Page 33 of Tony

But it should be a place you live,she thought sadly.And he hasn’t really lived since his family died.

Lost in her musings, she did not hear him walk up behind her until his arms came across her body pulling her back close to his front. “What are you thinking?” he asked.

Twisting around so that she could study his face, she noticed his arms had not loosened their embrace. “It just doesn’t seem very homey.”

His gaze wandered around the room as he nodded. “Yeah, compared to your place, it’s kind of bare.” Giving a shrug, he continued, “But honestly, I haven’t had ahomesince I’ve been back. I just couldn’t see one without Marla and Sofia…” His eyes glazed over as he looked out of the window. Then he shook his head and smiled at her, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Do you want one?” she whispered, afraid of the answer.

He looked down at the woman in his arms. Strong. Independent. Kicked by life multiple times and yet came out on top. From foster homes to a quaint Victorian home, filled with…her. It suddenly hit him in the gut…I want that. I want that with her.

Smiling honestly, he nodded. “Yeah, baby. I do want a home.” Seeing the smile light up her face, he kissed the top of her head. The kitchen stove timer went off again and they moved to get dinner on the table.

Conversation slowed as they ate in companionable silence, but as they neared the end of the meal, he found his gaze wandering to her continually. He had memorized her face from the moment he saw her picture in his dossier last year but was amazed at how beautiful she was. A few strands of straight blonde hair had escaped the ponytail, and he watched her as she tucked them behind her ears. Every movement screamedclassy,and he wondered once again at how different she was from her sister.

Sherrie noticed his intense gaze and self-consciously brought her napkin to her mouth, wiping at the non-existent crumbs. His gaze never wavered. “Do I have something on my face?” she asked, wiping again.

Startled from his staring, he said simply, “Beauty.” At her questioning expression, he added, “You have beauty written all over your face.”

Her eyes sparkled as a giggle erupted from deep inside. “That almost sounds like a bad pick-up line, but honestly, I loved it,” she admitted.

He joined in laughter, shaking his head. “God, it did sound cheesy, didn’t it?” Sobering, he stood and walked to her side of the table reaching for her hand. “But it’s the truth, darlin’. You’re so goddamn beautiful that I can’t believe what a lucky man I am.”

She placed her small hand in his as he led her from the table down the hall. Moving into his bedroom, she barely noticed that it had the same blankness of the rest of the apartment. But then the only thing that was really on her mind was the large, king-sized bed. As he turned to face her, she felt her nipples tightened at the look on his face.

As though in response to her thoughts, he lifted one hand to a breast, kneading the mound and flicking the nipple through the material. Her hands moved to her blouse, wanting to remove the offending garment, but his hands pushed hers out of the way. Slowly he undid each button as his lips stayed locked onto hers. Kissing, nipping, licking…his mouth savored hers as he slid the blouse off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Keeping his hands behind her, they moved to her waist and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor next to the blouse.

Lifting her in his strong arms, he lay her gently on the bed before leaning over her body with his. Her breasts, spilling over the tops of her bra, were quickly released by the flick of his fingers on her clasp. He pulled a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply, eliciting a moan from deep within her. She began to writhe on the bed as he slid one hand down into her barely-there panties finding her folds slick and ready.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, he moved back to her swollen lips, his tongue thrusting in rhythm to his fingers embedded in her slick channel.

Her hands found the bottom of his t-shirt and she maneuvered it up toward his head. Desperate to feel his solid chest muscles against her naked breasts, she wrestled with the material.

Chuckling, he broke the kiss, sitting up on his knees as he jerked the shirt over his head. “In a hurry?”

“Yes,” she panted, her hands already to the button on his jeans. Getting them unzipped over his impressive cock was proving equally difficult so he rolled over to quickly divest himself of them as well. Shucking his boxers, his dick was standing at attention as he turned his gaze back to the gorgeous woman lying in his bed.His bed.He realized that he had not had a woman inhisbed since his wife had died. The few times he sought company to take care of his needs, he had followed the woman from the bar to her place. No ties. No recriminations. Just two people who knew the score.

“Where’d you go?” Sherrie whispered, wondering at the expression on his face.

“Nowhere important, baby,” he assured. “Just realizing how lucky I am that you’re here.”

Determined to make love to her, he moved slowly, licking and sucking from her lips to her neck to her breasts once again. His fingers found their refuge deep inside as she felt herself climbing higher and higher.

The taste of her was intoxicating as the kiss went deeper. She tasted of wine and the sweetness of their dessert. Licking his way down her body he found the sensitive skin of her neck before moving lower. Giving each breast attention, he elicited moans from her as her hips began to press against his body.

“Patience,” he chuckled, his mouth moving lower. Using his hands, he spread her legs wide as he completely exposed her pink folds to his eyes. With a growl rumbling deep in his chest, he dove in, licking her wetness before sucking her clit into his mouth.

“Aughh,” she moaned again, her hips rising. He moved one of his hands up to her stomach and gently pressed her back down.

Plunging his tongue inside, he continued to lap her juices, loving the taste of her. His hand on her stomach rose higher until it palmed her breast, pinching the nipple lightly.

“I need…” she panted, feeling the coil of tension deep inside her core ready to spring. “I…” was all she managed to say as he gave each nipple a tug as he sucked her clit deeply to his mouth. Her inner walls clenched and her orgasm raced through her sending all of her nerves tingling outwards. Throwing her head back, she screamed his name once again.

He finished licking her glistening folds before kissing his way back up her boneless body until he plunged his tongue back into her mouth.

“Please…I need you inside of me,” she begged.

“Baby, this was about you. Just you tonight,” he responded, wanting to give her everything she needed.

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