Content Alert: Erotica Attempt One

Ana Lampron was still pretty innocent at nineteen when she first met Scott. Their relationship was new. It took a while for Scott to get Ana’s attention at the hospital where they both worked, but once he had it, he was all she saw. His crystal clear blue eyes and blond hair was only enhanced by the Texan drawl and contrasted against her own dark brown hair, brown eyes and Canadian accent. 
    At twenty-three, Scott had already been to war and back. His experiences fascinated her while her innocence softened his edges. For all their differences, they were drawn to each other. Her desire to tame his inner demons matched with his desire to bring her comfort.
    They had been on a few dates, but this one was different. They both knew at the end of a night out with friends at the nearby tavern would end the culmination of their sexual flirting and light caresses. 
    They had joined a couple friends for the night. Hours went by with the small group laughing and talking. Ana drank just enough to boost the sensations she felt whenever he touched her. 
    “I want to go,” she whispered in his ear after he finished his pint. “Let’s go home.” 
    He glanced at her, noting the yearning in her eyes. He tucked a brown curl behind her ear, nodding. He kissed her cheek. “Yea, let’s.”
    While she collected their belongings, he paid the tab. She said goodbye to her friends as she slipped her coat on. “Scott and I are leaving. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Go do your thang,” her friend replied giggling. 
    The other sang out, “Have fun, you two!” 
    Scott returned to her side. “Ready, Ana?”
    “I’m ready.” 
    He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the tavern.  They walked together down cobblestone streets, winding their way back to their apartment. They were nearly halfway home when he guided her down an alley.
    Ana followed him with a nervous smile. “Where are we going?”
     “I can’t wait,” he growled with passion as he pinned her arms above her head against the wall. He leaned close. “I need to do this.” 
    She could feel his hot breath on her neck, in her ear. She panted as desire and fear flooded her body. He kissed her throat, her jaw, her lips, whispering how much he wanted her. He pinned her arms with one hand as he slid his fingers down her body. 
    She gasped as they slipped under her jeans. He touched her gently, finding her sweet spot. She shuddered. He smirked arrogantly, kissing her deeply as his fingers rubbed her white cotton panties. As he did, she moaned. She closed her eyes as she grew wetter. He panted bringing her closer to peaking. 
    As she climaxed, she froze. She clung to him desperately as she orgasmed, muffling a strangled cry against his shoulder.
    He pulled his hand out of her pants, grinning. “Now let’s go home.”
    Ana exhaled heavily. Her heart raced as endorphins flooded her brain. She laughed lightheaded, leaning against his side as they resumed their journey home. 
    Scott couldn’t wait to get her upstairs and into his bed. He threw her over his shoulder and dashed up the four flights of stairs to the top floor apartment. Unlocking the door, he rushed into his bedroom, kicking it shut behind him. He threw her on the bed. She giggled drunkenly as he ripped off his shirt. 
    “Get naked, Woman.” 
    The huskiness of his voice turned her on even more. She unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off before pulling her blouse off revealing her matching white bra. Her hair fell into her face. She peeked out as he just stared at her. She slowly slipped her panties down her legs. 
    He whistled. “Damn.”
    She blushed. He dove onto the bed between her legs face first. She sucked in air, forgetting to breathe while he licked her. She was already wet from before, and she was still full of desire so she grabbed face, pulling him up so his lips met hers. 
    They kissed deeply as he removed her bra, releasing her breasts. He flicked her nipple. She gasped. He grinned as he kissed his way down her neck. He delicately took her nipple in his mouth, gazing at her face. She stared down into his eyes, uncertainty filling her face. He bit her gently. 
    She inhaled deeply, moaning softly. “Oh!”
    He grinned, slipping his hand into the bedside table. He pulled a condom out, expertly wrapping his cock. “Can I?”
    Ana nodded, breathless. 
    “I need you to say yes,” he whispered kissing her neck. 
    “Yes!” 
    He pressed his penis into the folds of her vulva, rubbing her clitoris. She gasped as he entered her. 
    “Oh yea,” he murmured. He pushed himself into her, growling. “You’re so hot.”
    Ana blushed, moaning as he thrusted. Even now naked and vulnerable, she struggled to accept his compliments. He shook his head. He held himself deep inside of her as he took hold of her jaw guiding her gaze. 
    “You are so beautiful,” he said staring into her eyes. He leaned down to kiss her lips. “You are amazing.” 
    She shuddered as he began to hump her again. The two moved in unison as they grew closer and closer to the zenith. As they hit the pinnacle, Scott pulled himself out in time. He grunted cumming as she orgasmed again. He ripped off the condom, throwing it into a wastebasket at the corner of the room. 
    Then he wrapped his arms around her, laying with her as they panted, catching their breath. Scott fell asleep holding her while she stared into the darkness. Ana knew she loved him as she listened to his heartbeat, and it terrified her completely. 
    She couldn’t turn off her mind. It raced as her heart settled and her breathing slowed. She could already feel the heartbreak he was set to inflict upon her. He shifted in his sleep so she took the opportunity to slip out of bed. She grabbed his tshirt and put it on. She found her panties and stepped into them.
    Ana tiptoed barefoot to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess but she barely noticed. Tears welled as she stared into her eyes. 
    “He’s going to destroy you,” her reflection whispered. “He is going to take your heart and break it.”
    “Oh my god,” she gasped. 
    She darted away from the mirror, startled. Ana’s mother had lost her mind when she was a small child, locked away in a mental health ward for public safety. It was Ana’s worst fear to become like her. 
    “Hey!” Scott said from behind her. 
    She jumped, spinning around. She smiled. “Hey.”
    “You look good in that shirt.” He walked in, wrapping his arms around her. He cupped her butt-cheeks with both hands, squeezing. “You hungry?” 
    Ana nodded. “Yea, starved.” 
    She followed him out of the bathroom into the kitchen. He pulled out a carton of eggs and a package of steaks. “I got these for just in case.”
    “In case?”
    He grinned at her, pulling her close. “Yea, in case I actually managed to get you here, like this.” 
    She shivered as he kissed her. “Well your master plan worked.”
    “Crazy.” He pulled out a cast iron skillet, turning on the flame to the gas stovetop. “How do you like your eggs?”