Chapter 9
chapter 9
ANTHONY
She’s so perfect.
So sweet, and so fucking sexy.
So trusting and shameless, as I rid us both of our sweaters before sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulders. She holds my gaze with a hunger that destroys me as I tug the fabric down and cup her full, heavy breasts in my hands, teasing my thumbs lightly across her nipples.
Her breath shudders out and one word—my name—escapes her lips, and I know I’m never going to be the same.
This beautiful woman is ruining me, one sexy sigh at a time.
I claim her lips again, loving the way her eager hands skim over my skin, exploring me as I guide her back onto the bed, still giving her sensitive breasts all the attention they deserve. I work open her jeans and guide the denim over her hips as we kiss, only pulling away for a second to rip them down her thighs before lengthening myself on top of her again.
I can’t stand to be away from her softness, her heat for longer than that. “Spread your legs, baby,” I murmur against her mouth as I kiss her again. She obeys, her next breath becoming a gasp as I slide my hand down the front of her panties, making the most of the extra room to maneuver now that her jeans are out of the way.
“So wet,” I say, groaning as I tease my fingers through her hot, slick skin. She’s petal soft and I already know she’s going to taste like heaven. “I need to kiss you here, beautiful. Is that okay?”
“Yes, but can I take off your pants first?” she pants against my lips, arching into my touch with a whimper that makes my balls throb. “I want to be naked with you. Naked together.”
“I want that, too,” I assure her, teasing two fingers into her with slow deliberation as she clings to my shoulders, fighting for breath. “But I’m afraid if my pants come off now, I’m going to move too fast. I want you so much, I’m already about to lose my fucking mind.” I bite my lip, brain flooding with desire as her pussy gushes fresh heat over my hand. “Fuck Maya, your body… I want to devour every inch of you.”
“Yes, please,” she says, squirming against me, making it obvious she needs this release as much as I need to give it to her. “Devour me.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice.
I kiss a searing path down her neck and collarbone, before I cradle her breasts in my hands, pressing them closer together so I can glide my tongue back and forth between her nipples. I tease each perfect pink tip until she’s pebble hard before closing my mouth around her sensitive skin and sucking her deep.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her fingers in my hair now, spasming and clutching. “Oh God, Anthony, I can’t take it. It’s too good. It’s too much. I want you too much.”
I suck her harder, until she arches off the bed with a wild cry. She’s so sensitive, I’m fairly certain I could make her come with just nipple play, but I’m too desperate to fuck her with my mouth to test that hypothesis at the moment.
I resume my path down her body, savoring the taste of her skin as I go, laving my tongue into her belly button, nipping at the fullness of her hip with my teeth, loving every gasp and sigh I summon from her throat before I settle between her thighs.
She’s trembling slightly, but she doesn’t offer a hint of resistance as I hook my hands behind her knees and guide her open wider, until every inch of her slick pussy is bare to me.
And fuck, she’s beautiful, all swollen and wet, her small, perfectly round clit standing at attention, begging for me to give it the love it deserves.
Love…
I know that’s not what either of us is here for. And even if it were, love isn’t something that happens this fast. But damn , the feeling swelling in my chest as I spread her open with my fingers and tease my tongue gently through her sex for the first time isn’t just desire.
It’s closer to worship.
I worship this beautiful girl with my mouth, teasing and tasting, sucking her clit into my mouth as I fuck her with my fingers, every whimper and groan music to my ears as she grows increasingly wild beneath me. By the time she comes, she’s gripping my head in both hands, holding me captive as she grinds into my face, and I couldn’t be happier.
As she shatters on my tongue, flooding my mouth with more of her salty, primal taste, I’m pretty sure I’ve discovered my purpose here on earth. I was made to fuck this girl, to make her scream my name and lie panting beneath me as I pull back, shedding my pants and boxer briefs in record time.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” Maya says, her eyes widening as I kneel between her legs once more, stroking my cock with one hand as I soak in the sight of her spread wide for me.
But she doesn’t look nervous. She looks like she can’t wait to feel every inch of me inside her, even though I have at least two inches on the average man and my cock is thick enough to have caused lovers discomfort in the past.
“Inside me,” she begs. “Please. I have an IUD. We don’t need a condom.”
“Yes, we do.” My voice is steady, but my hands shake as I reach for the box of condoms I tucked behind the lamp on the bedside table when I checked in this afternoon, wanting to be prepared for what might happen tonight.
I didn’t want to assume, but…damn if I wasn’t hoping for this, dreaming of it, of her.
