[C] Evening Plans

The skintight pants definitely made Anna hot.

There was no support for her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra under that sweater of hers. That much was clear when his hand groped her.

She returne the gesture with a palm stroking over the bulge in his jeans before returning to stroking his thigh.

Her eyes didn't stray from the screen.

Anton very much enjoyed the fact that he couldn't feel any indication of a bra underneath her childish sweater. It made her chest easier to feel and grope.

The bulge in his jeans began to get uncomfortable the more he fondled her breast and the more she let her hand wonder around his thighs.

"This movie might be the weirdest thing I've ever gotten hard around..." He admitted as Jennifer Connelly approached wore a dress with very big sleeves and David Bowie sang to her in enough eye-makeup to put a drag-queen to shame.

Anna giggled quietly, turning her head so she could kiss Anton's neck.

Yes, she could agree that this was a pretty weird thing to be getting hard around.

She nuzzled into his neck as her attention was drawn back to the screen. A girly little sigh left her llips. "I love that dress." Big, puffy and white. It was a true fairytale princess dress.

"It's goofy lookin." Anton said unapologetically.

He slid his hand down her side and then began to inch it back up from underneath the fabric, feeling her smooth skin.

Once his fingers sought out her nipple, he started to toy with it. He used mostly gentle touches with a few pinches and tugs thrown in every now and then.

Anna gave a little huff, as if she was personally insulted that he didn't like the dress. "You just don't know good fashion."

She wriggled a little as his fingers ran over her sides. She was ticklish and no matter how much she tried to hide it, her little attempts at stopping her wriggling wasn't fooling anyone.

Her eyes dropped half closed as his fingers found her nipple. Each little pinch and twist he gave caused her nipple to harden under his fingertips, and her breathing had picked up a little.

Her nails teased over his thigh, drawing close to his crotch before sccratching down to his knee again.

Anton had to fight the urge to throw her onto her back and fuck her right then and there.

But he restrained himself, allowing the foreplay to continue. It seemed the more they teased each other, the better the sex would be.

He remembered when he was young, he would wrap himself up in thick wooly blankets on hot summer days, getting his body heat to unhealthy temperatures. He'd sweat and sweat, but then he'd emerge from the blanket and jump into the ocean.

It was like the hotter he had made himself, the better the cool, rolling water had felt.

This was sort of the same idea.

Anna wasn't making his fight easy for him.

As her nails began to play atop the bulge in his jeans she leaned over to lick up his neck slowly, from his collarbone, right up to his ear. She drew his earlobe into her mouth and sucked it gently.

Her nails bit into the coarse fabric firmly before easing up and running down his thigh again.

Anton could feel the muscles in his stomach tightening. Slow and steady breaths exhaled from his nose, but kept his lips shut.

The wet noises her mouth made as it suckled on his earlobe was driving him crazy.

Slowly his hips started to shift, pushing up and rolling against her hand.

As his hips began to press against her hand, it drew lower again to stroke his knee.

Anna was a notorious tease. She liked seeing wht happened to men when they were teased over and over again. Some men dissolved into a whimpering, writhing mass of need. Some men took control.

She liked to see what sort of man she was dealing with.

Her teeth sank into his fleshy lobe, nibbling gently.

What a cruel woman!

Anton couldn't help but let a puppy-like whimper escape him as her hand dipped down to his knee.

But in an instant he turned on her, kissing her lips deeply and grabbing her wrist, pushing it back up to his crotch.

Anna giggled against Anton's lips as his hand dragged her back to his crotch.

Her nails teased over him again, tracing the length of the zip and toying with the zipper.

She nipped his lip gently before pulling back a little to look up into his eyes. "We're watching a movie," she reminded him.

"Fuck the movie." He growled between kisses, then forcing his tongue into her mouth so she couldn't respond.

He finally did what he was wanting to do and pushed her back so he was over the top of her.

His knee pressed up between her legs and rubbed against her sex. His hands pulled the sweater up to her neck so that her breasts were exposed.

Still kissing her deeply, both of his hands groped onto her chest and kneaded roughly.

"Damn, I'm gonna fuck you so hard." He said in a lustful breath before biting down on her lip.

