Why did this idea turn me on so much?
As I got comfortable on the cushion, I watched Anthony take the first towel off of the pile and grabbed a condom he brought with him.
His body was so perfect. His muscles were toned, tanned and just pure perfection. I watched as he tore open the wrapper with his teeth and slid the condom on.
As he knelt between my legs, he looked down, following the stroke of his hand, readying himself.
"This is my fantasy," he said. He rubbed the tip on my slit, making me squirm. I was so desperate for him, could he not notice?
"My fantasy," he continued, "every day since I saw you out here with him."
Just as I started to say something, he pushed himself inside of me. Inside my body and inside my mind, this couldn't be his fantasy- because it was mine. I tried to tell him, but his first thrust was so powerful, all I could do was grab the cushion beneath us and hang on.
"I was jealous. So incredibly jealous." Anthony widened his knees, which were tucked under my legs, and thrust into me again. "Watching him fucking you, when I wanted it to be. I wanted it to be like this."
He set his hands on my knees and slid his palms along my inner thighs, leaving me wide open for him. "I stood there watching, and I didn't know if I was even capable of being that jealous about anything. I wanted you so fucking bad, Riley. You have no idea how bad I wanted you."
I let go of the cushion and placed my hands on his chest, needing to touch him. I wanted more. I wanted his mouth on mine. As if reading my mind, he set his hands on the cushion on either side of my head, lowering his lips to me. Our wet skin simply stuck together, and I moaned into the kiss as he eased faster, moving at a steady, yet seductive pace.
"What did you think," he said between short breaths, "when you caught me watching?"
His mouth hovered, his lips brushing lightly against mine, but he was just far enough away, I had to commit myself.
"I wanted it to be you." I can't believe I'm saying this right now. "After I saw you..." How far should I go? Should I tell him everything?
"I shut my eyes and imaged I was with you."
"Fuck." His thrusts went from slow to hard and fast, causing the chair to screech underneath us. I didn't want Anthony's attention on anything other than me, not even for a split second.
I questioned this in the back of my mind for weeks, and I finally felt free to ask. "How long did you stand there, watching?"
"Long enough to know I could do it better than him."
It was such an accurate statement.
"Am I right?"
"Good. I'm going to fuck you until all you remember is being with me on this chair."
"Holy shit," I gasped.
We had sex like nothing else mattered. Like primal animals letting ourselves go. It was amazing.
Just as I began to climax toward an orgasm, Anthony pulled out. He planted one foot on the ground so he was half standing and half kneeling. He took off the condom and threw it on the ground.
He looked at me with piercing, yet hungry eyes. Did he want me to jerk him off?
Once I began to move my fist, he reached down and plunged his index finger all the way inside me.
I tightened my grip and watched his shoulders shutter.
"Yeah baby, that's it."
He slid his hips with my hand sliding on him. "Just like that. Make me cum all over you."
After minutes of stroking him, I watched as he let himself go onto my body, from my breasts to my stomach until the last drop dripped from him.
I never understood it in the porn. Until right now, watching a guy cum on a woman did nothing for me. It felt quite degrading actually. A man marking his territory. I looked down at my skin, fully satisfied. Anthony marked me as his.
"Stay right here," he whispered. "I'll be right back."
Where was he going? Was he going to get his phone so he could take a photo of me? It was foolish, but another bad idea to add to our list.
To my disappointment, he came out with a towel and walked toward me, ready to help me clean off but hesitated when he looked at me.
His voice changed as if thinking he did something wrong. "What is it?"
"Nothing," I forced a laugh and reached for the towel. "It's stupid."
He drew away, pulling the towel with him. "What's stupid?"
Fuck. If we were keeping this relationship as it is, I needed to get a lot better at being an actress. I shrugged. "I thought you were going to grab your phone."
"You thought I needed to call someone?"
"No." Oh shit. "You were looking at me like you liked the way I looked and.... You know." My voice was quiet and I felt so embarrassed. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
He raised his eyebrows as his face changed to full excitement. He went back to retrieve his phone and hurried back to me.
As the flash went off, I knew it was a bad idea, but it felt satisfying in a strange way. I've never had any explicit photos of myself, not with Peyton anyways. But the concept of this photo in Anthony's phone? It was so sexy.
"Wow," I said as he showed me the photo.
"Wow is right. That doesn't even put you into words."
As he took the towel and wiped my body down, he sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around me.
He took a loose strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear. "We can't fall asleep out here."
"I'm serious. The mosquitoes will eat us alive."
"I'm too comfy. You'll have to carry me."
It was supposed to be a joke, but he slipped his arms under my body.
"I was kidding!" I got out of his arms and stood. "Were you really going to carry me to bed?"
"I was going to try."
I giggled and picked up my bikini on the stone ground and looked at him.
"Yeah. Take me to bed."
"Or lose you forever?"
"From the movie Top Gun? When Meg Ryan says, 'Take me to bed, or lose me forever?"
I shook my head.
"You haven't... Come on, seriously?"
"Okay, Riley. We're adding that to our list."
I laughed, but deep inside, I liked adding to our other list better.