Page 34 of Finding Gwen

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he smirked, releasing my bruised flesh from his mouth. His grip on my thigh tightened, digging into the bruises already there and making them his. I wanted to scream, not from pain but from the torture my emotions were inflicting on me. Every cell in my body wanted him to continue, but something in my mind held me back from letting go. Shame and guilt forced their way into my thoughts. I should not be enjoying this.

“Stay out of that pretty head of yours, luce mia,” Anthony said, reading my mind. “You are so beautiful. Don’t think, just feel.”

My chest tightened, not understanding how this man saw me as anything other than broken and damaged. But I needed this, to have my body feel like my own again, and who was I to try to convince Anthony otherwise? His mouth was on my hip again, biting down harder as his thumb intentionally circled my clit. My orgasm was so close, every muscle in my lower body tensed, my toes curling. I just needed something…

“Come for me, luce mia,” he growled, and that was all it took for me to go toppling over the edge. I screamed my release, coming so hard that Anthony’s hand on my thigh was the only thing keeping my entire body from arching off the bed. Every single one of my nerves was on fire, demanding all the oxygen in the room as my orgasm reached parts of my body I didn’t know existed. My soul floated above me as wave after wave of pleasure hit, nearly drowning me as I tried to hang on. I wanted to live in this ecstasy forever.

Anthony milked every ounce of my orgasm, letting me enjoy the bliss as long as I wanted, coming down from my high in my own time. Once my body sank back into the bed, he slowly withdrew his fingers from me and I whimpered from the loss. I lifted my head, catching Anthony’s heated gaze as he stuck his fingers, glistening with my release, into his mouth. My hands fell to my sides, nearly numb from how hard I had been clinging to the headboard. Finished with cleaning his fingers, Anthony pushed himself upright until he was sitting on his heels, his hand falling from my thigh. A shiver ran down my spine from the loss of his body heat so close to mine.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my body still buzzing from the mind tingling orgasm it has just received. “Anthony, that was…” Amazing? Mind blowing? Fucking awesome? There were no words to describe what had just happened.

“I don’t believe I said I was done with you yet, luce mia.” His gravelly voice paired with the dark gleam in his eyes should have had me pulling away and running out of this bedroom, especially after everything that had happened. Maybe that was why I chose to stay. Anthony had shown me what it felt like to be cared for, and I had never trusted a man more completely before today.

“Please, I don’t think I can take anymore,” I begged as I attempted to pull my thighs together.

“Oh, but you can, and you will.” He growled, his gaze never leaving mine as his hands trailed up from my ankles until they reached my knees, pinning them against the bed and effectively exposing every inch of my wet pussy to him. Positioning himself in between my legs, he trailed gentle kisses from my knees until he reached my clit. His warm breath on the sensitive bundle of nerves had my body squirming under his hold. “Now, be a good girl and let me clean up the mess I made.”

His mouth was on me before I could comprehend what had happened. The expert way his tongue swiped up my center had my entire body shaking in pleasure, sending sparks of electricity through my body. His speed was torture as he slowly lapped up the release that was dripping toward the bed. My legs convulsed when he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue, his hands traveling up to dig his fingers into the flesh of my thighs.

“Anthony…” I moaned his name, my voice sounding foreign, and I tried to process my indescribable need for this man. He set my skin on fire with a single look. His touch caused every muscle in my body to go weak. I needed to touch him, to make sure this was real. My hands found his head, my fingers weaved through his hair, making him groan. The sound sent a vibration through the most intimate parts of me, causing my hips to buck against his mouth, silently demanding more. An orgasm was threatening to take over.

“Patience, luce mia,” he chuckled, looking up at my body through hooded eyes. “Stay still or I will find a way to tie you down until I have finished.” My breath hitched. Why did the thought of Anthony tying me up turn me on?

Anthony bit down on my clit, effectively pulling me out of my thoughts and eliciting a harsh wail to escape from my throat. He already knew his way around my body, adding another reason to the growing list of reasons I was falling for this man. His tongue pushed inside of me, my hands fisting his hair. I was so close and didn’t know how much more I could take.

