“Are you serious?”
“Yep. Come and sit with me. It’s a way to find out. You’re going to have to get used to being touched. We’re going to have to do it to get pregnant.”
She took a breath. “Fine.”
Getting to her feet, she stood in front of him. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he caressed her knees, and slowly lifted her skirt up, helping her straddle his lap.
“This feels … nice.”
“Nice is good,” he said.
His cock was ready to burst through the seam of his pants. He was so damn turned on, and she was only straddling his lap.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“A long time.”
“Yes, at least a year.”
He hadn’t been with someone in some time. Had this been happening to him longer than he first thought? When he’d known Anya was going out on a date, it had affected him. He had made life difficult for her, being a complete bastard until she had to cancel several dates.
Running his hands up the back of her thighs, he couldn’t help but love the fact she belonged to him.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“You wouldn’t like it if I told you.”
She chuckled. “That makes me kind of scared.”
“Nothing to be afraid of.” He cupped her ass, squeezing the round cheeks, and moaning as he did. “You’ve got a really nice ass.”
She giggled. “This is weird. I don’t know much about you other than what I’ve learned about the company.”
“Ask anything you want.”
“Did you know you wanted kids when you were younger?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d want them. I grew up in foster care. I wouldn’t risk doing that.”
“Oh, were foster homes rough?”
“Some were, some weren’t. Depends on the people, the group of kids. It’s not just about dumping a load of kids in one place and hoping they would get along.”
“I don’t imagine it is.”
“How were your parents?”
“They were lovely. They only had me, and they had me quite late. I love them. They support me in every single decision I make.”
“And you told them about me?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“They are happy about it. If I’m happy then they are happy. They want grandkids.”
Her parents were going to get the biggest gift basket in the world as far as he was concerned.
“How is this little experiment supposed to work?” she asked.
He sank his fingers into her hair, and pulled her down. Locking his lips against hers, he closed his eyes, moaning. Her hands went to his shoulders, her nails sinking into the fabric of his shirt. Caressing down her back, he pulled her shirt out from the top band of her skirt. He didn’t break from the kiss once, sliding his tongue across her lips, opening her up.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn hot,” he said.
“This isn’t happening.”
“Oh, it is. Tell me you’re not wet. Tell me you don’t feel this, too, and I’ll leave. I won’t ask you again.”
She whimpered. “I can’t. I want to say I don’t care, but I can’t.”
He slid his other hand underneath her skirt, and touched her panty covered pussy. She cried out, but he felt the evidence of her arousal. Her panties were soaking wet.
“This is evidence that we’re going to be good together.” He took one of her hands, and placed it against his cock. “That’s what you do to me, and you’ve been doing that to me for a long time.”
She rubbed his cock and at the same time, kissed him back, the passion inside her bursting out.
He moved her panties aside, and slid a finger through her slit, stroking her clit. Circling the hard bud, he moved down, thrusting a finger into her core.
“Yes, yes, feels so good,” she said, muttering the words against his lips.
“I’m only just getting started.”
Anya opened up his pants with one hand, working his dick as she wrapped her fingers around his length. That simple touch took the pleasure to another level. Never had he felt so fucking turned on by a woman. Usually they acted coy, or the other extreme was that of a fake porn star. Anya was wet, she was aroused, and her hand on him wasn’t about blackmailing or trying to get shit from him.