Chapter 13 #2
His hard dick pushed against me through his pants, and I ground on him.
Our breaths mingled, tongues dancing wildly.
My head felt light in a way that had nothing to do with how much or how little I’d had to drink.
One of his hands slid under my skirt, massaging my thigh, as he ran the fingertips of his other hand up and down my spine.
My fingers fumbled with the button on his pants. I was getting entirely too worked up.
Applying the slightest pressure, I pushed against his chest until he lay back.
His blue eyes shone in the moonlight coming through the window.
He was absolutely the most gorgeous man I’d ever set my gaze on.
Licking my lips, I slowed myself down enough to get his pants undone.
Both of his hands rubbed my thighs, and it was proving difficult to concentrate.
Climbing off of his lap, I tugged his pants off, dropping them unceremoniously to the pile.
I slid my hands up his thighs and my tongue over his straining cock.
The salty-sweet taste of his skin made me hungry for more, but he didn’t give me a chance to take it.
With a growl, he grabbed me and pulled me up to him.
My skirt rode up again as I straddled him.
Anthony brushed his fingers across my cheek. “Are you sure, Skye?”
I’d never been so sure about anything in my life, and I wanted to say as much, but the words wouldn’t come.
Instead, I nodded and leaned over, kissing him hard.
He took that answer as intended and rolled us so that he was on top.
I could feel him pressing against me and reached down to pull my skirt off, but he stilled my hands.
“Wait,” Anthony said, smiling. “I kind of like the skirt.”
Oh, the skirt was totally staying on.
He moved away again and latched onto one of my breasts. I gasped and arched into him, heat pooling low in my belly. Again, his fingers slid up my skirt, this time grabbing my underwear and slowly pulling them off.
I wanted him to move faster. My need for him was a beast that only he could soothe.
His fingers teased my entrance, then slid in, his thumb brushing over my clit with each pump. Grabbing his hair, I pulled him back to my lips. His fingers felt so good, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Mmm, you’re so wet.”
“For you,” I replied huskily. “I need you in me.”
He chuckled, then disappeared from my grasp. I blinked the lust-filled haze from my eyes in time to see him dive beneath my skirt. As soon as his tongue swiped across my sex, my mind blanked. The only thought left was the ecstasy of his touch that left my entire body tingling.
My breaths came out in quick pants as he alternated between fast and achingly slow strokes. Just as I approached the edge, he pulled back, pushing my skirt up.
Yes, please! “I’m on the pill,” I gasped out, not wanting to give him even a minute longer to wait.
Anthony positioned himself, running his tip through my slickness.
I closed my eyes and moaned with impatience that quickly turned to rapture as he slid in and filled every last crack in my soul.
My eyes opened again to find him watching me, something like wonder combined with lust on his face.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer, urging him to move.
And move he did.
It became heated quickly as he pounded into me relentlessly. I clenched tight around him, taking in every second of that delicious friction. He slowed down, and for one disappointing moment, I thought he’d finished already.
Then he sat back, grabbing my hips, and sliding us to the edge of the bed.
He pulled my legs up to his shoulder, kissing my calves before he resumed his ruthless pace.
With my thighs squeezed tighter together in the new position, I felt him even more.
I felt every thrust hit deep, sending jolts of pure pleasure coursing through my body.
“A-Anthony!”
I cried out as an orgasm built up. My chest tightened with anticipation. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies colliding over and over, our panting breaths, our desperate desire for each other.
He grunted as I squeezed my core as tight as I could, his thrusts becoming brutal. I didn’t care how sore I might be the next day. It was everything I’d been craving from him. We could do slow and sweet later, if there was a later.
Right then, it was everything I’d hoped for.
His breaths became unintelligible words that my ears didn’t have the capacity to comprehend just then.
My world exploded into bright lights, my chest expanding with the first deep breath I’d taken all night.
Rightness settled over us, and it was an odd feeling that I couldn’t ever recall feeling with another partner before.
Anthony’s paced finally slowed, his thrusts turning into more reactionary jerks as my insides clenched and unclenched around him, coming down from my own orgasm. Drowsiness swept over me, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the physical exertion.
As Anthony’s warmth curled into my back, I let it take me into the darkness.