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“Let’s go,” he said gruffly into my ear.

“You should have been here hours ago,” I said, crossing my arms against my chest. His hands travelling the length of my arms.

“Yeah, you want to fight about that? Or you want to get the fuck out of here? Your call but in five seconds I’m going to be taking our clothes off because I can’t fucking wait another second or play another game with you. So, like I said your call; but I don’t think you want all these kids as an audience. Me? I don’t mind teaching them a thing or two.”

I turned around finally facing him and taking in the primal look in his eyes. Aside from the fury of wanting something so badly, there was a hint of humor in those blue eyes.
He winked at me, pulling me close to him.

“Let’s get out of here, Reese’s, I’ve got big plans for you.” He kissed one corner of my mouth then the other before pulling back just a fraction to meet my gaze.

“Okay,” I whispered, letting him lead me out of the party, forgetting all about my friends. The butterflies in my belly were back, assaulting my nerves as I followed Anthony out of the party and to his truck. I didn’t know how far he’d go this time, all the other times he always put the brakes on before we ever got to the part where I could say Anthony Bianci took my virginity. Something in his eyes this time told me that tonight was the night.

He drove silently, barely looking at me the entire ride back to his place. It wasn’t until he pulled into the assigned parking spot of his new apartment that he looked over at me, placing his hand on my knee.

“It’s not too late for me to take you home.”

“Yes it is,” I whispered. “Because if you do I’ll never forgive you.” I held his gaze, watched as the wheels in his head turned before he nodded slightly.

“We’ll go slow,” he said, making me wonder if he was trying to reassure himself or me.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Okay,” he agreed.

We walked hand in hand towards his apartment in silence. I tried not to show him how nervous I was, hoping I didn’t give away all the questions running through my head. What if I wasn’t good enough? Did I remember to shave my legs? I’m going to fuck this up because I have no idea what to do. What if he doesn’t get off? What if it hurts too much?

He opened the door and waited for me to walk inside, following me once I took those first few steps. The door closed softly and it sounded so loud amongst the silence. Anthony dropped his keys onto the coffee table and turned around to face me, for the first time I felt young and inexperienced around him.

“Why didn’t you answer my text messages?” I asked as he reached out and toyed with the strap of my tank top. His fingertips slowly traveled down my arm, barely touching me at the same time awakening me in a way I had never known.

“Lift your arms,” he whispered, ignoring my question.

“You were supposed to meet me at the party. I wanted to introduce you to my friends.” I tried to sound mad but knew I was failing miserably.

He pulled the shirt over my head, crumbling it into a ball and throwing it behind him. Anthony remained silent as he circled me, stopping to stand directly behind me. I jumped when his hands moved to my shoulders.

“It’s just me,” he whispered against my ear as he unfastened my bra. “Just say the word Reese’s, and I will stop.” His hands stilled, fingers hooked around the straps of my bra as he waited for my permission.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I said hoarsely, looking over my shoulder into his crystal blue eyes. His gaze didn’t wander from mine as his fingers pulled the straps of my bra down my arms freeing my breasts that had never before felt so heavy. I licked my lips nervously before slowly turning around so he could look at me.

His eyes slowly dipped to check out my bare breasts and I heard him grunt, his hand slid along my side, outlining my curves before he took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them slightly familiarizing himself with them.

“Christ, A,” he muttered before taking one of my pink nipples into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation his teeth and tongue provided, unable to wrap my head around how biting my nipples and sucking them hard into his mouth was making me wet between my legs. I was feeling all sorts of foreign things I didn’t know my body was capable of feeling. I glanced down to watch him withdraw my nipple from his mouth, noticing how hard he made them and how the creamy flesh around reddened from the scruff that lined his jaw.

He lifted his eyes to mine as he got down on his knees in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans, drawing down the zipper. I could hear my pulse beating in my ears as he peeled the denim down my tanned legs.
     
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his hands gently caressing the insides of my thighs.

“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted nervously.

“Do you want to?” He asked cocking his head to the side as his fingertips glided across my panties, carefully avoiding the part of me that needed his touch most.

“Yes,” I struggled between trying to breath and speaking. A gasp escaped my lips when his finger dipped inside the lace edge of my panties. “Anthony …” I stammered.

“Yes?” He peered up at me with a hungry gaze, in one swift move my panties were on the floor, and I was sitting on his couch with my legs spread wide, Anthony kneeling between them. My instincts had my legs closing, only he kept them spread with his big palms.

“It’s just me,” he repeated. “I’m going to make it good for you, Reese’s.”

“I’m nervous,” I blurted out.

“Then I’ll stop.”

“No I don’t want you to,” I took a deep breath. “Just …”I bit my lip, “tell me if I’m doing it wrong, okay?” I whispered.

He smiled softly before leaning into me and covering my mouth with his. He kissed me as if I was the only girl in the world, like I was all that mattered in his life.

“Stop thinking and start feeling,” he murmured, against my lips.

 

*****

I shook my head, pulling myself out of the past and thinking how, I listened to him after that. I shut off my mind and concentrated on the sensations running thorough my body. I felt everything he did that night, the way he touched me, kissed me, sucked me, every single thing he did I felt. I felt him tear through my flesh with his cock, that initial pain turning into the purest form of euphoria I had ever known. I felt my nerves fray and my entire being come undone as I came for very first time.

I wish I had never listened to Anthony. I wished I wouldn’t have turned my mind off and just felt because I never recovered from all the feelings he evoked in me that night. I never got over how loved and worshipped he made me feel or how comfortable he made me.

