He slid his arm under my legs and shot up from the chair. I squealed as he stepped around the table and carried me to his bed.
“It’s hard to be romantic when you don’t have any goddamn room.”
“You’re doing just fine.” I grabbed his face to bring his mouth back to mine. He moaned into my mouth before pulling away.
“Lie back,” he rasped, his voice low and husky. My back sank into the comforter as Anthony’s eyes raked up and down my body, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his gaze.
“I was an asshole, yesterday,” he said as he settled between my legs, my hips lifting to get closer to the hard bulge grazing against my core.
I shook my head and he put a finger over my lips when I tried to reply.
“I know I need to explain, and I will. But for now—” He feathered his hand down my cheek. “I just need you.” His mouth crashed down on mine, his kiss hungry and desperate as his hand traveled up my thigh until he reached the waistband of my skirt. I raised my hips again as he slid the tight leather down my thighs followed by my tights, pulling them off one foot at a time and throwing them on the floor in the direction of my boots.
“I told you, I’m yours. Take whatever you need.” I gulped, so turned on I had trouble keeping air in my lungs. I whimpered as he massaged the ache between my legs, only making it throb harder. My head fell against his shoulder, my eyes tearing as the entire lower half of my body swayed back and forth, following his hand and seeking more friction.
“I need to know how you taste when you come.”
He grabbed my ankle and hooked it over his shoulder. I peered down at him, half-aware that while I was mostly naked from the waist down, my panties were still on. Instead of taking them off, he pushed them to the side and covered me with his mouth.
“Sofuckingsweet,” he groaned as if he were in pain. He once again killed me with long, torturous strokes of his tongue. I was right on the edge, my body shaking all over as Anthony made love to me with his mouth.
His hands slid up my torso and down my arms before grabbing one of my hands and lacing our fingers together. I lifted my head, trying to lean on my other elbow but my shaking arm wouldn’t hold steady. The dirty way his head was bobbing up and down and the sweetness of how he gripped my hand tighter every time he moaned was too much. I came hard on his tongue, digging my nails into the back of his hand and biting my bottom lip to stop the screams.
“Better than I ever could have imagined,” he whispered as he dragged kisses down the inside of my damp thigh.
“That’s what I was about to say.” I let out a breathless chuckle. I sat up on the bed, my heart still racing as I pushed him back on the mattress.
Anthony’s hooded eyes lingered on mine as I fumbled with his belt buckle. His fingers twisted in my hair as he pulled me toward him.
“I tasted you because if I hadn’t I would have lost my mind, so you don’t have to if you don’t want to—”
“Believe me, I want to,” I grazed my thumb over his wet lips, a thrill rushing through me at what we’d just done. “I just…” I trailed off, wincing before averting my gaze. “I’m worried that I may not be the best at it.”
As my past experience with blow jobs was getting it over with as soon as possible, I doubted I’d built up any kind of skill, but I wanted to be good at it forhim. I wanted to send him to the same heaven I’d just crashed down from.
He shut his eyes and laughed. “Sweetheart, I almost came when you unzipped my pants the other night, before you even touched me.I’mworried the second my cock is in your mouth, I’m going to explode. You’re already the best at it, because it’s you.”
I inched his shirt up over his ribbed stomach, dropping tiny kisses down to the dusting of hair tempting me into his jeans. After unbuckling his belt, I popped open the button and reached into his boxers. I smiled when he jerked against my palm. Anthony bucked his hips off the bed, groaning every time my hand glided up and down. He was smooth, hard, and perfect.
A guttural moan erupted from his throat when I circled my tongue around the tip and took him deep into my mouth. I moaned around his cock as I inched him in and out, enjoying myself too much to rush. Anthony’s hand stilled on the back of my head, grasping a fistful of my hair.
“How could you think… So good, sweetheart…Holy shit, Victoria…”
I sucked harder as he prodded the back of my throat, gliding my hands up his hard torso as I lost myself in all the tortured noises falling from Anthony’s lips.
I laid my hand over where Anthony still clutched the back of my head and gave it a push. He groaned, lifting his hips again and pulling my head closer. We were sloppy, frantic and so high on each other that I never wanted to come back down.
He tapped on my shoulder and I shook my head, only licking and sucking harder. I dug my nails into his hips as he pulsed down my throat. A smile stretched my lips as I peered up at him, my rugged boyfriend now nothing but a puddle on his sheets.
“Good?” I quirked a brow, holding in a laugh when his eyes went saucer wide.
He lifted me up by my underarms and brought me on top of him.
“I don’t even know what to call that. I’ll try to give you a word when I can feel my legs again.”
I laughed until I noticed the unmistakable adoration in his features mixed with a sadness I couldn’t figure out. Our gazes locked, his dark eyes full of heat and fear, as if he expected me to vanish. I feathered my hand down his cheek, the sudden flood of emotion forming a lump in the back of my throat.
I meant it when I said I wasn’t going anywhere, yet he always seemed like he was expecting me to leave. I slid next to him on the bed and propped my head up on my elbow.
