It wasn't the first time I'd seen the bed. I'd been in Anthony's bed a few times over the years. He made his bed perfectly. There weren't any messy piles (like Peyton) on the floor, or empty bottles on the nightstand. This was the room of a true man. An adult and it was no shock to me. The room smelled just like him.
Anthony's grip on my hips softened, and his hands slid up my back, so slowly it felt like he was feeling every inch of my vertebrae. Heat exploded through my body at every touch.
He didn't kiss me. He hovered over me, his breath touching my lips as his eyes searched every inch of my face. I needed his mouth on mine but felt too shy to make the move. So, I waited for him to close the last inch between us.
Please. What are you waiting for?
"If I kiss you, that's it. I don't think I'll be able to stop."
"Then, kiss me."
His lips crashed into mine, stealing all of the oxygen from my lungs. The kiss was explosive. Heat rose between us, spreading like wildfire, taking full control over me. I wrapped my arms around him, steadying myself.
I felt cold when he took the tank top up over my head and dropped it to the floor, but when his hands were on me, his fingertips traced the lines of my bra. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck and I could feel his speeding pulse under my hands. My bra and underwear were the only layer left, but he seemed to enjoy touching me like this. Lightly touching the edges before fully diving in.
His tongue slipped into my mouth and my hands gripped his hair. I wasn't going to be able to stand much longer if he kept kissing me like this. I needed him right now more than ever.
Fingers worked the clasp of my bra, sliding down my elbows. I tossed it off and reached for his shirt but he beat me to it. I watched him lift his shirt up over his head, allowing me to look at how handsome he was. His abs were toned and so sexy, and I want I wanted to kiss every single inch of his chest.
I sighed in pleasure as he pressed his warm body onto mine. This was so wrong, but how in the hell did it feel so good?
As passionate, yet greedy kisses and wandering hands occurred, I was backed up to the bed, where the blanket touched the backs of my thighs below my shorts. His hands cupped my breasts and pushed them together, making it easier to kiss them.
I ran my hand over the waistband of his jeans, lingering at the button. How much further am I going? I unzipped his jeans, shoving them down over his hips.
He was so big, I wanted him so bad. I was excited but nervous. Would I be able to pleasure him the way he's expecting me to? I began to stroke him up and down, satisfaction flashing across his handsome face. I didn't get through many strokes before he slipped my shorts down my legs.
He stepped out of his jeans as he lifted me up, placing me on the edge of the bed, my shorts in a heap on the floor.
The tension grew greater. We were both only in underwear. My heart was pounding out of my chest, but I didn't care. All I want is his mouth against mine, his bare skin touching mine.
With a light shove, he pushed me down on my back, and the comforter felt cool against my skin. He stepped between my legs and hovered over me, kissing me from my throat to my breasts. All while he firmly planted his lower body against mine.
Desire formed inside of me.
It took control of me, sending my hands to roam his skin. His back was strong, and I loved his firm muscles. He was so fucking sexy physically and emotionally. I've never had a man like him.
It seemed like he didn't know what to do next. He didn't seem hesitant, but more like he wanted to do everything to me at once. He slid his erection over the thin surface of my underwear, and all I could do was arch my back to meet his body movements.
He moved his hands down my waist until they came to a stop on the sides of my underwear, lingering on my breasts before looking in my eyes. The connection between us was so obvious and powerful. I wanted him to claim me to be all his.
"Stop me," he said, sounding like it was my last chance to say no.
I shook my head and bit my bottom lip. "Don't stop."
"Fuck." He whispered as he began to slide my underwear down and buried his face in my lap.
"Oh my god." I gripped his shoulders. His lips followed the edges of my underwear, kissing every inch of my exposed skin.
I wanted to cum already. Burst into thousands of pieces. His mouth inched along the top of my slit, ecstasy running through me. This was so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this, but God. This man was intoxicating. I can't stay away from him any longer.
He slowly slid his tongue inside me, the full sensation against my clit. He looked amazing as he hovered over me, giving me the most seductive, intimate kisses on every inch of my skin. I've never had it this good.
I've only been Peyton and I thought he would be the best, but with how amazing Anthony is, he's outdone Peyton by far.
He didn't appear what he was doing was a favor as he caressed inside of me with his tongue, making me moan each stroke.
A low, deep groan came from him. Ecstasy burnt through me as his lips closed and sucked. My hands tightened into fists until my nails dug into my palms. The stroke of his tongue was nearly unbearable. He used his lips, tongue and even his teeth to tease, torment and please me.