Page 122 of The Tempted

“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 …”

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