Before his jeans had even hit the ground, I had palmed him with both hands, feeling the warmth and intrinsic desire pulsing in my grasp.
Anthony moaned and leaned his head back as I eased him into my mouth and stroked his quivering shaft with my tongue.
At first, I eased up and down, slowly and with purpose, deepening his pursuit each time I moved down.
Eventually though, I hastened my pace, thrusting up and down on him until he writhed with excitement.
“Oh God…” He hissed and out of the corner of my eye, I watched his fists clasp the comforter. He swallowed hard as he pulsed in my mouth. “Yes…Yes…Oh God, Sahara, I want you!” He exclaimed as he shifted himself away from me, urging me back onto the bed with him.
Directing me, he positioned himself behind me, as his lips lingered on the nape of my neck. I moaned as his hand cupped my breast, while his other hand slid down my stomach, between my thighs, tempting my already moist womanhood.
“I can’t have all the fun,” he growled in my ear in a playful manner as my head thrust back onto his shoulder and my body willed him closer to me.
Before the feel of his touch, my breasts were already sensitive, and my nipples were hard but when he carefully rolled each blossoming bead between his thumb and index finger, I yelled out. A bolt of euphoric lightening shattered through me, causing my pelvis to shutter. Instantly I wanted him inside of me.
I turned around in his arms, signaling that I was ready but instead of allowing me to push him back onto the bed, he led me down. Once again, I felt the comforter contort to the small of my back and the pressure of his weight against me.
I felt my body quiver with erotic intent as my hands reached blindly for him.
As I found his chest, I felt him overtop of me, easing his way through my legs and readying himself to venture inside of me.
Teasingly, he brushed his member up against my dampened, sensitive self, causing me to scream out with erotic anticipation.
I felt my hands clasp his robust arms and he sneered with devilish delight.
Again, he brushed himself against me and I quaked with unbridled need, thrusting myself close to him, hoping that he would finally grant me what I so intimately sought.
A low growling snicker erupted from his throat as he reared back one last time before finally easing himself inside of me.
I moaned as I felt myself welcome him. My hips jutted up, and my pelvis pushed forward, helping to draw him deeper inside of me.
When he pulled back, the intensity of his motion left me breathless.
“Oh God…” I gasped, feeling a surge of bliss culminate with my already intense range of emotions.
When dipped back into me, I noticed that his movement was gaining haste while our heartbeats quickened.
My body reacted in sync with his as I lunged forward and eased myself back, matching the celebrating motion of his desires.
“Yes…Yes…Yes…” I hissed as the wash of bliss transcended me into complete and total euphoria, before the ultimate climax erupted, leaving us both gasping for breath and feeling as though nothing else in the world mattered but this moment, here, together.
Chapter 5
When we had finished, I laid there, in Anthony’s arms, with my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
For the first time, I felt a sense of contentment that I never remember experiencing before. It was strange and evilly ironic that I wanted to stay with a man who was definitely going to leave.
Why would I connect with someone like him, when I knew for sure it was to no avail? I didn’t even want to stay in this God-forsaken place, there was no way I was going to ask Anthony to stay.
The situation made me angry, but I knew no matter what, it was far better to enjoy the time I had with him now than to waste it lamenting about the future.
“What are you thinking about?” I heard Anthony ask, shaking me from my thoughts as he played with my hair.
“What?” I grumbled as my eyes rose up to meet his gaze, “Nothing,” I lied with a grin.
“I know you’re thinking about something, Sahara. You’re never this quiet,” he simpered.
I snickered playfully as I retorted, “I don’t think you know me well enough to make that judgement call.”