Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Anthony takes my hand and leads me into the shower. The warm water feels nice against my body. Reaching up to the built-in shelf, I grab the bottle of body wash. Bringing it to my nose, I inhale the fresh scent of citrus and squeeze an ample amount into my hand. I rub the gel over my stomach and down my legs.
“Let me do that for you. I will never pass up the opportunity to explore your body.” My palms lift off my thighs and are replaced by his strong hands. His touch is sensual and soft. There’s a sexual element to it, but it’s more than that. It feels like he’s studying for a class, and my ass is on the final. He pulls me against his body and holds me. It’s the most glorious feeling ever, being held like this as his hands caress my back.
“Ohh,” I moan as he massages my skin. My head leans against his chest, and I hear the steady staccato of his heartbeat. We stand like this until our fingers prune before he reaches up and turns off the jets. I follow him out of the shower. Anthony grabs a bath sheet and wraps me like a mummy. I stare at his body and watch his muscles flex as he dries his various parts. I never tire of looking at him. He is no longer erect, but he’s still beautiful.
Once dry, he turns his full attention to me. He pulls a smaller towel out of the cupboard and asks me to bend at the waist. I comply and feel him wrap my wet hair in the towel like a turban. Only a man who has been with many women or raised with sisters would know how to do that. Since I know he’s an only child, I figure it’s the knowledge he’s gained from experience. I’m not sure I like that thought.
The bath towel slowly unwinds, exposing my body. He stands in front of me, staring at me as a hungry cat stares at a bird.
“You have an amazing body, Emma. I don’t think I will ever get my fill of you.”
“So, those runs on the beach are paying off,” I say as he leads me to his bed.
“Most definitely.” He pulls the blankets back and gestures for me to climb in. I settle myself into the center of the big bed and turn to face him. He lies down beside me, propping up on one elbow to look at me. His lips touch mine, and then he pulls away. I feel him reach up and remove the towel from my head, letting my damp red curls fall around my shoulders.
He draws me to his body and wraps his hand around my back end. His fingers knead my flesh, which sends the fire that he stirs within me straight to my core. My body is aflame with a heated passion that only he has been able to light. I’ve had a tingle here and there, but I have never had a man release an inferno inside me by a kiss or touch like Anthony does.
“Oh … Anthony!” I call out as my body pulses with need.
“What do you need, babe? Tell me what you want—what you need.”
He rolls me onto my back and lets his fingers glide gently over my body. He hovers at my breasts. My pebbled nipples tingle from the inside out as his lips graze them. I arch up to meet him as he pulls away. I want his mouth on me.
“I need you ,” I pant, hardly able to catch my breath. His warm exhale lingers over my breast before he takes my hard nipple into his mouth. He gently bites down, tugging just before he releases his hold. I swear, there is a direct connection between my nipple and my love nub. I gasp as my sex clenches in reaction.
“You have me, babe. There’s no rush; let’s enjoy everything. The wait makes the reward that much sweeter.” He smiles at me as he moves his body over mine. His oral assault begins at my toes.
“Where did you get this scar from? I’ve noticed it before but forgot to ask.” He rubs the scar that sits smack dab in the middle of my right foot, then focuses his touch on my instep, making me squirm. I try to wriggle my foot away so the ticklish feeling will stop. He pulls back, letting me know he’s in charge.
“I’m not completely certain. The lifeguard at Balboa Lagoon said it was probably a stingray barb. I stepped on it while swimming in your beloved ocean. It hurt so much and bled like crazy. I had to have eleven stitches. That’s why I’m not too fond of the ocean. You’re just walking along, minding your own business—and bam! Something reaches up from the murky bottom and takes you out.”
His tongue licks warmly over the bottom of my foot, making me twist and turn to free myself. It tickles, and yet the feeling excites me. His mouth slides up my freshly shaved leg and stops at my knee. In one swift move, he turns me over, so my back end is facing the ceiling. His tongue licks the sensitive skin behind my knee and trails up to the top of my thigh. He reaches the area directly under my butt cheek and gently bites. I would’ve never thought that a tongue sliding from the crack of your bottom to the base of your neck could make you feel so good.
