Page 121 of The Tempted

“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.

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