Chapter 4

He reached for their pillows and pulled them beneath her, piling them so her body could rest on them. Anya shivered with anticipation. The first time Gus had taken her from behind she'd been scared, aroused, panicked, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. But as with everything else, he'd been slow, loving, tamping down his own rising need to arouse her to the point where she wanted it as much as he did.

But still, he'd never taken her there. Would tonight be the night? As she'd come to know Gus over the past six months she'd learned he was a man of great sexual appetites. She'd also discovered he kept a large part of himself tucked away, leery of frightening her, knowing how her short brush with Virgil and his operation had traumatized her. Didn't he know she trusted him more than any other man she'd ever met? That she was ready for whatever he wanted? Desired?

She wiggled her buttocks, hoping to send him a signal of some kind.

His chuckle was low and throaty. "Getting anxious, are you? I like that. My shy little flowers is coming into full bloom." He placed an open-mouthed kiss on each cheek of her buttocks before leaning over her and rubbing her cunt with his clever fingers.

He knew exactly where and how to touch her to heat her blood and make her nerve endings sizzle. The urge inside her to explore further with him, to push the erotic envelope, grew stronger each time they made love.

Anya gripped the spindles of the headboard and rocked her hips as Gus' fingers pinched her clit, rubbed the lips of her cunt and probed deep inside her hungry channel. She closed her eyes, giving herself up to the pleasure that surged through her body.

More, more, more!

The words screamed in her head.

Then she heard the welcoming sound of foil ripping and visualized Gus rolling the condom onto his thick swollen cock. The muscles inside her pussy clenched in anticipation.

In another second the tip of his shaft probed at her entrance. His hands tightened on her hips as he pushed slowly but steadily forward, entering her a little at a time.

All the way in! All the way in, Gus! I'm not a china doll.

"Am I hurting you?" She heard the strain in his voice as he fought for control.

"No." She shoved back at him. "Damn it, Gus. I keep telling you. I'm not afraid with you. Take me. Hard."

"All right, darlin'." He slid out very slowly, then slammed into her. She felt the broad head nudging at the entrance to her womb and trembled with delight.

"Yes." She rocked back again. "That's what I want. "I won't break, Gus. Fuck me, Hard."

"Hold tight, then."

His hips rolled as he pulled out, slid back in, each stroke harder and faster than the one before. Keeping one hand on a hip to steady himself, Gus reached around to her clit and tugged it between two fingers. As he plunged in and out of her his fingers pulled back and forth in the same tempo.

Harder and harder Gus drove into her, working her to bring her to the edge. Anya felt an icy heat rocket through her and the climax building low in her belly. It surged through her exploding just as she felt Gus stiffen behind her signaling the onset of his own orgasm. And then they crashed together, shuddering with the force of their release, the muscles of her cunt milking him.

He shouted her name as he emptied himself into her, the hot jets of his semen pouring into the thin latex shield.

At last they were spent. Gus reached up to unclench her fingers from the spindles, then leaned forward onto her, his heart pounding against her back and mingling with her own heartbeat. The only sound in the room was the harsh rasping of their breathing as they struggled to drag air into their lungs.

When he'd gathered himself enough, Gus withdrew from her and headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Anya shoved the pillows toward the headboard and rolled onto her back, a sense of satisfied lassitude creeping through her, making her limbs weak. She smiled to herself, remembering each moment of carnal pleasure their coupling brought to her.

How her life had changed in just six months. Her success at her job gave her confidence. Her relationship with Gus made her believe in herself, believe that she could have it all. She supposed it was the one thing she had Virgil Branson to thank for. If not for him, she wouldn't have called Gus that night and be where she was now.

Gus slid into bed beside and bent his head to kiss her, his tongue tracing the line of her mouth before teasing inside. But this wasn't a hungry kiss. It was gentle. Tender. A kiss that promised so many things. She reveled in it, pulling Gus' head down tighter to her, anchoring her fingers in his hair. She loved it that every time they made love he cuddled her afterward, showing his feelings in so many ways.

She had just spooned against him, his arms wrapped around her, when the phone rang.

"Shit. Who the hell wants me now?" He reached for the phone. "This better be damn good." But then his entire body tightened. "What? Are you kidding me? Damn it all to hell, anyway." He listened some more. "All right, all right. We're on our way." He replaced the phone, leaned over and kissed her cheek. "We need to get up, Anya. We have to go to the office."

"What's wrong?" Her heart nearly stopped beating. "What's happening, Gus."

She could feel the anger rising from him in waves. "Virgil Branson escaped."