Antonio
Could it truly be possible to fall in love with someone so quickly? I must’ve been a madman.
Noticing her warm gaze, I felt the hint of a smile on my lips. “Is your movie boring?”
“No. Just found something more interesting to watch is all.” Then she winked, her grin matching the amusement of her words.
I laughed at her words. Then I noticed her quickly sit up.
“Oh my god. I got Antonio Rowe to smile.” She looked around drastically to play the part, “I need my phone. Have to take a picture or else no one will believe me.” Turning back, she wore a grin herself. Looked absolutely adorable. Even had a few strands of hair that hung in her face.
Reaching out, I brushed them away without thinking. Then I noticed her smile had lessened. Before I could apologize to her for touching her without asking, she surprised me by moving closer. Eliminating the space between our bodies, one of her hands pressed against my chest. Surely, she had to feel the way my heart pounded erratically. Did she know how much power she held over me, especially at such a close distance?
After kissing once, I recognized the look in her eye. Felt the heat behind her gaze. Made me want her even more. How much longer did I have to hold back?
“Can I kiss you?” The question left her lips, catching me off guard.
Nodding, I grunted when her hand slid up my shirt before cupping my chin. Eyes burning, I watched her carefully. My sweet girl had the softest of touches. It took strength not to pull her closer. Before, I kissed her without asking. Crossed a line I shouldn’t have even approached.
Sitting up, her hair cascaded down, brushing my cheeks as her eyes remained unmoved. The view of her tongue swiping across her bottom lip left my cock hardening. As she touched my chin, I swore I couldn’t breathe. Any movement would break the spell I was under.
Finally, she leaned down. Her kiss set off a sharp, wild need in me. Starting with a simple brush, she opened up immediately. Moaned against my tongue as one of my hands ran through her silky hair and the other cupped her hip.
As soon as she kissed me, she pulled away. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils blown large. Without much of a warning, her hands clutched at her shirt. I could hardly remember the color of the fabric after she tossed it off like it was nothing. Exposing herself, I choked. Breathing heavy, her breasts were distracting as hell.
“Fuck,” I grunted, trying my damned hardest to keep my tongue inside my mouth. Must’ve looked like a dog from panting so much.
“Let’s do it,” she pressed. “I want you, Antonio.”
Chelsea was a sweet, young girl. Had to be in her twenties. The fact that she’d want someone like me? An old, angry bastard who was apparently far more greedier than I should be. It left me feeling like I didn’t deserve her. Having her sitting there, shirtless… I struggled to think.
“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling like a fool after. Of course she was sure. Look at her.
Nodding her head, she laid flat on the bed. One of her hands ran up her stomach, teasing me. I swore she’d be the death of me.
Deciding then and there that I would never fool around with another woman ever again as long as I breathed, I gave in. If Chelsea figured she had no need to stick around after all this, then so be it. No other woman would be able to make me feel the kind of spark she did.
Pulling her to the middle of the bed, I enjoyed the gasp that left her lips. Wanting to hear more, I pressed a kiss to her stomach. Starting at her navel before traveling up. I eventually made my way to her neck. Her breathing shook as I kissed the sensitive area.
“Antonio–” Groaning, she tilted her chin up to the ceiling. “–I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never done this before.”
At first, her words didn’t register. When they did, I flinched back. Struggled to comprehend how a woman like her had never been touched before. I assumed men dropped at her feet before meeting me. Untouched. I had to ask once more. “Are you really sure you want me–”
“Yes!” she exaggerated before her fingers buried deep into my hair. One tug and my mouth was on hers. Guess that answered that question. Whatever resolve I carried began to crumble at the sound of a moan vibrating against my lips. I’d barely even touched her and she already was so responsive.
Pulling away, I licked the taste of her off of my lips. So sweet I thought I’d be at risk for a cavity.
Sitting on my heels, I got a good look at her. Memorizing every inch of her body, the hunger resting in the pit of my stomach grew. Meeting her gaze, I knew she felt similar. About time I took care of her.
Leaning over her body once more, I buried my fingers beneath the band of her leggings. Enjoying the way she bit down on her lip in eagerness, I couldn’t wait to see how else she could react to my actions. Pulling her leggings off, I dragged her panties down with it. Tossing them away, I watched her strip away her bra. Now, she laid completely naked beneath me. A whole meal right on my bed. By the looks of her glistening inner thighs, she was soaked. If only I knew how needy she felt beforehand.
Chest rumbling with approval, my hands went to the buttons of my shirt. Fumbling with undoing them, I swore I’d get impatient and rip the shirt before I reached the last button.
Chelsea’s giggle made my patience well worth it.
“I’m in no rush,” she hummed, absolutely basking in what we were doing. “Please, take your time.” The way she looked at me, I thought she would devour me alive.
Shaking my head, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I smile one time and now it feels like I can’t stop.
Shrugging my shirt off, I tossed it to the side. In an instant, her stare burned against my chest. Looking pleased with herself, I tried not to enjoy myself too much.
Parting her legs, her hands curled into the sheets. Grasping them, her desperation made my mouth water.
Licking my lips, her hips jerked the moment I cupped her sex. As I expected, she felt wet to the touch. Her body writhed as I pressed my thumb against her swollen clit. Small circles had her body twitching and jerking. The more I touched, the more she grew embarrassingly damp at my touch.
Slipping a finger inside, my cock ached in jealousy. Soon, I’d have her untouched walls wrapped around me. First, I needed to prepare her. Needed to have patience. Adding a second, I curved my fingers to stroke her deep and slow. Clamping down around me, I knew I must’ve done something right.