everything that she would ever need, Anna's entire body lit up, and she knew that Titus would always love her – just as she would always love him.
“I'm going to kiss you now,” was all he said before stopping her twirling and wrapping an arm around her waist.
She rubbed hands that no longer shook on his firm pectorals, rubbing the nipples with the pads of her thumbs. “I'm going to kiss you, too.”
Tilting her head, Anna wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes. They held themselves there for what felt like an eternity, until he lowered his mouth just the slightest bit and they connected.
The simple touch itself made her toes curl with just the need to finally have this man take her. His hands tightened at the back of her flowing lingerie, tickling the skin there and creating an inner fire that made Anna deepen the kiss.
Titus didn't protest as her tongue moved into his mouth, delving into the sweet cavern that tasted of fresh mint. She smiled into his mouth at the thought of him diligently brushing his teeth and gums so that he would be perfect.
Tangling her hands into his slightly shaggy hair that had always been so close cropped it appeared as if he buzzed it every day, Anna couldn't help but let out a breathy moan as his hands traveled down her back to cup her rear end with one, large warm hand. Feeling bolder than ever before, she trailed her hands down his back, scratching the tough skin with her fingernails to emit a moan from his mouth.
As she got to the stretchy waistband of his pants, Anna slipped only part of her hand down, touching the hard, sculpted muscle of his firm ass. She felt his length twitch at that, and everything felt as if it caught on flame. Pulsing and clenching, her center was begging to be filled. Every, single part of her was simply possessed by this man.
His tongue probed into her mouth even deeper, until all she could feel, breathe in, and think about was him. Her nipples beaded at the thought of him lavishing the sensitive peaks with his tongue, and she pushed them up against his chest so that her belly was only touching his the lightest bit. The friction sent electric shots all over her body, until she couldn't do anything but pull away for a much needed breath.
“Titus,” she breathed as his fingers toyed with the bottom of her flowing lingerie top.
He didn't say a word, only possessing her with another kiss that had her eyes fluttering shut as he lifted the top up. Anna brought her arms up to accommodate him, and then, cool air touched everywhere on her bare torso, sending a shiver up her spine.
His hands, warm, hot, and ready, sent that chill away, massaging and rubbing her back and them coming around to breasts that had become so sensitive that Anna couldn't help but let out a moan. His thumbs rubbed against her beaded nipples, their tongues tangling and completely overwhelming her.
She brought her own hands to the very front of his chest again, rubbing her fingertips along his muscled arms and then resting them once again on his torso. He sucked in a heavy breath at the touch and pulled away from the searing kiss.
“Oh, God, Anna,” he said, moving his hips until his length rested against her belly.
Surging with the need to make him come apart under her touch, Anna trailed her hands lower and lower down his muscled torso. He jumped as her fingers danced across the heated skin of his stomach, the hand on her breast tightening almost painfully. Smiling, she moved lower and lower, only stopping once her fingertips reached the waistband once again where just the very tip of his wide length could be felt.
Delving underneath the thin material, she circled all around the base of his length with her hands, not actually grasping his arousal but rather just teasing, tempting touches that had curses coming from his mouth. Her nails played lightly with the balls underneath and then circled around the base, going back and forth between the two regions that were so close together until Titus was thrusting his hips against her hand.
He, in turn, pressed his fingers through the sheer front of the thong and into her aching, wet center. She moaned at just the lightest touch to the very sensitive little ball of nerves that was right underneath his thumb. A single finger went around the thong, pressed into her core, and then entered her slowly, forcing a heady groan from her mouth.
His head dipped down next, teasing her sensitized nipples in the same rhythm as the finger that pumped in and out of her. Another finger joined, stretching her and curving as he picked up the pace. His thumb kept pressing against her clit.
“Touch me,” he murmured against her breast, his voice giving the imitation that he was actually in control.
But as she did touch him, wrapping her hand around his thick, hard length, she knew he was anything but. Pre-come was dripping from the tip, lubricating him as she stroked up and down. He pressed into her hand more, raising his head up to lick against her neck.
“Just like that,” Titus whispered against her ear.
Her eyes fluttered shut of their own accord, and she tightened her hold on him. “Like this?” Anna asked, flicking her thumb over the slit.
“Yes.” He bit down on her neck, making her let out a loose cry.
She arched her back into the touch, loving the way his tongue moved against the most sensitive spot of her neck and then her collarbone before laving her breasts once more with his hot mouth. After giving one last, good pump of her hand on him, Anna pushed his pants all the way down until they pooled at his feet, leaving him completely naked.
The thong came sliding down her legs until they were next to the robe, his hands coming down a moment later. And then he was lifting her up, holding her rear end in his hands as the tip of his length came in contact with her dripping center and then receded just as he sat down on the bed.
His back leaning against the headboard, and his legs bent just slightly in front of him with her legs spread on his thighs, it certainly was an erotic sight. Sweat pooled down his forehead, onto his chest, and downward, coating her thighs that were equally as slick.
