Antoine promised that he was going to make it clear. His lips pressed against hers and she wilted with the touch. Her body molded against his and Antoine had her shirt off and her bra undone before she mentioned the fact that it was freezing.
He chuckled and pulled her toward the cabin. “I guess I had my mind on other things.”
Antoine didn’t give her time to answer or walk on her own for that matter. He was thinking of only one thing now and the more she tried to play games with him, the more he wanted her. Now, though, the games were over and by the look on her face, Cassandra knew it as well.
Once they got inside, they didn’t get far before he was pushing her against the wall from behind. He wanted her just as badly, and this time, he wasn’t just going to slide in between her legs. He had to have all of her this time, or it just wouldn’t do.
“No, Antoine.”
He stopped immediately, not wanting to believe that he’d heard the words he knew he had. She was telling him no and he pulled back. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do in his whole life. Antoine felt physical pain from having to do it and he wasn’t very happy about it.
Cassandra flipped around, peering up at him. He tried to soften his features, but he couldn’t.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, where there is a bed. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Antoine instantly felt better, knowing that she wasn’t refusing him. A change of location was a quick remedy and he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and proceeded to take her where she wanted to be. Antoine didn’t care where they went. As long as he got to be with her, that was all that mattered.
He tossed her on the bed like she was a ragdoll and Cassandra scrambled to get right. Antoine started to pull his clothes off, saving himself time later when he wasn’t going to want to waste a second. Her eyes widened at his chest being revealed and she said something about his tattoos.
“We all get them at some time.”
Antoine was undoing his pants while he spoke, pulling them down with no ceremony. He was beyond any kind of reason at this point, had been for days, maybe even weeks. Cassandra had been playing with his emotions and desires and now she was going to see firsthand what it did to him. Knowing that she wanted it, made it all the better.
Their eyes met and he gruffly told her to do the same.
“If you don’t want your creation to be ripped to shreds, take it off!”
Cassandra jumped and Antoine cursed himself. He really did need to get a grip on himself. How was he ever going to give them what they both needed if he was biting her head off every time he turned around?
He approached the bed and watched her scramble to take the rest of her clothing off. The tits that he saw in his dreams and on his wall where he’d put the drawing was now back in view. He couldn’t have been happier and was thoroughly convinced that they were better in person. There was just something missing, like the reality of it all and his ability to put his hands on them.
Her skin was tanned, and she had long legs for her short stature. Legs and tits, that’s all he could see as he moved onto the bed, adding his weight on her when he reached the best position to enter her. Antoine noticed then that she would barely look him in the eyes. There was something shy and innocent about the wideness and quickened breath. What was going on? What had he missed?
“Have you ever done this before? You act like you haven’t. You’re eying my cock like it’s going to attack you.”
“Well, isn’t it?”
He chuckled. “A little.”
She swallowed hard and he prompted her to answer him.
“Yes, I have done it before. Once. And it was very different.”
Antoine wanted to be the first, but he asked the question anyway. He didn’t want to know how it was, so why did he ask?
“What was different about it?”
“It was dark, quick, clumsy. I wasn’t all that into it.”
“And now?”
She looked away. “Now, I am a bit overwhelmed and I wish you would slow down. I didn’t even see the guy naked before and I guarantee he didn’t look like you.”
Antoine was surprisingly satisfied with her answer. He was going to be her first in many ways, and the part he didn’t like was already taken care of. To Antoine, it was the best of both worlds.
“This will be much different.”
Cassandra agreed too automatically and that he found humorous. Humor was the only thing keeping him from ravishing her. She wasn’t ready for such things. He instinctively knew that he was going to have to go slow with Cassandra. He needed to, if they were to have the blissful coming together that he was hoping for. They had to do things the right way.
