Page 36 of Pride
Sera looks up at me sleepily. I smile down at her and pull her close. “Judging from the angle of the sun, probably about eight.”
She snuggles deeper against me but sighs. “I have to go, Antony. I’ve got some stuff to take care of for Daddy this morning. I need to go home and shower.”
“You could shower here.” I raise a suggestive brow.
She laughs and blushes. “Somehow, I get the feeling you’re not really gonna let me shower if I get in there with you. Besides, I don’t have any clothes or a hair dryer or anything here.”
It’s tempting to try to talk her out of it, but I know Sera’s serious about her duty to her father. “You want breakfast before you go?”
She shakes her head and sits up, pulling the covers modestly over her breasts. “Nah, I’ll grab something when I get home.” She starts to swing herself out of bed, but then stops and turns to me. “I’m not doing this to get away from an awkward morning-after, Antony.”
I stare into her eyes. In the morning sun, they look like amber. She’s telling me the truth. “Glad to hear it, angel.” I grab her hand and pull her toward me. “My guy will drive you home. But do you wanna have dinner tonight?”
Her face lights up. “Sure, I can do that. But I wouldn’t expect me to return the favor of cooking for you. I can fend for myself, but unfortunately, the lessons Fay gave me growing up haven’t really stuck all that well.”
Somehow, this amuses me. “Fay? Not your ma?”
Sera bursts out laughing. “My mother is hopeless in the kitchen. If she had taught me, I wouldn’t even be able to boil water.” Her expression sobers. “I hope you don’t think less of me for that. I guess I’m not much of a real Italian woman.”
I let go of her hand, and pull away the covers with one quick movement, exposing her body down to her waist. “You, sweetheart, areallwoman. I can cook good enough for both of us.”
“Jesus,” she breathes as she sinks into me. “I think I might actually swoon.”
“That’s what I was hoping.” I capture her lips in a long, deep kiss that leaves her panting. “I’ll let you go, but not before we do what I was gonna do to you in the shower.”
“How am I supposed to refuse an offer like that?”
“You’re not,” I growl. “I want you. Tell me you want me, too.”
“You know I do,” she half-whispers.
“I like this,” I murmur as my body covers hers.
“You like what?”
“You’re naked. I don’t have to fight all your clothes. I should keep you naked all the time.”
Sera’s giggle turns into a moan as my mouth closes over her nipple. “God, Antony,” she gasps as she arches toward me. I fucking love doing this to her. I love touching her, making her wet, teasing her, playing her body like the fine, gorgeous instrument it is. I still can’t get over that she was a virgin until last night. It makes me want to roar like the fucking lion I’m supposed to be that I’m the first one who has ever done this to her. I’m the only one who has ever watched her fall apart like that. I’m the one who makes her body respond like no other.
I want to be the only one who ever does this to her.
The thought comes to me unbidden, but as soon as I think it, I know it’s true. I want to teach her everything. I want her body to belong to me. Only to me.
“Gonna make you call my name, Princess,” I mutter as I slip between her thighs. “Gonna make you beg for what I can give you.”
“Antony, I… Oh! Oh, God…”
Her pussy tastes so sweet. It’s already swollen and puffy with desire, waiting for me to claim it. Waiting for me to give Sera what she needs. My cock is throbbing, in anticipation of how good I know it will feel when I’m inside her. The heat of her, the tightness of her — Jesus, it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. How in the hell can this be so incredible? How did I never know that one woman could feel so different from all the others?
The pulsing of my shaft seems to mirror the pulsing of Sera’s clit as I taste and suck on it. She’s fisting her hands in my hair, raising her hips toward my mouth, her body begging wordlessly for me to give her release.
“Tell me what you want, Princess,” I growl against her skin.
“Antony! You know what I want.”
“Say it.”
“I want you… to make me come…” she says in a breathy, desperate voice. My shy girl isn’t so shy when she wants something. I could do this all day, for real. But I want to send her off throbbing and satisfied, so she’ll think about this for the rest of the day and come back to me soon. I flatten my tongue, swiping it up slowly along her swollen bud, knowing that she’s on the edge. She gasps and bucks against my mouth, and I do it again. Her thighs strain apart as she starts to moanyes, yes, oh God, Antony, don’t stop… And then a second later she explodes, crying out as she holds on to me for dear life. Seconds later I’m kneeling over her soaking pussy, plunging myself inside her. It’s even better than I remembered. This time she’s ready for me, able to take all of me without any trouble at all. She’s still coming around my cock as I stretch her full, but a second later I freeze.