She’s been under my skin since the moment our eyes locked across the library at the club, and I already know making love to her is going to be more intense, more special than anything I’ve done in bed in a long time.
Maya watches me rip open the foil, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses. She’s radiant, glowing from her orgasm, every flushed inch of her body an invitation to pleasure. I’m so hard, it’s almost painful to roll the condom down my swollen length, so desperate to be inside her that my hands tremble as I skim my palms down her thighs, but I refuse to rush this.
“We’ll go slow. And if anything doesn’t feel good, you tell me,” I murmur, my gaze locking with hers as I lengthen myself over her again, settling between her thighs. “Promise me?”
She nods, exhaling a nervous breath even as her blue eyes blaze with anticipation. “I promise.” She loops her hands around my neck, threading her fingers into my hair as she adds in a whisper, “I’m ready.”
I guide the head of my cock to her swollen sex, pausing as the weight of the moment sinks in.
This isn’t just another night. Not for her. And not for me. No matter what happens after this, I will always be the first man inside her, the first man to make love to her, and I’m determined to be worthy of the trust she’s placed in me.
I push forward, gently, slowly, groaning as her body grips the first inch of my cock like a vice. Her lips part on a gasp, her nails digging into the back of my neck.
“Okay?” I ask, pulsing lightly back and forth, keeping my thrusts shallow.
“Yes,” she breathes. “So much better than okay. Oh God, Anthony, it’s so good.”
“So good,” I agree as I sink deeper, her tight heat a temptation I can’t resist.
“Oh, yes. More? Please?” She lifts into me with a tentative innocence that slays me.
With a soft moan, I push to the end of her, giving her every inch of my aching length, my heart lurching as she cries out in response.
Before I can ask if she’s all right again, she wraps her legs around my waist, sighing, “Yes, oh, yes. That’s what I need. All of you. All of you, all the time.”
“All the time,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers as I fight to keep my next thrust under control. “God, baby, you feel…incredible.”
“Magical,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “It’s so magical.”
And it is.
There’s magic in the air between us as I start to move, slow at first, but gaining speed as she urges me on with her sighs, her moans, the way her nails drag down my back as she arches closer to my cock.
“Oh, Anthony,” she pants as our pace grows faster, nearly frantic. “Yes, please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Her heat tightens around me, drawing me closer to the edge with every stroke.
“I’m almost there, sweetheart,” I whisper, my voice rough, raw. “I’m so close.”
Her only response is a ragged cry as she bucks into my thrusts, chasing her pleasure with a shamelessness that makes me fall even deeper under her spell. She’s incredible, this woman, fearless, and there’s no way I’m letting this end without making her come again.
I slip a hand between us, finding her swollen clit with my thumb, circling it in time with my thrusts as I fight to hold back the heavy wave gathering low in my body.
Thank God, she’s right there with me. Just a few seconds later, she stiffens, her head falling back against the pillows as she cries out, her pussy locking around me in a way that knocks the wind from my chest.
The sight of her flushed skin, the sound of her calling my name as she comes, the feel of her molten heat pulsing on my cock—it’s too much.
“Maya. God, Maya!” I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep in her sweetness as my release crashes through me in long, aching waves that leave me trembling, breathless.
I collapse on top of her, shaken by pleasure, by the beauty of this girl and the magic we make together.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are our rapid breaths and the clicking of the much less aggressive radiator as it warms to life in the corner. Finally, knowing the condom can’t wait much longer, I pull back, disposing of it in the small bin beside the bed before returning to her side and drawing her warm body close to mine.
She rolls to face me, her cheeks still flushed and a shine in her eyes I’m damned proud to have put there.
“Hi, there,” she murmurs, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Hi, there,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her pretty face, loving her like this, with her makeup kissed away and her natural beauty on full display. “Orgasms look good on you.”
Her smile widens. “Thanks, they feel good on me.” She makes a soft, considering sound. “So…that’s sex.”
My lips quirk and that increasingly familiar warmth spreads through my chest. “Yep. That was sex, all right. So…what do you think? Did it live up to your expectations?”
“God, yes,” she says, with a happy sigh. “It was so good. So much better than I even imagined. And so much…”
“So much?” I prompt after a beat.
“So much more,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I don’t respond with words. I don’t trust myself not to say something too intimate, too real for the game of pretend we’re supposed to be playing. But the truth is there in the way I cradle her close, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips, soft and sweet.
And the truth is that she’s right, this is so much more.
More than I bargained for.
More than my betrayal-scarred heart had dared to hope was possible.
Probably more than I deserve…
And I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.