She was about to go tell him where he could shove his bad language as his mouth thrust into her mouth. It was an effective way to end the short-lived conversation.

She founds her fingers buried in his thick hair when he pushed her back, clinging to him in the shock of the short fall.

Her thighs fell apart as his knee pressed between them and her hips rocked against his knee. The feeling of coarse fabric against her bare, sensitive skin was exquisite.

Her back arched upwards, allowing her jumper to be pushed upwards a lot easier. It bunched up under her shoulderblades, cushioning her upper back.

Anna gave a quiet moan as he bit her lip. "Are you now?"

Anton moved his mouth to her neck, kissing her hungrily, taking in the taste of her skin.

He felt heat shiver through his body and it only intensified when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear at all.

"Hell yeah. I'm gonna work that pussy in and out." He purred deeply, still pushing his knee against her.

He moved her breasts in wide circles, his thumbs seeking out her hardened nipples and smoothing over them.

He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples, kissing and then licking away at the pebbling flesh.

"Mm, let's see you try," she chuckled huskily.

Her fingers ran through his hair, admiring how smooth and straight the strands were. She hadn't been with a lot of white men and it was little things that were different than her husband that she liked about them.

Anna's nails scratched down his neck, leaving behind little red welts.

"This needs to come off." She tugged at the neck of his shirt.

Anton agreed. The shirt was making him feel suffocated. He leaned up and pulled it off over his head, tossing it to the side.

The rich muscles in his abdomen flexed as he leaned back down over her.

The jeans needed to come off next. The man reached down and unzipped the fly, jerking the jeans down so that his hardened cock could finally spring free.

"Ready or not, here I come." He teased, leaning down and biting her ear.

He didn't even think about using a condom. His mind was not working it's best, all the blood seeming to rush to his other head.

He rubbed the end of his arousal against her clit.

Her hands smoothed over his chest and stomach. Hot damn. She could really admire all those beautiful muscles of his laying back like this and she had to say she liked.

It was incredible how some men could get so beautifully buff. She hadn't been with a lover that was so hot before.

Her hips rocked, rubbing herself against the head of his cock.

She leaned upwards, pressing her lips against his ear. "It's not happening, babe." She pushed firmly against his shoulders as she planted her feet against the couch, pushing herself upwards.

Anton pushed her back down, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"What?" He asked, a crooked smile on his face.

She had to be joking.

The woman pouted as she pushed at his shoulder.

Her lack of strength was pitiful in comparison to his much greater strength. She barely got him to move.

That just made her pout deeper as she slugged his shoulder.

He took hold of the wrist to the hand that slugged him, starting to look somewhat desperate.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

God he wanted to thrust into her so bad at the moment, but she was really killing the mood with this whole resisting thing.

She laid her head on his shoulder and gave a strange mix of a little giggle and a low sigh.

"I like being on top."

She nipped his shoulder and gave a pec a sharp slap. "But the wall of muscle you call a body isn't really letting me have that."

Relief flooded over Anton and he laughed out. For a moment he thought she was going to tell him that she wasn't in the mood anymore, and then what would he have done with himself.

He planted another deep kiss on her lips and slid his hands under her back.

In one fluid motion he flipped backwards so that he was the one on his back, and she was on top of him.

He grinned up at her, his hands gripping onto her thighs tightly.

Anna wasn't graceful as she hoped she'd be. When he dropped backwards she gave a little yelp and caught herself with hands pressed against his pecs.

Her tanned cheeks flushed, but she laughed it off with a little giggle.

She leaned down to kiss him deeply.

"Let's see you fuck me hard like this." She nipped his lower lip, immitating his previous action.

"You don't think I can?" He asked with a confident expression.

His hands moved up from her thighs to her hips and he pushed her body back so that it was over the top of his lap.

"I definitely can."

"Uh-uh." Anna ground her hips in a slow circle as he pressed her back against his crotch.

"When I'm on top, I set the pace."

She leaned down, dropping down to lean her weight on her forearms and hunching her shoulders so she was nose to nose with Anton.

Her nose nuzzled against his affectionately. "You'll have to wait if you want to fuck me hard." Or take control, she finished mentally.