My hips rocked against his mouth, matching his speed while he dug his fingertips further into my thighs. The painful pinch of breaking skin mixed with the pleasure of Anthony’s tongue sent me over the edge. There was no holding back the release that took over my body. My heels dug into the bed as Anthony held me down, lapping up every drop of my cum before it could leave my body. Only when he was satisfied that he had left nothing behind did he remove his hands from my thighs and lift his head.

My body sated, I let my eyes close while Anthony’s gentle hands tugged at my shirt until the hem met my hips. The mattress shifted under his weight as he made his way next to me, bringing the comforter with him before he snaked his arms around my body and pulled me toward him until my back was against his chest. His hands rubbed lazy circles on my hip and everything fell away as I relaxed into Anthony, knowing he would fight every last one of my demons, if they dared return, without me having to ask. Sleep claimed me while he whispered praises into my hair, making me feel more appreciated and cared for, then I had in a long time.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Anthony

Ihad done my best not to make too much noise as I made a pot of coffee and something small for us to snack on. It was early afternoon by this point and Gwen had to be hungry, seeing as she hadn’t eaten since the day before last. My stomach had been too twisted in knots to even think about food until now. The coffee machine beeped loudly, and I silently cursed it for possibly waking Gwen before pouring two mugs. Balancing the plate of fruit and cheese that I had assembled in one hand, I managed to grab both cups of coffee in the other before heading upstairs.

When I had woken up, Gwen had rolled over in her sleep and was once again pressed against my chest. Her hair tickled my nose, and I breathed in her scent mixed with my shampoo. It was intoxicating. I wanted to stay in that moment for as long as possible, our bodies pressed together, nearly becoming one. Her warm breath dancing across my skin had my cock quickly standing at attention. It was time to move before I let the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her take over.

I had unwrapped myself, settling the comforter back over her before slipping on a pair of sweatpants and making my way downstairs. Standing next to the bed now, I looked down at luce mia, laying on her side facing away from me with her hair spread out on the pillow around her like a halo. My heart squeezed with love and admiration for the woman in front of me. Wait, did I love her? There was no denying I had strong feelings for Gwen, but I had no idea when they had morphed into something bigger. My head spun with the revelation, a voice deep inside telling me I needed to run. She deserves better than what you could offer her.

A soft hum broke me from my thoughts, Gwen turning to face me as her eyes fluttered open. My self-deprecating thoughts would have to wait until later. I set down the plate on the bedside table, then settled on the bed next to her.

“Good morning,” I said, holding out one of the coffee cups enough so she knew it was for her. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, letting the comforter pool on her lap, then took one of the mugs from my hand. The cup pressed against her lips as she sipped it cautiously.

“Morning,” she offered back, a small smile forming after she lowered her mug. “This is the best cup of coffee I have ever had. Thank you.”

“No thanks needed. I brought you some food, too. It isn’t much, but it’s early afternoon and you need something.”

“Now that you mention it, I am starving,” she chuckled, eyeing the plate next to her.

“Eat, please.” I picked up the plate, offering it to her. She took it, settling it in her lap before she popped a grape into her mouth. The tiny moan that escaped her had my cock hardening again. I needed to put space between us before I took her right then and there. “I’m going to take a quick shower, then give Katie a call to see how Oliver is doing.” I stood up, kissing the top of her head to keep from devouring her lips with mine. “Let me know if you need anything, alright?”

She nodded her head, a dreamy far-off gaze in her eyes as she continued eating, and I chuckled. After grabbing fresh clothes, I headed to the bathroom and took my time getting ready for the day ahead.

I called Katie from the bathroom after I had gotten dressed. Of course, the first thing she asked about was how Gwen was doing. I was grateful for the friendship the two of them had formed. She had said Oliver was happy to stay as long as needed, but he was asking about us constantly. I told her I would talk to Gwen and make sure she was up for Oliver coming home.

Stepping out of the en-suite, I started to ask Gwen how she was feeling when I froze in my tracks. She was no longer on the bed. Fear immediately flooded my veins. “Gwen,” I yelled for her as I rushed from the bedroom. My body stopped upon seeing her. She was coming out of the hallway bathroom and in her own world. Turning around, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Oh, goodness, Anthony,” she squealed, her hand going to her chest. “You scared me. What are you doing just standing there?”

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