Page 39 of Finding Gwen

“Please Anthony,” she groaned, pushing back into me as I ran my cock along her slit, coating it in her arousal. I gave her exactly what she wanted, entering her in one motion, only pausing to let her adjust when her muscles tensed under me.

Once her body relaxed, I pulled out until just the tip remained inside, then slowly pushed back in. I kept up the torturously slow pace, relishing in the moans that Gwen was trying to keep muffled by pressing her face into the mattress.

Leaning forward, I twisted her hair in my fist and yanked her head backward, causing her to arch her back. “Fuck, Gwen,” I murmured. “You take me so well, like your pussy was fucking made for me.” She hummed in approval as I picked up my speed, arousal dripping down her leg as my balls smacked against the wet skin. Wanting to taste her delicate skin, I hauled Gwen up by her hair.

I continued my fevered thrusts, her cuffed wrists pressing into my abdomen while my tongue ran along the pressure point in her neck. I bit down, causing her to pulse around me and pushing me closer toward my release. Slipping between her legs, I circled her soaking clit until her legs were shaking with the need for release.

“Come with me, luce mia,” I grunted, my balls tightening. “I want to feel your pussy strangling my cock.” On the next thrust, Gwen let go with a scream, the hand in her hair moving to cover her mouth and muffle the sound. I drove into her, my own release not far behind.

Panting, we collapsed forward onto the bed, rolling onto our sides. I tucked Gwen against my chest and drew lazy circles on Gwen’s hip. Within minutes, her breathing was slow and rhythmic.

When my legs decided to respond to my requests, I sat up and remembered I still needed to free her wrists. Reaching for the key on the nightstand, I unlocked the cuffs, rubbing her wrists and checking for any signs of irritation. There was a slight red line on one side, presumably where she was pressured against me and I kissed the afflicted skin.

A short hum left her lips as she shifted her arms to the front of her body, but her eyes stayed closed. I kissed the top of her head, then headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and start a bath. She was already going to wake up sore in the morning, a thought that had my cock seemingly jumping to life again. There was no reason she needed to wake up feeling dirty.

When the water had warmed up, I searched through the sink cabinet for something I could add to the water. I found a barely used bottle of lavender bubble bath that I must have gotten for Oliver when he was going through sleep regressions and added a few squirts to the water.

Once the tub was full enough and a nice layer of bubbles had formed, I went back to the bedroom and scooped Gwendalyn into my arms. She gasped slightly, her eyes opening when I lifted her off of the bed, peering up at me through hooded eyes. “Where are we going?”

“To take a bath, luce mia,” I chuckled as she relaxed into my chest. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

Stepping back into the bathroom, I stopped next to the tub, then gently set her down into the water. Her fingertips grazed over top of the bubbles, popping some of the higher formations around the edges of the tub.

“I didn’t take you as a bubble bath kind of guy.” She grinned up at me, sleep still filling her eyes. Just like the last time she was in here, she sat in the tub with her legs pulled to her chest and her head turned toward me with a cheek resting on her knees.

“Only for you.”

“Are you joining me?” Gwendalyn looked up at me through hooded eyes, her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders. If I hadn’t already planned on getting in with her, I would have without a second thought.

“Scoot forward.”

Water sloshed over the side as I settled behind Gwendalyn and positioned her between my legs. Her hands rested on my knees as I started washing her hair, using a washcloth to squeeze water to get it wet and running my fingers through her waves. The little moans that filled the bathroom while I massaged her scalp were music to my ears. I would be content to live the rest of my life finding different ways to make her moan like that.

Once I was done with her hair, I moved onto her body, tracing every curve while she leaned back onto my chest. Her head rested just below my shoulder, and I occasionally kissed her forehead while I finished my task. She hummed her approval every time I trailed my fingertips over her skin, leaving behind goosebumps, and I had to keep my thoughts in check.

That was difficult, though. If it were up to me, I would be fully planted inside her again, her warm pussy strangling my cock until she came over and over.

“Already ready for round two?” Gwendalyn asked as she wiggled her backside against my hardening cock. My hands flew to her hips, stilling her body.

“Luce mia,” I growled in warning. My lips trailed along her shoulder to tease her.

“Anthony…” she moaned. “Maybe we should head to bed?”

I stood quickly, Gwendalyn yelping in surprise as she grabbed onto the side of the tub to keep from falling forward. Grabbing a towel from the rack, I dried off, then wrapped the towel around my waist. Gwendalyn had stood up, her body on full display while she wrung the water from her hair. Her skin had turned a soft pink from the heat of the water.

Most of the bruises from that night had healed, no physical reminder of what had happened. Her eyes met mine, one of her eyebrows raised in a quizzical look. I offered her a smile and a shake of my head to let her know it was nothing. She reached for a towel, and I watched as she dried off the water from each leg before she stepped out of the tub, then wrapped the towel around her frame.

I was lost in a trance when she stepped up to me, standing on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on my lips. My hands wrapped around her body, forcing my tongue between her lips and deepening our kiss. I needed her like my lungs needed air. Every fiber of my being was consumed with the desire to be inside her. Fuck it. I pushed her toward the bedroom, my mouth never leaving hers, until the back of her knees hit the bed. She collapsed onto it, gasping as her towel fell open, moving quickly to cover herself back up.

“Leave it,” I demanded, and her hands fell to her sides to prop herself up. My gaze ran over her body, trying to memorize every freckle, mole, and scar possible. “You are mine, luce mia.”

Her moans of pleasure were the last thing I remember before the feral part of me took over.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Gwen

Light streamed in through the window over Anthony’s bed. My body was blanketed in warmth, the weight of an arm on my side, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had woken up feeling so relaxed. That was until a small foot kicked me in the back. Unless Anthony shrunk overnight, I was fairly positive a certain someone had found his way into the bed in the middle of the night.

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