Chapter 16 - Harvey/Anastasia

HarveyI don't miss the way Anastasia is squeezing her thighs together when I put her down on the desk. I smirk because I know she got off on giving me that blowjob. Best blow job of my life indeed.

I lift her dress up and position myself between her legs.

"I waited 14 years, I came all the way here... So if you don't make me finish, I'm going to bite your dick off the next time I get on my knees" she threatens

"I love it when you talk dirty to me" I chuckle, "But tonight you're going to take everything I give you, and be thankful for it. Are we clear?" I demand

A shiver runs over her, even as I see that spark in her eye. The one I adore. And I watch the last of her walls and desire for control fade.

I slide my hand along her cheek and into her hair at the base of her neck. I crouch down and kiss her, tipping her head up to me.

"Are we clear?" I repeat

"Yes" she murmurs against my lips, and I take that opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth to claim her and take my time with it, because we have a full night ahead of us. 

Our kisses are perfect. No teeth clash, neither of us fumble. I remember early kisses being awkward, having to figure out a rhythm, the give and take that didn't quite match up right. But with Ana, that's not the case. Everything feels right.

I reach up to the straps of her dress and push them off her shoulders.

"Harvey, wait..." she doesn't let me pull them passed the neckline

"What is it?" I stop

"I... I don't want to have to pretend with you" she mentions

"Good, I don't want you to pretend either" I reply

"Yeah, I figured. That's why I think I should tell you that due to an old surgery, I have almost no feeling on my breasts" she reveals, "So don't feel bad if you don't get a reaction. It's really not your fault" she adds.

"Hm, ok... But you know I love a challenge" I smirk

"Knock yourself out" she smiles again.

I peel the dress down her body and toss it on the floor beside us. I take a step back to appreciate her. She's props her hands behind her on the desk and is gazing at me with wide blue eyes. Her breasts are full and heavy, dusky pink nipples erect and pointing right at me.

Little silver studs jewel each side and I can't wait to play with those. I want to play with everything. Her mention of a surgery is confirmed by the small scars under each breast. No feeling on her breasts, surgery scars, and mother dead from cancer; it doesn't take a genius to figure it out...

"You are so beautiful". Fucking perfect and strong.

The blush on her cheeks spreads down her neck and onto her chest. My hands shape her waist, sliding up to the base of her breasts. "You want me to keep going?" I ask to make sure

"How many times does a woman need to proposition you before you know she wants you to keep going, Specter? Like, do you really need to hear me keep saying it out loud?" she scoffs

"Do you know me to be humble?" I remind her.

Her lips pop open, and realization flashes in her eyes as she sits up straighter, hands reaching for me. Her nails rake against my scalp, and this time she bends down to kiss me, so gently, so carefully. Until she bites down on my bottom lip.

"If you don't make me finish soon, I will absolutely get off this desk, book the room next door and touch myself while you listen and can't come in" she threatens again

My heart skips a little. "This mouth never stops to amaze me, woman" I chuckle and kiss her again.

Her hands grip my neck, while mine work over her breasts. They're soft and firm all at once. When I pinch her nipples, I push my tongue into her mouth and enjoy the way her hips rock in my direction, like she just can't get enough. It's empowering. It's like a fucking drug seeing how badly she wants me.

I break the kiss only because I'm not done playing with the rest of her body. "These fucking tits have featured in my dreams for years'' I admit, sliding my mouth down her throat, pressing kisses to the little indent at the base of it and working my way along her collarbone.

My mouth latches onto one nipple, and she lets me do as I please. But I suck harder until her body writhes. My opposite hand thumbs at the other nipple in a steady rhythm, the metal piercing adding a weight to it. I am not sure how much she actually feels of it, however her reactions keep me going.

My cock surges painfully again, and she's not even totally naked yet. I trail my tongue across her sternum before latching onto the opposite breast. At the same time, I drop my hand and press it between her thighs. Even through her panties, I feel her heat. I know when I peel this last layer, she's going to be fucking soaked for me. 

I rub firm circles on her panties, chuckling at the way her hips grind against the pressure. "Harvey..." her lips part on my name.

I tug at the top of her panties so they wedge between her pussy lips and sit high on her hips. I lick my lips as I watch the fabric disappear into her slit. I rub my fingers over the wet fabric that separates us. I groan when she sighs and spreads her thighs wider.

"You still want me to fuck you, Ana?"

"Yes!" she raises her voice in anticipation.

She is used to having all the control, even over me. But I want to test her limits a bit more because I'm running the show now. It's risky considering I told her I'd give her what she needs, but I was never too scared to risk everything.

"Beg for it" I demand as I press my thumb to her clit and watch her head pop up over the hills of her breasts.

"I already asked you to" she reminds me breathlessly

"Beg, Anastasia" my thumb trails down, and I press into her just slightly, seeing her legs tremble as the lace rasps over her soft, wet pussy lips.

"Such a fucking narcissist..." her head falls back down. And I pull away again, before she gets too much pleasure.

"I didn't hear you".

Her back arches, and I drag a finger along the lace that's skimming the edge of her pussy while continuing to press my thumb in, soaking the fabric.

"Fuck... Please fuck me, Harvey" her legs spread even further. "I need it. I need you".

My cock throbs painfully at her words. I lean down between her legs, taking a gentle bite of her flesh through the fabric, drawing a whimper from her lips.

"And whose name are you going to scream when you come?"

"Yours" her response comes quickly.

I pull her panties down, taking a long look at the perfection before me. I drop down to my knees. She moans when I drop my head, tongue darting out to get the first taste. She gasps when I suck her clit. Her hands land on my head and her legs wrap around my shoulders. And I feel like I'm the one who should be thanking her.

