He positioned himself between my legs, looking up at me. My eyes were slits, my chest rising and falling with my panting breath. Anthony took two of his fingers and pressed them against my already wet slit, pushing just slightly.
I groaned as those insistent fingers found their way inside me, tugging and stretching me open, not hurting at all, but making every nerve ending in their path riot as he deliberately rubbed against them. And when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth over my pleasure center, I nearly screamed.
I wanted to arch and grind myself against him, but I physically couldn’t do it. Instead, I would be subjected to his timetable.
And he was clearly going to take it slow.
Very slow.
Anthony kept his fingers inside me, rocking them back and forth slowly, while his mouth claimed all of the area he could, sensitizing it with his tongue. Finally, his lips settled back where I had been crying for them to be, and I nearly went off like a rocket, but he didn’t stay there, mouthing me lovingly, long enough for me to get to where I wanted to be.
He was deliberately teasing me, and it was driving me crazy. “Anthony, please!”
“Please what, my love?”
I knew I was blushing bright red already just because of where he was. I had never—well, rarely—pictured him between my legs, taking me in his mouth as he had. “Stay put! Please, I need to—”
“To what, Raychel?” He grinned evilly up at me.
“You know!” I was much too virginal in thought to be able to say it. I just couldn’t.
His head dipped again, and I felt the ache of my unfulfilled need double, until I thought I would either die, or orgasm, one or the other.
“I know what? Tell me what you want, and I just might give it to you.”
I growled in exasperation. That stubborn man was going to make me say it out loud. “I—I want to come. Please. I need to. I have to!”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied, and set about his wonderful task.
Those two fingers thrust into me sharply, in a demanding, forceful rhythm as his tongue coaxed my little bud out of its hood, never letting up, never relenting, until I felt a thousand suns burst within me as I began to buck and writhe fervently, despite my limitations.
“I want more,” I said as the orgasm still rocked my body. “I want you to claim me in all ways. All ways,” I panted.
“Say it,” Anthony nearly growled. “I want to hear exactly what you want.”
“Fuck me in the ass.” The words coming from my mouth surprised me, but I had never said my truth so easily. I had desires and needs, and all I had to do was ask. Lust and hunger took over. I wanted. I needed. And I would get what I wanted by simply speaking the words Anthony required to hear.
With the ultimate care, he flipped me over onto my stomach and spread my legs so he could position himself behind me.
Anthony adjusted his cock a little upward. Just by wiggling a little, he was able to make contact with my tight hole, and slid inside me with the gentlest of pushes.
It hurt. It stung. But the more painful it felt, the more I wanted him to continue on. I knew pleasure would be waiting for me on the other side.
“Breathe. Relax,” he directed and he pressed his cock deeper.
I tried to follow his command and refused to tense up as my instincts wanted to do.
“You’re mine,” he groaned as he planted himself balls deep inside of me.
I had never felt so full. So possessed. So owned. So protected and safe.
But also so loved and connected.
I nearly sat straight up when he rasped my oversensitive flesh in my forbidden channel, but then sighed back down again at his forthright possession.
This was where I had wanted to be all my life. To be Anthony’s. To be his wife. To love him and be loved by him. To be claimed as his.
There was nothing more I would ever ask for in life.
After Anthony had exploded within me, then collapsed onto the pillow next to me, I closed my eyes that had once again filled with tears… happy tears.
My father always said people come and go in your life, but family is forever. Love your family, cherish your family, always put your family first. Because in the end, that is all you really ever have. But I found out the hard way that there was no such thing as forever, that the wise words of my father were not the truth. Forever was a myth, a myth that covered up the dark and painful truth of life. A sad and harsh belief, yes, but my only forever was being alone since the death of my father… until now.