Lie by my side......tonight

She raised her steaming mug to her lips mindlessly and sipped from it. She had come a long way from Georgia to Philadelphia to haunt down the very man who was responsible for her parents' demise; and further, her impromptu impoverished state. She grunted into her coffee and flexed the other hand. She was getting flushed. She was almost done with destroying him. Sawdeff Industries was about to go out like a whiff of smoke and she would be there, standing tall and proud, smiling down at him. She phone vibrated against her thigh, and she dropped the mug back on the round coffee table to unearth it. Sawyer. the mere sight of the name on the screen brought her careening down into sexual land. His poured like warm honey into her ears and her mouth went dry.
"Anna," he called and Anastasia felt liquid heat pool at the bottom of her stomach. She was beginning to ache in places she was now familiar with, but a few weeks ago, she had not known existed. "Anna."
She swallowed, her voice faint by the time she spoke. "Yes." She cleared her throat. "Yes, I am here."
"I want you, Anna," his voice rasped. "I need you, babe. Where are you, darling? Can you get here any time soon?"
Her heartbeat accelerated and she felt her pulse riot. She wasn't sure which she could endure most. Her breathe caught in her throat.
"Hello. Are you there? Anna?"
She tried to calm her nerves and failed. "Yes. Yes, I am here."
His breathe came whooshing into the receiver. "Anna......... Anna......."
Her nipples pebbled beneath her blouse. She pressed her thighs tightly together. "On my way." She hung up, grabbed her stuff, dropped her bill and hurried out of the cafe towards uptown. In a cab. The ride was bumpy for her as her nerves were so jarred that she jumped at every contact her flesh made with the smooth surface of the sofa. With each contact of the fabric of her blouse against her nipples, she bit harder on her lower lips to keep from moaning.
He stood back to her looking out the window, butt-naked. She came to a crashing halt at the sight of the smooth rear skin. Her mouth went drier. Goose pimples raced all over her skin. Slowly, he turned to face her, glass in hand. His eyes were smoky with arousal. "Come, Anna," he said. "Come to me."
Like a zombie, she went to him. He took a sip and kissed her, pouring the drink into her mouth. Tremours raced through her spine and she trembled. She swallowed, moaned. Licked her lips and then bit it when she felt the heat of his gaze on them.
"Kiss me," he ordered.
Something flipped and she hurried to him, fingers laced in hair, mouth meshed together, she engaged him in an ancient ritual dance of heated mating. Her tongue licked and then lashed at his mouth. She trembled and he moaned, his arm snaked round her slender body and she arched into him. He trailed kisses down her face and neck, and paused at her neckline. She whispered nonsense. His hands worked and she felt the cold blast of breeze against her skin and knew immediately she was denuded. She trembled again. Her lips parted as she whispered his name. He lingered over her nipple and watched it pebble up the more; then with his tongue he laved at her nipple and she sighed out loud. He sucked and bit tenderly at it, and she moaned. He slipped an ice into his mouth, and with his lips used it to trace a circle around her nipple and then to caress it. Anastasia jumped. "Sawyer," she called out in a moan.
Something cold and fluid poured upon her and her breathe caught. Eyes wide open closed slowly as she felt the heat of his tongue as it lapped at and then licked off the fluid from her heated flesh. She pressed her thighs together and as if on cue, his fingers slipped down there, to tease her there. Anastasia felt she was just going to die from the effect of being caught up in the intense tide of arousal. She felt that liquid heat brim and pool up deep within her. "Sawyer," she called out again. His finger slipped into her slick wetness and she moved her pelvis. Grinding it in urgency over his finger. His lips upon her nipple, ice still in mouth giving her the triple maddening sensation of cold, warm and slippery invasive sensations. "Sawyer," she moaned. He kissed her and she felt elevated and then standing there at the edge of the precipice. She was going to fall off and she wanted to. The tremours multiplied and intensified and all she could do was stand there poised mid air, enslaved to his ministrations and then pushed off the precipice. Spewing warm wetness all over his hand as she did. She was bereft of breathe and worse, she wanted more. Her eyes were narrowed into tiny slits and his smile was voracious as sit settled upon her. With his hands, he brought her to her knees and the heated tip of his member grazed her forehead. She held it in her hands, steel heated and encased in sweet velvet. She licked the tip and he groaned. She smiled and licked it the more, his fists clenched at his sides. Then she took it all in inside her mouth and he hissed, eyes slid close in deep intense sensation. Her mouth went on and off his length. She sucked him, licked him and lapped at him, until he was grabbing her hair and moving his pelvis to meet with her mouth. In demand for more. He was running mad. She took an ice from his glass and slid into her mouth and used the combination to drive him nuts. He was muttering nonsense and she was by far enjoying his intoxication. She pushed and licked, sucked and lapped at. His length grew and thickened under her adept ministrations. Soon he exploded and his thick juice filled her mouth.
She smiled up and at him, as she swallowed his juice and licked his tip. His length pulsated and he groan ed, grabbed her up, bent her over the open window sill, impaled himself - now turgid once again - inside her and led her through a ancient mating dance ritual of lovers. Their sighs and moans overlapping each other, over the slapping sound of flesh against flesh. Over the slurping sound of her feverish center as she took him in and struggled to hold him there when he began to pull away, only to rejoice when he slid right back in. The explosion this time was intense and fevered up as they each exploded over the other.
His last words, "I didn't kill your parents. It's Jared, my uncle," came rushing, his climax fast at ts heels.