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Anita gets into the Jeep, eyes on Animator's, Inc., and she lets out a long breath. The conversations with Damian and Demeter have been swirling around in her head for a couple of days now, and she knows they're both right. She pulls her cellphone out of her jacket and dials Richard's number. It's well past six in the evening, and she crosses her fingers that Richard didn't have a date tonight as the phone rings.

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Anita tilts her head back, rubbing against him with a soft cry.

"So do I."

Habit has him kick the bedroom door shut behind them with a groan. One of his hands slide along her leg as he drops them onto the bed, keeping himself above her with one hand near her shoulder.

Anita can feel the heat of him, the strength above her.

"God, I love you," she blurts out, shocked by the intensity of the emotion that washes through her.

The feel of that emotion causes him to pull back and smile, his love her for answering it without thought, a feeling just as strong as hers. "I love you too, Anita," he murmurs.

His head dips to kiss her, starting it slow, showing that love. It won't stay that soft though, hunger and passion deepening it while his hand starts the task of removing her shirt.

Anita whimpers softly into that sweet kiss, squirming out of the shirt, her nipples hard against the fabric of her bra. Her hands pull at his shirt, nails scraping at his skin as the hunger creeps back into their kiss.

Richard growls softly at the feel of nails, pulling out of the kiss and up just long enough to remove his shirt. Returning to the kiss, he makes quick work of her bra and rolls them over. Makes it easier to pull her against him, run his hands up her back, if he doesn't have to support himself over her.

Anita sits up and shimmies down Richard's body, breathing hard as she yanks open the button of his jeans and slides the zipper down. It doesn't take her long to have the damned things off him, and then she situates herself between his legs, her eyes dark as she looks up at him. Anita rests her hands on his hips and draws her tongue up the thickness of him before working him partially into her mouth with a muffled moan.

Richard's hips shift up at the feel of her mouth, wet and hot around him, with a low moan. One hand finds its way into her hair as he watches her with heavier breathing, dark eyes, and fairly open marks.

Through the marks, he can most assuredly feel just how much Anita likes doing this. It takes her a little bit of time, but soon she has quite a bit of him in her mouth, and what she can't take in, her hand strokes. Just doing this, sucking and licking and moving up and down him, is enough to make her squirm and moan between his legs.

His head falls back a little with a moan. The feel that says how much she likes doing this only adds to the pleasure he takes from it. His hips push up towards her, encouraging, wanting. She does that so well and he's loving every minute of it.

Anita lets Richard slip from her mouth, and then moves down, nuzzling his sac before drawing one ball between her lips. She licks and sucks gently, scraping her teeth over so slightly over the tender skin while her hand strokes his cock. Anita likes doing these things, likes giving rather than taking for once.

Richard gives a growled groan at the feel of her teeth, hips jerking under her. The hand in her hair tightens a little, breathing panted around the sounds her mouth is pulling out of him. He does manage a growled, "Anita..."

Lustful eyes rise, though her mouth continues to torture him. Instead of speaking, she uses the fully opened marks to convey her words.

Something you want, Richard? Or do you want to finish in my mouth?

It takes effort to raise his head enough to look down his body at her. The sight of her causes his eyes to darken a little more with lust, no hint of amber or wolf in them. Just Richard.

I want to be inside you. The desire and tone with the words makes it clear he doesn't mean her mouth.

Anita gives a final lick up the length of Richard's cock, swirling her tongue around the head of him. She sits up enough to wriggle out of her jeans and panties, and then she straddles him. Anita leans in, kissing Richard again, hungry and deep, while she rubs herself against the ridge of him, moaning. It is a tease to both of them, and Anita is unapologetic about it.

His hand slides through her hair a little to cup the back of her head, growling into the kiss a little at her teasing. His free hand slides along her side and down to her hip, thumb tracing small circles for a moment. With her teasing, he can feel she's ready enough. So after a moment he uses the hand on her hip to pull her down onto him while his hips jerk up into her, with a low groan.

Anita pulls away from the kiss with a loud, sharp cry, suddenly filled with Richard's substantial girth. It makes her shudder atop him, her nails digging into his shoulders. She slowly settles back on him completely, groaning as he fills her perfectly, and then she's moving, rocking her hips at first. It's enough to make her bend to his neck, bite and suck as her momentum gains speed.

Richard's head tilts a little to the side, offering her his throat with growled groans. His hips move under her, mirroring her movements perfectly, if pushing her to move a little faster. Lust, desire, want, and pleasure are what flow through the marks, though there's also that ever small present hum of love too. Love of how her body feels around him, how she moves against him, and love for her.

With the marks open as they are, Anita easily anticipates what Richard wants, and it's hard for her to tell if what he wants becomes what she wants, or if she wanted it all along. She doesn't care, though. Her teeth sink into Richard's throat, just shy of breaking skin, as she moves faster, shifting so her body rubs against him in the right way. Anita moans into his neck, her nails raking down his sides, and then she sits up, slamming down on him. The rhythm becomes something fast and animal-like as she stares at him, her hands splayed on his chest. His love and lust fill her as surely as his sex, and it takes quite a lot of thought to force the ardeur back, keep it from rising while they fuck.

In the heat of everything, he'd probably agree to it. But just like Anita's tendencies, he wouldn't be able to promise not to be mad after the fact. And he wouldn't want to be mad after everything. Richard's head turns to watch her, eyes ringed with a hint of amber. His hand slides down her back to grip her hip on the other side, both hands helping her movements while his hips raise to meet hers, fingers digging into her skin a little.

Anita gasps at the pressure on her hips, and through their connection, it's clear she likes the roughness. She leans down to scrape teeth over a nipple, drag her tongue up his throat. Anita stares into those wolf-tinged eyes, panting, aroused, and riding him without pause. She's not afraid of his beast anymore, and she never would be again. All that radiates down the marks from her is love, acceptance, and lust.

He growls softly, head raising to capture her mouth in a demanding kiss. She never has a reason to be afraid of him or his beast ever. He'd never hurt her...physically. Emotionally, it's almost always on accident. There's the barest flicker of thought to pull his beast into this. But he wants to keep this just the human them for now. There's plenty of time in the future to use his beast with her. So for today, he just uses his hips and hands to help her ride him, and a sharp nip to her lower lip. He'd nip along her neck but the angle isn't quite right for it at the moment.

Heat begins to spread outward from where they're joined. Anita's breath catches between their kisses, her hands tightening on his shoulders.

"Richard," she pants, trembling atop him as her rhythm falters.

It feels so damned good, balancing there between too much and not enough.

Yes? He's a little past words instead giving a groan and rolling them over. One hand leaves her hips so he's supported over her, the other slides down her leg, grip still fairly strong. He moves in and out of her at a fairly fast speed, head lowering to bite at her throat.

Anita screams, arching her head back and exposing her throat entirely to Richard. She bucks against him, her orgasm washing through her in hot waves. His reward for the overwhelming pleasure is her nails raking down his back, leaving behind bloody ribbons as she squirms and shudders beneath him.