The first thought in his mind was 'did she eat something bad? Has she been possessed by some other spirit?
Given his kind of specie, he was able to sniff things like that but if she had been possessed, he would be able to tell immediately because her scent would change, the air around her would change. He would see in her soul that the real Anna was asleep.
But this was purely Anna. His Anna. His shy, sometimes word blurting Anna. She wasn't possessed.
He placed a hand to his crotch and watched as her eyes drifted to it, a mischehoius dirty gleam in them.
"Did you drink?"
She frowned. "No."
Then what was wrong with her? Was it the heat? Is it because she is horny? He knew humans had a way of dealing with their horny phase. And Anna no matter how proper and collected he thought of her, was a human. He was the only male around expect she didn't know he wasn't of her kind.
"I am teasing you." She said and puffed air from her lips before glancing at the bed. The one he was to sleep in. "You dont have to look so deep in thought." Now she felt like the perverted bastard trying to take advantage of an innocent man like him.
Sullivan shook his head. He didn't want her feeling awkward about her feelings. It was absolutely normal that she would be horny. "I am thinking if you are serious or not."
She shifted to her other leg and took a step back, wrapping her arms around her middle and giving him a perfect view of her nipples poking through her clothes. "Well I was joking. So you can forget about it now." Her voice sounded tight and Sullivan had a feeling she was frustrated. Either that or she was mad at him for not taking a hint. "Good night."
He knew she would go back to touch herself so when she turned around and tried to leave, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, bringing her closer to himself but leaving a few inches between them. Why not just do it for her as she has suggested?
"Didn't you tell me to take responsibility?" Anna gasped when his hand moved from her wrist to her upper arm making goosebumps rise under her clothing. "Can I touch you then? Can I give you your orgasm Annabelle?"
"Michael…" she whispered gently, nodding her head as she stared into his eyes.
She had called him Michael twice and he wondered if she would remember whispering his name after her orgasm.
"Your words Anna…" one thing they had in common with their species was consent. Regardless of the gender, he had to be sure she really wanted this.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" He teased letting his fingertips graze her collar bone as he watched the lady shiver, her arousal thick in the air. She really was horny.
"Yes touch me. Please touch me." She pleaded.
He stared down at her breasts, his instincts daring him to rip apart her pyjams blouse and see what they looked like. To see if the skin is as smooth and lovely as he imagined. To see if he would be able to resist coming in his pants at the sight of her breasts.
"Touch your breasts for me." Her told her and Anna quickly placed her hands under her pyjamas as she squeezed both soft peaks. Her blouse rising up a bit to show him lovely smooth caramel skin on her stomach. She had a bit of hair and he smiled at that. She was acutely human and he couldnt have admired her more in this moment.
"Good girl." He praised and Anna almost melted at how low his voice was.
Sullivan held her gaze as she squeezed her breasts probably toying with the nipples, her finger molding the soft flesh he knew must be heavy by now. He slid his hands into her pants and found that she wasnt wearing anything. Not panties. No lingerie. Just fucking pussy underneath.
Amazing pussy that was practically dripping wet. He inhaled, his cock straining in his pants. The bastard begging for attention.
Anna parted her lips when he slid a finger between her pussy lips. She paused her hands on her breast and stared at him, her legs wider than before to give him the access he needed.
"We shouldn't be doing this." He whispered as if he was trying to convince himself or hoped she could convince him before he went berserk in his own mind.
She shook her head. "We are adults, this much we can handle."
He cupped her pussy in his hand, feeling the soft slippery flesh of it and she gave him a breathless moan, the air puffing from her lips. Sullivan smiled faintly and told her. "You are very wet. You are not thinking rationally right now."
He could only hope she wouldnt blame him when she recovers from this. But Anna didnt care. Who could think rationally with him around?
Sullivan put a finger to her aching bud and she jerked forward, her knee almost bucking before her. "You arent wearing any lingerie. Were you hoping I would touch you?"
Maybe a part of her was because she could have made the decision to wear her lingerie back then, yet she didnt. She gave him a nod and bit her lower lip, blouse riding up even more, giving him a glimpse of her underbust as she squeezed hard.
He pressed a circle to her bud and she rolled her eyes. Anna removed a hand from her breast and brought it to his crotch touching the hard length of his cock and making Sullivan groan at the feel of her hand wrapped around him.
He closed his eyes for a second to savor the moment before letting his finger sink into her wet pussy, her juices smearing across his palm already. He knew that if he wanted to—if Anna wanted to and allowed him—he could easily slip a finger into her ass right now.
"This will change things." They had crossed boundaries. The one she set herself.
"It could be arranged." She managed to say.
He pressed his thumb against her swollen tip and she felt herself vibrate, her hand on his cock going lax a bit. He was warm to touch and impressive as well. The soft flesh moved around her hand and she squeezed a bit on it, loving the way it jerked in her palm when she did that.
He removed his finger and tapped at her entrance, making circles around her very slippery swollen bud before thrusting two fingers into her wet heat. She went stiff, her pussy adjusting to the little strech of his invasion. Her eyes were locked on to his and when he rubbed circles on her bud while this fingers slid in and out, Anna rolled her eyes and and moaned. The sound of it alluring as fuck.
"Oh God, touch me like that again please."
He smiled and kissed the side of her face, trying to sniff her in, while his fingers moved in out, making a wet sound because of how slippery and wet she was. Her bud was literally gliding off his thumb because it was too wet. So much pussy juice, he hoped he could put his mouth to it and drink her in.
"Yes. Oh my God.. continue. Fuck. Yes Michael... Just like that. Oh! Oh! Oh God…"she was shameless by now, her moans a bit loud and her words pleading and encouraging. Anna knew it was never this good when she did it herself.
Her thoughts were slightly muddled when he asked. "Arranged? You want to do this often sweet Annabelle?" He curved his hand and pulled his fingers out before thrusting back in, preparing her for the orgasm as she gripped onto his erection, slowly rubbing up and down the length of it.