Rubbing her fingernails up and down his hard thighs, Anna couldn't help but grasp his length in her hands once more, enjoying the feel of soft skin covering a hardness that made her core clench at just the thought of him filling her. His hand landed right on top of hers, forcing her to apply a great pressure and a slower stroke.
“Not so fast, honey,” Titus drawled. “Let me get inside you first.”
He cupped her lower curls just as he said it, inserting two fingers to test her readiness. She was ready, Anna knew. She had been ready ever since stepping foot into the bedroom. Seemingly satisfied, Titus dragged her across his lap and then took her hand off his heated, rock hard length that was so much better than she had ever imagined.
The very tip of his length pressed into her center and slightly burned as she adjusted to his size. Anna instinctively moved her hips to get him in, but he held her back, playing with her clit in light strokes that made her head spin.
With his free hand, Titus controlled his arousal. He pressed the head against the sensitive nub that was being teased by his finger. The contact sent a shock of some firey and electric into her lower belly, and she let out a cry. She tried to touch him, to finally get him to enter her, but he pulled her hands behind her back in a stranglehold that was just the right amount of dominance she craved.
“Do you like that?” he asked, stroking his erection on the sensitive little sphere of nerves until Anna had to squeeze her eyes shut from all the sensation.
“Please,” she begged. “Please.”
Titus kissed her lips, sliding his tongue in before pulling back. “Open your eyes.”
Opening her eyes, Anna focused in on his sweat slicked body below hers. He leaned forward to kiss her belly and then to plant another light brushing of lips on her forehead, his length still in hand and her arms still trapped behind her back.
“I want you to watch.”
She nodded and then gazed upon the length that was rubbing against her core. He pulled the head that was inside back. The tip was glistening in the candlelight from her juices, and he rubbed it just once with the pad of his thumb, the sight somehow turning her on even more.
And then, he positioned the head inside, letting out a heated moan before pulling her closer. From below, Anna felt a stretch that burned with pain yet felt so good that she inched her hips forward. She looked down at their bodies joined again. He wasn't all the way in yet, just circling the base with his fingertips and spreading her juices all over his length until well-lubricated.
Toying one last time with her clit, Titus moved his hips further in, closer, and so much more intimately until he was sunk all the way in. Anna let out a gasp at the feeling of him being in so, so deep. It took her breath away. Both the sight and feel of her body accommodating his arousal was so erotic and so good she couldn't do anything but just sit there.
“I love you,” he said, voice sounding like gravel as it was spit through gritted teeth.
Her body clenched around him at the words, shooting those sparks up her spine and all through her body. “I love you, too,” she told him before cupping his face and leaning closer.
They kissed slowly, neither one of them moving except for their mouths that met and tongues that tangled. One hand tangled in her hair while the other pressed into her hip bone. She smoothed her fingertips down his stomach, smiling into the kiss as she felt the muscles there contort and then relax.
Testing the waters, Anna shifted her hips just the tiniest bit. A little in-and-out movement that brought his glistening flesh out and then filled her right back up again. His lips parted from hers without warning before the sound of his head being thrown back and hitting the headboard reverberated throughout the room.
“Stop moving,” he cried more than said.
Nostrils flared, eyes wild, and fingers digging into both her hips to keep her from moving, Titus was certainly not a man in control. He was on the edge already, she could tell, but she didn't care. He had waited this long for her; the least she could do was give him all the pleasure she could.
She grinned, trailing her nails up and down his sensitive stomach once more. “Why can't I move?”
And just to emphasize her question, Anna raised up on her knees until only the tip of him was inside her before sinking back down, his length impaling her and making Anna see stars. The cords of his neck visibly tightened so much so that he looked like he was about to come now. The thought of forcing him to lose his control was all too appealing.
“Why can't I move?” she asked right before moving on top of him again.
“Stop,” he gasped. “I can't...I won't last long enough to make you-”
She rose back up on her knees, making him sink into her again. “Titus,” she said, removing the hands that were trying to keep her from moving, “let go for once.”
“No, this isn't how it's supposed to-”
Anna slid back down onto him in four, quick moves, feeling so good at having him inside her and being able to drive him this crazy. A few moments later, a warm substance was being ejaculated into her. His head hit the headboard once again, and he let out a harsh yelp. It was quiet for a few minutes. He softened inside her and then pulled out shortly after, blushing, sweaty, and everything that he usually wasn't.
“Did you...” he trailed, but she knew what he was asking.
“No.” She smiled and then kissed him one more time.
“I'm sorry-”
“Don't be sorry. I plan on practicing a lot.”
He smiled then, too, no longer the man who thought he had to be the most perfect man in the world for her. “A lot?”
“Yes,” she said, “with my husband. He's a stud.”
“He is?”
Anna kissed him again. “Yes, he is, and I love him.”
“He loves you, too. More than anything.”