"Lullaby and goodnight, go to sleep little Ruthie..." gently sang Anne as she was putting Ruthie to sleep. This had become the custom at night: TV and snack time, bath time, then bed time. Ruthie couldn't go to sleep without being tucked in and sang to by Anne, or "mommy."
Humming the last bit of the song, Anne gazed down at the little girl that had become such a big part of her life in such a short time. Seeing that she had finally dozed off she brushed a few strands of hair off Ruthie's face and headed for the door only to run into the one person she felt like avoiding: Brian.
Earlier that day everything had seemed so perfect. They had been out on the balcony and it felt as though she had just melted into him. In that moment Anne had realized that she could want to be with Brian; but it had to be her choice.
She didn't know how long he had been standing there but she didn't like it when she caught him looking at her; it made her self-conscience.
God, she's so damn beautiful,
he thought,
why can't she just accept this? I'll show her how perfect we are.
As he leaned against the door frame and watched Anne tuck Ruthie into bed, he felt his heart squeeze.
His girls,
he mused.
When Anne turned and finally saw him there all he wanted to do was pick her up and crush her to him. Brian needed to kiss her so badly that his lips tingled.
She was slowly walking towards him and when she was within reach Brian snatched her and caught her gasp of surprise in a kiss that was so deep that neither knew where one began and one ended.
Weakly, Anne pushed against Brian, trying to get him to let go of her. But all that did was make him hold her tighter and kiss her even fiercer.
Not wanting to wake Ruthie, he picked her up and couldn't help but palm her behind as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Walking as fast as possible they stopped at random walls on the way to their bedroom, tearing at clothes, but never parting their lips.
Stopping about a few feet away from their door, Brian pushed Anne up against the wall and finally just ripped her blue button-up shirt off so that it just hung in shreds on her shoulders. Impatient to taste her, he flicked his wrist and pulled her bra down, too desperate to take the time to get it off. This propped her breasts up like they were an offering meant only for him. Once they were revealed, Brian bent down and took one hard nipple into his mouth while palming the other poor neglected one.
"Aaa, Brian, what are you doing to me?" asked a dazed and turned on Anne. She knew they still had a lot to talk about but he decided at that moment to nibble on her nipple and she was completely lost. "Pl-please Brian, stop, w-wait..."
Panting, all Brian could say was, "I need you, Anne. I need you." With that he went back to lavishing attention on her stiff nipples. Rolling one in between his fingers he slid back a bit and blew warm air across the one that had just been in his mouth, watching it get impossibly harder.
Wanting her to have a special and memorable first time, Brian forced himself to move and not just take her against the wall like some animal.
Control, control, cool down,
he chanted in his head.
Forcing himself to calm down, Brian picked Anne up again and whether it was voluntary or involuntary, she started to undulate her hips and grind against the bulge in his jeans that was desperate for her.
Placing her on the edge of the bed, Brian moved quickly and removed what was left of her clothes and tossed them behind him. Stepping away from the bed he tore off his own clothes and came back to haul Anne to the center of the huge bed.
