Anson (The Black Stallion Book 3)

by Maggie Ryan

  “Tell me to stop,” he mumbled against her parted mouth. “Tell me to stop right now, and I will.”

  “No.” God no. Please don’t stop. Natalia clung to his shoulders as she pressed her tongue even deeper, needing connection to this man as if her life depended on it. She had never hungered for something so badly in her life. One kiss. One touch. One fuck. That was all she needed to feel alive again. To feel normal and free.

  When Anson’s fingertips slipped beneath her blouse and grazed along her ribcage, she pulled away, her eyes on his as she slowly lifted her shirt up over her head, completely baring herself to him. His eyes never left hers until she felt heat suffuse her cheeks that had nothing to do with the sticky, oppressive air of their jungle bungalow.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered as he lowered his head and kissed each of her breasts before pulling one of her nipples into his mouth. The sound of his low moan set her core ablaze. Running her fingers through his hair as he sucked and nibbled, she flung her head back in abandon as he alternated from one breast to the other. She could have stayed like that forever—he drinking from her flesh—but his delicious little bites came to an end.

  Working his way up her chest to her neck, and then to her lips again, Anson lowered her to her back while claiming her mouth in another passionate kiss. Yes, yes, she wanted this. She wanted this so badly that she didn’t hesitate to help as he knelt up and began to push down his boxers using only one hand.

  Pausing for a split second in worry, her fingertips touched the bandage. “Your wound…”

  Having tossed his boxers aside, he bent over her, his naked flesh pressed against hers. “Shhh,” Anson commanded as he conquered her mouth completely. “I’m fine.”

  Even if this wasn’t the best idea for his injury, Natalia knew she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to. She wouldn’t. This was nothing like she’d ever experienced. This was not some monster abusing her, demanding she display herself to him. Not a man whose anger at his own inability to perform drove him to force her to absorb the brunt of his anger. Anson was a man who was allowing her to choose… a man she not only knew she could trust with her very life, but a man she wanted with every ounce of her soul. She wanted Anson Steele to claim her and make her his.

  Chapter 11

  The woman who had been so strong, so hard, was melting like butter beneath his touch. Anson could feel every tremble of her lips transferred to his as he gently kissed her. He swept the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth and when her lips parted, he enjoyed the taste of her. The hint of bananas instantly brought to mind the sight of her enjoying her breakfast, her lips curling around the fruit before her perfect white teeth took small nips of the banana. Needing to take his own bite, he drew her lower lip between his teeth, giving the soft flesh a gentle nip, drawing a deep moan from her which caused his cock to twitch against her hip. Soothing the slight sting with a gentle laving, he swallowed her next moan. He’d waited for so long to connect with the woman who had captured his very soul all those months ago. Even when Natalia gave his hair a none too gentle tug, he ignored her silent plea to rush. He had no plan to hurry, no desire to miss a single moment of exploring every single inch of her, mapping her body with his lips, tongue and fingers.

  Moving only the tiniest bit, he pressed his lips to her cheeks, swearing he could feel the heat that stained her bronze skin a beautiful rose color, emphasizing her high cheekbones and drawing his eyes to hers. He kissed her brow and when she sighed and her eyes fluttered shut, he pressed his lips against her eyelids, knowing that beneath the thin membrane were the windows to her soul—a soul he’d searched for his entire life and recognized as the other half of his. When they opened, raw desire shining from the depths of emerald green flecked with tiny glints of gold only strengthened his resolve to take Natalia to a place where she would feel safe enough to fall apart in his arms, to know that he’d always be there to catch her—to protect her, to love her.

  Cupping her cheek, her skin like velvet against the roughness of his palm, he stroked his thumb along her flesh. His heart caught as she turned her head to press her lips against his skin, her tongue giving its own tiny lick that once again had his cock twitching. Still, he had far more to taste, to explore. When she turned her face back to his, he smiled and bent to kiss her forehead. Anson ran his fingers through the long dark tendrils of her hair. The strands reminded him of exotic woods. Red tints were those of mahogany; brown curls lightened to a gold by the sun mimicked the colors of tiger wood. The hues of chestnut, maple and teak were all part of the heavy curtain that fanned out against the white pillowcase. Lifting a tendril, he pressed his lips to the curl, imagining the length of it falling forward, hiding her features as she lowered her mouth to his sex, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his cockhead. This time it was his groan that filled the air, and it took him a moment to realize that the little minx had obviously decided that a more deliberate tug might accomplish what the pulls on his hair had not. He glanced down to see her hand was wrapped around his shaft, her fingers moving slowly up and down his length. It felt heavenly, and yet he was nowhere near ready to concede to her ministrations. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around hers, gave a gentle squeeze and then pulled her hand free.

  “Not yet. I still have far more to explore,” he said softly, lifting her hand and giving her palm a kiss.

  “But I want—”

  “Shhh, you’re not the boss right now. Just relax and let me enjoy my breakfast.”

  Those gorgeous green eyes rolled and he grinned when she said, “I already served you breakfast, remember?”