"Oh God!".

Anastasia Harvey is a narcissist, that loves to fucking talk all the time and get reminded how good he is. But, goddamn, the way he wields his tongue is out of this world.

"That's it, sugar, wide open for me"

"Yes..." I breathe out stupidly before leaning up on my elbows to look down at him.

He licks me. He sucks me. He bites me. He is kneeled on the ground and makes a meal out of me with one rough hand splayed against my inner thigh possessively as he slowly works two fingers into my pussy.

I squirm, "Harvey...".

Three fingers slide inside of me and I gasp when they curl up into the best spot. No man should be able to find a clit through my panties and the g-spot in one night. But the one kneeling between my legs can.

"So fucking tight" he groans as his fingers work in and out, and when I glance down at him, his gaze worships between my legs.

I feel myself stretching as his fingers move. "So fucking wet" he groans this time. "You're a goddamn dream".

The way his fingers move, his intense stare while he plays with my pretty pussy, his words, the way the shadows play across his handsome face and shoulders, the way they flex when he moves his arm, the feel of his fingertips pushing into the soft flesh of my leg, the sudden way he's sucking at my clit while lazily pushing his fingers into me.

I grip his head and pull his face tight against my pussy as the pressure winds through my hip. "Harvey!" I call out, just like I promised him I would, as I come apart. Legs shaking. Toes curling. The arches of my feet cramp, and his movements just continue.

He doesn't stop too soon. He's not eager to be done with the foreplay. This isn't a chore for him, and I think that might be the sexiest thing about it.

My limbs go soft as I come down. "Delicious" he kisses me. I can taste myself on him, but I don't care. Our tongues tangle and his hands return to my breasts.

"I want you to fuck me now" I demand

He chuckles. "The fact that you still think you're in charge is adorable".

He throws me over his shoulder and carries me to the bed. I giggle like a stupid teenager. He sets me down against the mattress gently and then stands up straight to look at me. His cock is already hard again, hanging right over me. He wraps his fist around his thick cock and jerks it a few times while he looks at me. I lick my lips as I watch him.

He breaks eye contact first and walks around the bed to the nightstand. But without thinking it over, I grab at his my arm to stop him, "No. I need to feel you" I say

"Are you sure?" he asks, almost surprised

"Yes!" I answer immediately.

The smirk returns across his face, and he sits on the bed with his back across the headboard, like a king.

"Then lose that fucking ring and ride my cock, sugar" he says.

He doesn't need to ask me twice. I forgot I was even wearing that, I was planning on throwing it out the window but didn't even acknowledge it once I walked in the same room with Harvey.

I toss it away immediately and crawl up the bed to get to him. As I settle over him, I feel the length of his cock resting against my bare ass, and I give a little wiggle, moving my hips and feeling his hardness slide over me.

Harvey brings one hand up to my chin, "Now take my cock and put it in. I want to watch" he demands.

I run my hand over his length. He huffs out a breath, and his thumbs brush the silver studs on my nipples. I can tell by the way he groans he likes them a lot.

I push up onto my knees. With one hand propped on his shoulder, I reach down between us, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing length again. When I rub the head of him against my entrance, we groan together. I push the tip of his head, just slightly inside of me.

I can tell it's going to be a tight fit, so I run him against my wetness, swiping up and down and pressing him against my aching clit.

"Jesus Christ, Ana..." he groans

My eyes shoot up to his, but that's right when his hips thrust up and he's sinking into me right as I'm sliding down on him. I grip his forearms desperately. The feeling of fullness draws my eyes back down, and we watch as my body stretches to take him.

"Good girl... You can take it..." he grits out, his voice sounding strained and gravelly.

I moan, feeling the way our bodies throb together. Skin on skin. My hands slide up to his shoulders as I push down the last couple of inches, taking his full length inside of me. Harvey's hands move around my body to grip my ass.

"Fuck, you feel like heaven. So hot and tight. Just for me" he moans.

My heart aches, and my arms wrap around his neck. I rock my hips on him and lean to his ear, "Just for you" I respond.

My nails graze over his shoulders and down his strong back. I lift and drop down, taking his full length in one go and hissing against his cheek at the slight burn.

"Just for you" I whisper again. And I mean it.

I don't question it. I don't overthink it. I don't plan it. I give myself over to it. To him.

I pull his head up to me and kiss him like it's our last moment on earth. The energy in the bedroom changes. What started off as emotionless play, has morphed into something more sensitive. 

But now we're more frantic. Our hands roam. He grips my ass, lifting me and pushing me back down. My legs shake and my head tips back. My hands mess his hair. We don't talk. We don't need to. Our bodies do the talking. Our kisses are wet, and messy, and perfectly imperfect.

"Harvey" I moan, as wet slapping noises fill the room, followed by his grunts.

"I think I'm going to... " I trail off, hot and breathless and totally out of control. But he knows what I'm trying to say. He knows what I need.

One hand splays over my stomach, and his fingers swipe over my clit. "Come for me, sugar" he pants.

"Yes" I hiss. "Please don't stop"

"Never" he responds.

And it sets me off.

"Harvey!" I scream his name this time.

I let loose and it feels incredible. We're a tangle of moans and taut muscles. His fingers keep moving, but his hand lands on my shoulder and clamps me onto his body as his cock surges, twitching and throbbing. He spills himself inside me as he whispers my name against my lips, and there's something intensely personal about it.

He crushes me to him in the wake of our orgasms. It feels like he wraps his entire body around me. I nuzzle in closer, with him still inside me. And we stay like this until we calm down.

"I suppose my cock is safe from your teeth" Harvey assumes

"For now" I chuckle.