I stared at him still sleeping peacefully beside me and despite any sense I had left in me I shut my mind off and decided to feel one last time and crawled on top of him. I leaned down to press my lips to his.
I kissed him softly, mimicking the gentleness of our first time and how he took me to a place I had never known, taking me with such care.

It didn’t take long for his lips to work
against mine as I pulled him from his slumber. Slipping my tongue inside his mouth letting the sensations brought on by the kiss awaken our bodies.
He moaned into my mouth as his hands wrapped around my body resting on the cheeks of my ass, pressing me into his cock that was stirring back to life.

I slowly pulled away peppering kisses along his jaw until his hooded eyes met mine searching to figure out if he was dreaming or not.

I sat up, comfortable in my nudity, and caressed his chest with my hands, rocking my aching pussy against him.

“I want to feel you,” I whispered into the night, my voice sounding more like a plea than a demand.

He gripped my hips and flipped me back onto the mattress his body covering mine as he dipped his head again to capture my lips with his own. His hands moved everywhere in a frenzy, making me think he was just as desperate as me, but as feverishly they moved, they gently caressed me too.

His lips whispered across my body worshipping every inch of me. I forgot how gentle he could be with me, how tenderly he could touch me. There were
plenty of nights when he was gone that I would picture him touching me. The delicate touches
always drove me over the edge, even if it was my own hands mimicking his.

“I never thought you’d touch me again,” I admitted honestly.

He stopped kissing my navel to lift his head and look up at me. I ran my fingers through his hair as I held his gaze.

“I used to touch myself and wish it was you,” I breathed, as my fingers curled around the ends of his hair.

His hands stilled on my legs as he leaned back on his haunches and stared at me.

“Show me,” he demanded. His voice barely audible but there was no mistaking his words weren’t a request.

“No,” I shook my head, not wanting to show him. “I want the real thing,” I continued swallowing hard, forcing myself to bury the emotion that was threatening to surface. “I want you.”

I studied him for a moment trying to gauge his reaction but his face was blank until his eyes softened and he slowly spread my legs, settling himself between them as he covered me with his body. His mouth trailed kisses down my neck before he touched his forehead to mine. I held him in my arms for a moment, relishing in the feel of him as I closed my eyes and fought back the tears that stung. Slowly, I raised my hips from the mattress brushing myself against his erection. He grabbed a hold of himself, guiding the head of his cock along the seam of my pussy, my nails raking his back with every stroke.

I opened my eyes just as he thrust inside of me, stretching and filling me, leaving me no choice but to feel all of him.

“No one will ever love you like I do,” he whispered, before taking my nipple into his mouth, moving in and out of me. Not only was Anthony saying goodbye but he was savoring me too, giving himself something to remember long after he banned me from his life.

Hot tears burned my cheeks as I clung to him, matching each of his thrusts, my goodbye to him as well. I took what he gave me, trying my hardest to cement the feeling of him inside me to my memory.

He reached between us and I felt his thumb circle my clit driving me to the edge of my orgasm. I struggled to keep it at bay not ready to give in to the throws of ecstasy just yet. I rotated my hips urging him to slam into me harder but he didn’t. His thrusts controlled, all the while making love to me.

His lips met mine as I felt myself fall, everything in me surging to life as white flashed behind my eyes. I felt my pussy contract around his dick, holding him inside of me as my pussy throbbed through a mind-blowing orgasm. He pumped inside me, quicker, greedier before calling out my name and coming right along with me.

I swallowed the lump lodged in my throat choking me as I felt the anxiety build inside of me once he pulled out of my body and wrapped his arms around me. I knew what I needed to do to save my heart from another crack. I had learned at a tender age that loving Anthony Bianci would be beautiful but I never counted on it being so goddamn painful too.

I don’t know why it seemed as if from the beginning we were doomed to fail. How something so beautiful and passionate can become so ugly and tormenting, I will never understand. However, even knowing the pain falling in love with Anthony would cause me I wouldn’t take it back. Not then and not now.

The sun was rising when I felt Anthony’s labored breath against my ear knowing he was deep asleep, I carefully slipped out of his arms and out of his bed. After collecting my clothes that were tossed around his house, I made my way to the bathroom and quickly dressed. I stared at myself in the mirror thinking back to that first time with Anthony. I looked at myself and wondered if I had looked any different since I had sex.

*****

I ran my fingers through my hair as I studied myself in the mirror. I don’t think I looked any different, maybe a bit flushed but I doubt someone could look at me and know I wasn’t a virgin anymore. The door opened behind me and Anthony stood perfectly still in the doorway, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I smiled brightly as I turned around to face him but my smile fell the moment my eyes locked with his.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head.

Anthony looked away for a minute and then sighed.

“Listen A, what happened …”

“Was so amazing! It hurt but once I got used to it …” I bit my lip. “You’re sorry it happened,” I said, reading his face clearly.

“I don’t want you to think it had anything to do with you. You were great,” he looked up at me. “You were perfect,” his voice cracked a little as he spoke.

“So then what is it?” I asked tucking the strands of hair behind my ears as I felt my heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.

“I can’t get involved with you. I shouldn’t … I had no right going there with you. If your father ever found out …”

“You’re fucking kidding me right? This is about my father?”

“This is about me working for your father,” he said solemnly.

 

*****

I stepped out of the bathroom softly closing the door behind me allowing myself to lean against it for just a moment and stare at Anthony as he slept.

“No one will ever love you like I do,” I whispered his words back to him before walking out of the bedroom and pretending like last night never even happened.

 

 

Chapter Fourteen: 2014

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