  He bent to her breast, her nipple puckering even tighter as he blew across the pebbled surface. “I do, but I’m a man who likes to enjoy several courses. Like these sweet little berries. I simply must have another taste.” With that, he drew her nipple into his mouth, suckling gently, the action causing her fingers to return to his hair. God, she was so incredibly responsive with every gentle tug of his lips and when he took a soft bite, she arched up, pressing her breast to his mouth as if asking for more. Anson felt her legs sliding apart and knew that she was again communicating her needs without having to speak a word. Releasing her nipple with a pop, the nub now swollen and glistening with his saliva, looking so very much like a ripe raspberry, he kissed the valley between her breasts and every inch of her flesh as he moved up the slope of her right breast before sweeping his tongue across the matching berry that topped the mound.

  “Delicious,” he murmured, circling her areola with the tip of his tongue until he could hear her sucking in her breath, the hard bud seeming to tremble as if threatening to explode. He could spend a lifetime drawing the fruit into his mouth and still not be satiated with the incredible taste of this woman. Suckling and nipping, her hand pressing against his head as if to keep him connected, he enjoyed his appetizer, but the aroma of her arousal had him hungering for more and he knew exactly what would comprise the next course of the feast that was Natalia Alvarez. Lifting his head, the ripe raspberry held lightly between his teeth, he watched her eyes widen, glazed with need, with desire, with lust. Grinding the fruit of her flesh just a bit, he felt her legs open yet wider as if inviting him to take his place between them. With a last gentle tug, he allowed her breast to fall free from his hold, but made sure to lower his head once more to soothe the bite that claimed her as his.

  His tongue swept along flesh covered with the tiniest little bumps, his touch causing her body to react, to tremble, to break out in gooseflesh. Anson circled the tiny canyon of her belly button before dipping his tongue into the valley, loving the fact that the action caused her back to bow once again as she arched against his mouth. Adding another sensation to her experience, he ran his fingers through the soft, curly thatch of her pubic hair with the lightest of touches as if to communicate his next destination.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered, her hips lifting from the mattress as his fingertip barely grazed the lips of her sex. She was alre
ady wet, her slickness testimony to her arousal. He slipped his finger between her lips, gliding through her dew and causing her to groan as he lifted his finger free and then to moan as he found the small bundle of nerves that was already pulsating beneath his touch.

  “Shall I taste yet another berry?” he asked, not needing her to verbally respond as her body was doing all the communicating he needed. Sliding down another few inches, ignoring the twinge of discomfort the move caused when he forgot his injury and put his weight on his right arm, he adjusted his position, all the while again blowing soft breaths against flesh that was dampened with her arousal. “Spread your legs,” he encouraged, watching as she obeyed, the move revealing her to his gaze as he absorbed the beauty that was the very core of Natalia’s femininity. Soft petals opened further with his fingertips, baring her pink inner lips to his view. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen; a woman who had haunted his dreams laid open and wanting. Lowering his head, he broadened his tongue and took a long, slow swipe, relishing her essence. It was the most delicious taste he’d ever experienced, and with her soft cry, her fingers once more clutching his hair, he knew he’d remember this feast for the rest of his life. Nothing existed except for the two of them. Time stood still as if to separate this act into its own dimension—a parallel time line traveled only by the two of them. The only sounds he heard were her soft whimpers and mews as he licked again and again, gathering her dew to savor, to memorize. Her entire body trembled as he finally drew her clitoris between his lips, the tip of his tongue flicking ever so gently over the small bud until she was squirming, lifting her hips, pulling his hair as if to beg him to take his first bite. This time, Anson obeyed her body’s silent demand, positioning his teeth around her pearl and then gently closing them until she gasped, and the pull on his hair increased ten-fold.

  Releasing his prize, he soothed it with a gentle lap of his tongue, and yet had no desire to allow her to fall over the edge—not yet. Her sound of disappointment had him smiling as he lifted his head, reaching to disengage her clutch on the blond strands. Bringing her palm to his lips, he kissed her flesh before doing the same to her other hand. Looking up her body, he met eyes that had darkened, reminding him of some exotic cat that prowled in the jungle outside the door to their haven.

  “Put your hands over your head and keep them there,” he instructed softly. When she seemed to hesitate, he said, “Obey me, Natalia.” He was a man who never demanded a woman be submissive, not a man who believed women were in any way inferior just because of their gender, and yet, he was a man who enjoyed being the leading force in the bedroom. He once again kissed her palms, pleased when he released them to find that she continued to pull them up until they were over her head. The move elongated her torso, causing her breasts to push up, her nipples taut at the tips of breasts that were round and generous.

  “Thank you,” he said, giving her a smile before he once again lowered his head. Her reward was another suckle of her clit, another few bites that had her squirming beneath him, her soft cries of “please” noted, and yet once again ignored. Leaving her clit now a bit swollen and visibly trembling, he again stroked his tongue between the soft petals of her vulva before he pushed it inside her, causing yet another cry and a quick touch of her hands against his shoulders before they were returned to their place with his single look.

