“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 …”
“Was so amazing! It hurt but once I got used to it …” I bit my lip. “You’re sorry it happened,” I said, reading his face clearly.
“I don’t want you to think it had anything to do with you. You were great,” he looked up at me. “You were perfect,” his voice cracked a little as he spoke.
“So then what is it?” I asked tucking the strands of hair behind my ears as I felt my heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.
“I can’t get involved with you. I shouldn’t … I had no right going there with you. If your father ever found out …”
“You’re fucking kidding me right? This is about my father?”
“This is about me working for your father,” he said solemnly.
*****
I stepped out of the bathroom softly closing the door behind me allowing myself to lean against it for just a moment and stare at Anthony as he slept.
“No one will ever love you like I do,” I whispered his words back to him before walking out of the bedroom and pretending like last night never even happened.
Chapter Fourteen: 2014