Let Me In ( Anne with an E fanfic)

Chapter 16

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At some point, Anne straightened a bit under his arm, effectively burrowing her face between his collarbone and his neck. He didn't think much of it at the beginning, as she was probably tired of the other position, but he did feel her breath just where the collar of his shirt ended. It was a delicious sensation, but by then he had decided no amount from teasing from Anne would undo him. Or at least, that was the plan.

She was not watching the series he had put on the tv. Instead, she had been reading a book, but she must have gotten bored or something (he would never know) as her kindle lay forgotten on the sofa and she started making small patterns with her fingers on his chest. He tried to focus on the show, but it soon was becoming too distracting, every nerve of his chest sensitive in anticipation of her unpredictable touch. Just following her lead (if she was caressing him, why wouldn't he?), he caressed her arm slowly, the other one resting on his side, fist clenched to ground himself.

The moment he felt her mouth give him a kiss on the collarbone- an actual, lingering, slightly open mouthed kiss, his breath hitched. He swallowed. His body was still hurting from the strenuous exercise from the day before and he would not be able to do it all over again. One time, ok. More, it was not sustainable.

"Anne," he said, his voice strained. She ignored him, another kiss closer to his neck, her hand on his chest. He stopped caressing her arm but didn't take off his hand, relishing on how toned her arm was after weeks of doing yoga daily and how soft her freckled skin always was. "Anne, please stop,"

"Why?" she mouthed into his neck before giving him another kiss and he swallowed again.

"Unless you figured it out since yesterday, please stop now," he insisted, feeling her chuckle bring even more blood down. Her laugh was so alluring. So fresh, so tempting.

"Maybe I did?" she said, biting him teasingly on the thin skin below his ear, making him inhale sharply. This was either the most delicious form of torture or the best news he'd received in years and he couldn't quite point which option was the correct one as the hand she had on his chest pushed him as she straightened.

"Carrots," he said. He would try one last time. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am, Gil," she said, smiling before straddling him. He looked at her from below, where she had pinned him to the sofa, expectant. He felt her weight on his waist, so close to his crotch it almost pained him. If only she had...Gilbert didn't dare move a single muscle for fear of ending the enchantment and this dream. It had to be a dream. Reality could not be this good. She smiled, even more teasing in her eyes, and he saw as she came down to kiss him- a kiss so passionate it left him without the ability to think coherently. His hands shot to her- one bringing her even closer to him as it grabbed fistfuls of her silky, mischievous red hair, the other one to the low of her back, bringing her even closer to... yes, there.

When she bit his lip, he corresponded and heard her whimper and move even closer to him, his hand guiding her. His erection throbbed underneath his pajama pants and jerked slightly at her sounds. She never broke the kiss, her hands grabbing his hair, caressing the nape of his neck, just as she had the other day... And he felt like he would actually lose it.

"Anne-girl, I..." she shut him again, another hot kiss before biting his neck.

"Gil... let me take care of you tonight, ok? You've had an emotional day, let me help," she said. Her cheeks were rosy and he could tell how affected she was, even if she was trying to convey her good intentions. His hips twerked involuntarily, eliciting another whimper from her. He thought about trying to compose himself but the idea was lost immediately as she started grinding against him.