  Anson feasted and Natalia provided the music of this dance as she made sounds that kept his cock rock hard. Every utterance had him determined to make sure this incredible woman would remember this moment, praying that each second spent worshipping at her altar would drive a bit of Montez further away. When she was giving more whimpers than mews, he replaced his tongue with a single finger, pushing it deep into her pussy, feeling velvet walls clench around his digit as if wishing to keep it in place. Soft cries communicated her distress at not being completely filled, yet he continued to tease her with the softest of strokes as he returned to lick and nibble at her clit.

  “God, please! Anson, I beg you…”

  How could any man resist such a plea? Anson added a second finger, curving his hand to find that special spot inside her pussy, stroking the slightly rough, spongy surface as he drew her clit into his mouth. Her cry of pleasure and her arch against his hand had him making each suckle a bit stronger than the last, each stroke a bit harder until she was uttering a continuous, unintelligible plea for release. Every muscle of her body tensed, telegraphing her impending explosion.

  Lifting his head for a brief moment, he saw her fingers clutching the bed sheets and her chest heaving. Her beautiful eyes were closed; her soft mouth open the tiniest bit as she continued her cries.

  “Come for me, Natalia. Let go and let me taste your pleasure.” With that, he lowered his head and once again captured her clit. It didn’t take but another moment before she splintered, muscles that had been tense before now contracting violently around his fingers buried deep inside her as her cream flowed. He wasn’t yet satisfied, continuing his suckling, adding a few nips and another finger. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, loving that each thrust inside was met with clenching muscles of her body, drawing him deeper and seeming reluctant to allow his escape with each withdrawal. His mouth never left her body, his tongue swiping, his teeth nipping, his lips kissing as he encouraged her to ascend that mountain again until, with a cry of his name, she shattered again, the convulsions even stronger as she let herself fly from the precipice.

  Anson slowly brought her down, his touch softer, his mouth gentle as she whimpered, and when next he felt her hands on his head, he didn’t order her to remove them. Instead, he gave her a final long lick, a last kiss and then slid his fingers free. Looking up, he saw that her eyes were once again open, a look of such unadulterated bliss filling them that only grew as he put his fingers into his mouth to suckle the last of her cream from them. The blush that began in her breasts and moved up her neck to color her cheeks at the sight of him enjoying her taste only made her even more beautiful in his eyes. Her look of contentment had him determined to conquer her mouth, to once again nibble on the lips that were curved in her pleasure. Reversing his original direction, he repeated the path he’d taken earlier. He kissed her soft thatch of hair before licking once again up her abdomen to take another dip into her belly button. Her flesh was still pebbled and her nipples still hard as little diamonds as he again suckled each one. After kissing the hollow of her throat, he finally hovered a centimeter from her lips as she licked the bottom one.

  “You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered against her lips. “Every single inch of you is absolutely beautiful.” He pressed his lips to hers to find her demanding more as she arched up to deepen the kiss. He knew she could taste herself and found the thought erotic as their tongues danced, her nipples rubbing against his chest, his cock brushing against her body. Only the need to breathe pulled them apart, and with that move, she spoke.

  “That was… incredible.”

  “It was,” he agreed, bending to kiss her again. The next time they had to breathe, she pushed against his chest.

  “It’s my turn,” she said, her words firm and yet her eyes a bit unsure of his reaction. When he just smiled, her eyes cleared and she said, “You’re not the only hungry one, you know. You wouldn’t deny a girl her own feast would you, Mr. Steele?”

  “Absolutely not,” he said with a grin and another twitch of his cock at what her words implied.

  She smiled, but as he rolled to lie on his back and gave a soft moan as his arm protested the sudden move, her grin became a frown. When she knelt up, her eyes not going to his cock but to the bandage, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching up to push back the thick curtain of her hair, turning her head in order to lock gazes.

  “I’m fine… well, that part of me is fine.” With a grin meant to assure the doctor that her patient wasn’t about to pop any of the stitches she’d so carefully sewn, he fisted his cock in his left hand, moving his fingers up and down i
ts length. The move did as he desired and turned her attention to the area of his body that did need her attention.

  “You’re a naughty patient, Mr. Steele,” she said, but smiled as she scolded, reaching out to cover his hand with hers. “And it’s very bad when a patient believes he knows more than the doctor.” She looked up and grinned. “Put your arms over your head and keep them there… well, at least your left arm.”

  So two can play this game, Anson thought, his ego not bothered in the least at her repeating his earlier order. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, obeying but taking the time to stroke a fingertip across her parted lips as if reminding her of her earlier thinly veiled promise. Tucking his left arm beneath his head, allowing his right to lie at his side, he happily played the part of her patient as her hand began to stroke up and down his cock. She gave him a smile as she bent to flick her tongue over his nipples. The sensation was extremely pleasant and caused his cock to jerk, a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. She continued to lightly stroke him as she moved between his nipples, leaving them glistening and hard as she sat up. Anson watched as she settled between legs he parted to give her room to kneel, loving the fact that she could look up to meet his eyes from that position. Of course, he had to admit that he loved it even more when her head lowered and her hair fell onto his abdomen right before her tongue flicked out to lap at the drops of his seed that had continued to ooze from his cockhead. His gasp of pleasure brought her eyes to his, her lips opening to engulf the mushroom shaped head as her tongue continued to lap at his flesh.