Several times during their fucking she entertained the idea of tossing control completely out the window. He was impossibly hot inside of her, and even though she had quite enough for the evening she wanted nothing more than to drain him completely. But Anna didn't want to dispose of this one--at least not yet. If she hadn't been so well fed the impulse would have been much more difficult to ignore. Somewhere during their kissing, she nipped at his lip and scored a coppery mouthful to satiate her desire. He tasted so much sweeter than before, and it was almost distracting enough to chase away the other thoughts.
Almost.
In the back of her mind, she felt her actions were more mechanical than passionate, but she buried the feeling and continued forward. What did any of that matter when she was so very sure that she wanted him? The shift of position gave her the opportunity to guide his hand, grinding against it, controlling the speed and pressure as she wanted. Approaching her own release, a wave of possessiveness overtook her. She decided that he was hers now--to drink or fuck as she wanted. Reaching up to grip at the hair at the back of his head, she pulled his mouth toward her bare shoulder.
Forgotten memories rode the wave of her climax.
Flashing lights. Dancing at Risk. Hands at her waist, standing at the edge of her deck looking out at the sea.
There was a half-choked moan in her release, followed by a needlessly held breath. She was scarcely aware of the sensations between them, thrust suddenly in a dissociative state. The tremor in her hand over his could've been mistaken easily for post-orgasmic quivering but it had nothing to do with that. She gripped his hand to steady her own, focusing intensely on relaxing her shoulders because she had gone suddenly (noticeably) tense. Had this happened with Marco, as he was so insistent on, she undoubtedly would've killed him.
Quickly. Quickly, now, before its noticed, before you ruin everything.
After a short moment passed, Anna pulled away to turn over and face him, expression now a controlled mask of satiated lust. She exhaled a sigh, something indicating that a need was satisfied, her smile suggesting that yes--he had pleased her. Lazily she draped her free arm around him, still feeling that possessiveness.
"Cigarette?" She suggested, her eyes flickering to the tattoo again before moving to meet his.