Page 35 of Pride
“You see what you do to me, don’t you Sera? You feel what you do to me?” He grasps my hips again, and tilts his own towardme. He’s immense, and so hard I can’t believe he’s not in pain. “Do not be embarrassed by your desire. It makes me happy. So happy.”
He traces his fingers over my wetness again. My pelvis arches. The ache between my legs is starting to throb. It’s never been like this, the painful tension, the desperation for release. “Please…” I gasp, the word ripping from my lips.
It’s all he needs to hear. Seconds later, he’s pulled his shirt off, helped me off with mine. My pants and his trousers are in a heap on the floor. I’m kneeling on the bed, in just my bra and panties. Antony stands above me, majestic. He’s completely naked now, one hand slowly stroking his huge erection. I stare at it, fascinated and unable to look away. I’ve never thought penises were much to look at, but his… somehow it’s different. I want to touch it. I even want tolickit.
Antony must read my mind. He steps forward and holds out his hand. I give mine to him, and he wraps it around his… cock. It’s hot, hard like steel, but still the skin is velvety. Tentatively, I stroke, up and down, and he lets out a hiss. “Fuck. That feels good, Sera. So good.”
“I like touching you,” I whisper. I don’t want to be too afraid to talk. I want to be good for him.
“You’re good at it. Don’t be afraid, though. You can grip me harder. But not for too long. You’ve got me pretty wound up, and I have other plans.”
Mesmerized, I stroke him, relishing the power I have over this mighty man. I can tell he’s holding back, his muscles like banded steel. A bead of liquid has emerged from his tip, and without thinking, I lift my thumb and run it over the wetness, sliding it over his head. A strangled sound comes from deep in Antony’s throat, and quick as a blink, his hand shoots out to grip my wrist.
“Stop,” he rasps. “You’ll make me lose control. You’re too good,bella mia.”
Antony sinks down on the bed beside me, enveloping my lips in a kiss. His mouth moves against mine, and I feel myself being laid down on the mattress. His lips leave mine and start to trace a burning path down my neck. I arch and close my eyes, losing myself in his touch. Fingers reach behind me; my bra is off. Then, hot, wet ecstasy closes over one of my nipples. I cry out, shocked and awash in a pleasure I’ve never known. Antony begins to torture me, first one breast and then the other, as I writhe under him, making incoherent noises and feeling like I’m about to lose my mind.This… this…I can’t understand how something can be so good.
Hands on me. Removing my panties. Lips tracing downward. I know what he’s about to do now, and I start to stiffen, want to protest, but the pleasure stops the words in my throat. Then that same wet heat closes over my sex, hands around my thighs, drawing them apart. I start to whimper, then short, animal cries come from me and I can’t stop them. I’m dizzy, I’m climbing, I’m being pulled tight like a rubber band, every muscle in my body tenses, waiting, desperately begging, thinking I’m about to die, to come apart, how can this be happening, it’s frightening but so good, oh, please, please, I ache, please give me what I need so badly,Antony, Antony…
“Antony!”
I scream his name so loudly it rips at my throat as spasms wrack my entire body. Waves of heat and light rush through me, over and over, every cell in my body releasing all at once. I hear Antony as he murmurs my name, lips against my sex. I fist my hands in his hair, hold onto him for dear life so I don’t float away. Eventually, the pleasure is too much, and I push him away. In a haze, I feel him moving on the mattress. A crinkle of something. Antony kneeling between my legs. His breath againstmy ear. “This might hurt,principessa, but I promise I’ll do my best.”
And it does hurt — quite a bit at first — but I trust him, and relax, and wait, and soon he is inside me, filling me so full it’s tight but not as painful. And then he starts to move. Slowly, slowly. Deeply. Then a little faster. My breath starts to speed up again. I lift my hips to meet his. Antony lets out a soft curse. He grips my hips hard, and then plunges inside me as deep as he can go. Once, twice, three times, then with a shout he stiffens and lets go. I feel him as he empties himself. I know he’s put on a condom, but I still feel it. I wrap my legs around him, wanting this moment to never end.
I want him without,I think dizzily.I want him without the condom on. I want him to empty himself inside me.
Then, Antony is wrapping an arm under me, pulling me toward him. We collapse on the bed sideways, him still inside me. We lie like that, listening to our crazed breathing as it slowly, slowly starts to go back to normal.
“Serafina,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “My God.”
My heart thrills at his words. This was good for him, too. I was enough for him.
A yawn overtakes me, so big it feels like my jaw will crack open. Antony laughs, kisses me on the forehead.
“You’re mine,” he says ferociously as he tucks me into his arm.
Sleep is already overtaking me, but not before I hear the last thing he says.
“Myprincipessa. Serafina.”
19
ANTONY
Iwake up with Serafina in my arms.
Jesus fucking Christ, the sex with her was amazing. I’ve bedded my fair share of women, but this was above and beyond. As I lie in bed, listening to Sera’s deep breathing, I replay last night in my mind — which instantly gets me hard as fucking steel.
Sure, I had sensed that Serafina wouldn’t be all that sexually experienced. There was something about the way she moved — like she had no idea how damn sexy she is, and the effect she has on men when she’s in the room. But I never expected she’d be a virgin. Thinking of her big round eyes when she confessed that to me, it does something to my chest. This tough, determined, smart-as-hell woman, looking up at me like she was terrified of disappointing me.
Holy shit, she didnotdisappoint.
It’s not like I buy into Catholic purity bullshit. I’m smart enough to know that whole virgin-whore shit is stupid. But still, I gotta say there’s something about the idea that Serafina has never been with another man but me. Right now, her body, what makes her tick, all of that… it’s mine. Mine alone.
Jesus, that turns me on.
“Mmf, what time is it?”