points to a “yes”—but I need to hear it from her. While I’m waiting for her reply I remove the condom. Lord, I hate these things. I discard it discreetly on the floor. She peers up at me. “I’d like to do that again,” she says with a shy giggle. What? Again? Already? “Would you now, Miss Steele?” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you? Turn on your front.” That way I know you won’t touch me. She gives me a brief sweet smile, then rolls onto her stomach. My cock stirs with approval. I unhook her bra and run my hand down her back to her pert behind. “You really have the most beautiful skin,” I say, as I brush her hair off her face and push her legs apart. Gently I plant soft kisses on her shoulder. “Why are you wearing your shirt?” she asks. She’s so damn inquisitive. While she’s on her front I know she can’t touch me, so I lean back and pull my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. Fully naked, I lie on top of her. Her skin is warm, and melts against mine. Hmm…I could get used to this. “So you want me to fuck you again?” I whisper in her ear, kissing her. She squirms deliciously against me. Oh, this will never do. Keep still, baby. I skim my hand down her body to the back of her knee, then hitch it up high, parting her legs wide so that she’s spread beneath me. Her breath catches and I hope it’s with anticipation. She stills beneath me. Finally! I palm her ass as I ease my weight onto her. “I’m going to take you from behind, Anastasia.” With my other hand I grab her hair at the nape and tug gently, holding her in place. She cannot move. Her hands are helpless and splayed against the sheets, out of harm’s way. “You are mine,” I whisper. “Only mine. Don’t forget it.” With my free hand I move from her ass to her clitoris and begin circling slowly. Her muscles flex beneath me as she tries to move, but my weight keeps her in place. I run my teeth along her jawline. Her sweet fragrance lingers over the scent of our coupling. “You smell divine,” I whisper, as I nuzzle behind her ear. She starts to circle her hips against my moving hand. “Keep still,” I warn. Or I might stop… Slowly I insert my thumb inside her and circle it around and around, taking particular care to stroke the front wall of her vagina. She groans and tenses beneath me, trying to move again.