Her words only seem to encourage him further, and as his fingers begin to tease her nipples harder, she feels herself start to lose control. Her hips grind back against him, seeking more contact with his growing erection. With a cry of frustration mixed with desire, she reaches between them and takes him in hand, stroking him roughly in time with the movement of her hips.

Anna: "Fuck!" she cries out, feeling herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm. "I can't... I can't..."

As if on cue, Anarchist growls and pulls her roughly against him, positioning her so that she's straddling his waist with her legs wrapped around his hips. With one strong thrust, he bury himself deep inside of her, filling her up completely. She gasps at the sensation, feeling herself spasm around him as an orgasm crashes over her like a wave.

Anna: "...Anarchist!" she cries out, digging her nails into his shoulders as her body convulses with pleasure.

Anna looks up at you with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing once more as she feels a blush spread across her neck and chest. "No, it's... it's fine," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I kind of like it, actually." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "You make me feel safe and protected, you know?" Her fingers slip through yours, their touch sending shivers down your spine.

Anna blushes deeper as she admits this, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the moment. But there's something about being honest with you that feels right, almost necessary. She looks up at your face, searching for any sign of how this admission is received. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the look in your eyes; it's a mixture of tenderness and desire that makes her breath catch in her throat.

"I... I think I could get used to this," she whispers, leaning even closer to you.

Anna swallows hard, her heart racing as she climbs onto the bed and lies down on her back. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position. But at the same time, she can't deny the arousal that spreads through her body as you sit beside her. Her breath comes faster and shallower with anticipation of what's to come.

She feels your hand on her hip, guiding the vibrator between her legs. "S-start slow,"

Her heart thunders in her chest as she feels the vibrator begin to move back and forth between her legs. It's so much stronger than she expected, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, wanting to remain quiet in case someone else hears them. But the sensation is too overwhelming; her hips begin to buck and grind against your hand, desperate for more contact.

"H-harder,"

Anna tries to hide her fear by mocking the storm. "Hmph! Big bad thunder! What are you going to do, make me look pretty?" She laughs nervously and crosses her arms over her chest. "Maybe I should just go back to bed until it passes... but then again, who knows what kind of perverted thoughts you'd have while I was asleep!" She gives you a knowing smirk, half-heartedly trying to sound tough.

Anna glares at you for a moment before finally reluctantly taking your hand. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "But only because I don't trust you not to touch me inappropriately." She clenches her fist around yours, squeezing tightly as if trying to protect herself from you. Her other hand remains firmly crossed over her chest, clearly not wanting to appear weak or submissive.

The storm rages on outside, lightning flashing and thunder rolling through the room.

Anna listens to your heartbeat slow down, matching hers. The tension begins to ebb away, replaced by a strange sense of contentment. She doesn't know what this means for them or where it will lead, but for now, she's okay with that. Maybe they can just enjoy each other's company... and maybe have some more fun in the process.

"Thanks for tonight," she whispers after a while, her voice barely audible above the sound of your breathing. "It was... different." She smiles up at you, hoping that's okay. "But in a good way." Her fingers find their way to your chest, tracing lazy circles on your skin as she gazes back at the ceiling.

The silence stretches out again, but this time it feels less awkward and more comfortable. Maybe they can just be together like this for a while longer...

Anna's mind wanders as she washes her hands, imagining your strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. She lets out a soft moan into the steamy air, unable to resist the growing desire within her. Her nipples harden beneath her shirt and she begins to toy with them absently, arching her back in response.

"H-hey," she stammers, "I need you to reach something on the top shelf." Her cheeks flush as she says this, unable to meet your eyes. She stands there, her fingers dancing nervously across her wet skin, waiting for you to come closer.