“Mmm,” I moan softly as he makes his way from the back of my neck to my ear.
“You’re so damn beautiful, and I love the soft moans that escape your mouth when my tongue is on you,” he whispers in my ear before he flips me over and crushes his mouth against mine. Just as things heat, he pulls away.
“Where are you going?” I groan. He’s driving me insane, taking me to the edge several times without following through. I’m begging for release.
“In good time, baby. I’m enjoying my exploration of your body. I think about it all the time; it’s a wonder I get anything done.” His eyes look into mine as he lowers his head to the space between my legs. All cohesive thoughts are gone. The minute his lips connect, I am no longer capable of anything.
“Oh … holy … hell…” I shout as his tongue thoroughly explores me. Never underestimate a man who tells you he has an oral fixation. The tongue and mouth are two wonders of the world in my book. You can keep the Taj Mahal; I’ll take Anthony’s tongue any day.
He spends what seems like a lifetime satisfying his need to taste me. As soon as I get close to my climax, he pulls back once more. It’s torturous and tantalizing at the same time. As I wriggle under him, he lifts his head. “Now, Emma, come for me,” he whispers. And just as he buries his face in my heat, I do. I let loose a scream that could wake the dead. He has taken me to the edge so many times that all of my pent-up energy releases itself in my sex and my scream.
Anthony slowly slides his body up mine. He trails kisses from my stomach to my mouth and settles next to me. I curl into his side, completely satisfied. I look down and see his magnificent erection standing at attention. Gliding my hand down his muscular chest, I follow the trail of brown hair from his belly button to his arousal. Gently holding him in my hand, I begin a slow exploration of his member. Shifting my position, I lower my head so his rock-solid abs support me. He twitches in my hand while I stroke the soft skin that covers his hardness. I watch as a glistening bead escapes the top. Using it as lubrication, I rub my thumb over it, spreading the slick liquid in circles. I firmly but gently wrap my fingers around him and move my fist up and down his shaft in a slow, steady motion. I hear small moans escape his mouth as I change the speed and pressure.
I climb over him and open the drawer to retrieve the lube. I straddle his legs and settle in for playtime. Squeezing an ample amount of lube into my palms, I rub them together to warm things up. I’m a considerate lover. There’s nothing worse than being all hot and bothered and having your partner put out your flame with ice-cold lube.
I wrap both hands around his girth and move them in opposite directions as I work up and down his length.
“Oh … God, babe, that feels amazing,” he groans. I continue to change the pace and pressure, keeping him on edge. As he nears orgasm, I stroke his length with one hand while I gently massage his nipples with the other. Knowing I have him close, I stop everything and lean in for a kiss. I’m learning to play his game.
“You’re killing me,” he moans as his hands reach for my head to bring me in for a deeper kiss. His talented tongue explores my mouth in slow motion. Everything he does is deliberate. His teeth gently nip at my bottom lip, making me groan in response. I slide back to my straddling position and take him into my hands again. I find a rhythm that has him grinding into my slick palms. His jaw tenses and his teeth clench as he finds his release. His control escapes him with explosive force and lands on his firm stomach. He groans loudly from someplace deep inside. I gently stroke every shudder from his body before I collapse on top of him. His come is slick and warm between our bodies. He holds me tightly as he plays with my hair.
“Shall we take another shower, babe?” he asks.
I snuggle into his shoulder. “Umm-hmm, but can we stay like this for a few minutes? I enjoy being in your arms.” He pulls me close to him and places a soft kiss on the top of my head. My heart lurches ever so slightly as I realize I’ve fallen in love with this man.
“Hey, you fell asleep.” He nudges me gently. “Would you like to continue sleeping, or do you want to get up and have a snack with me? I didn’t want you waking up alone.” There is sweetness in his voice. He is always looking out after me. When I first met him, I thought about his age and figured if he was still single at thirty-four, it was because he was a player or damaged. I still can’t figure him out because when I look at him, he’s just so perfect. He’s almost too good to be true.