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“I mean, I didn’t bring condoms, Lesley.”
“Mmhmm. I know what you meant. And I have it covered.”
He blinked at her as he processed what she was saying. Finally, he grinned. “Smart, beautiful, and prepared. I am a lucky man.” He pulled her down for another kiss, and they stayed locked like that, her rocking against him for minutes.
“Yes, you are.” She stood. Her skin glowed, back lit by the lazy, low flames. Her hair was a mess, frizzed out around her face from where his hands had been buried in it, and her lips were swollen and red from their kisses. She was gorgeous, and she wanted him.
Antony froze, staring.
“What?”
“I wish you could see yourself like I see you right now,” he said.
Lesley held out her hand. “Come on. You’re way overdressed for this party.”
He stood as if controlled by some outside force and haphazardly strapped the crutch back onto his leg before following her around the corner to her room.
They got about half a dozen steps. Half a dozen steps of him watching her, glorious and naked, walking in front of him, before he grabbed her and dragged her back toward him.
“This view is just as nice,” he mumbled into her hair as he ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts.
Lesley reached an arm back and ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed along her neck. She pressed her ass against him, wiggling as his cock nestled between her cheeks.
“Wicked,” he growled against her neck, and ran his hand down her belly. “You are a study in contradiction, Lesley.”
She gasped as his fingers tickled over her skin. “How so?”
“I took you to be shy when we first met.” He grazed his fingertips between her legs, and she shuddered. “There’s nothing shy about you, is there? What’s the difference?”
Lesley placed her hand over his and rocked against his fingers. “Trust.”
He buried his face in her neck. She’d given him a precious thing, and his heart thudded heavily under the weight of it.
She spun quickly from his grasp and grabbed his hand, smiling as she led him the rest of the way to the room.
The only light came from a dim Tiffany style lamp on the nightstand next to the queen-sized bed in the middle of the small room. The walls were painted a grey color, and the purples from the stained glass on the lampshade cast mottled shadows around the room. Everything here was simple and classic. The dresser had several small, ornate boxes on it, and a tray that held some jewelry. Above it, framed by the window, was the mobile he’d given her. It spun gently, catching and reflecting the dim light in subdued twinkles. Along the side, a small bookcase was packed with tomes, none of which Antony could identify from where he was standing. Not that he cared at the moment. He was more concerned with the woman he’d followed.
She walked over and pulled a string of foil packets out of a drawer and set them on the nightstand.
Antony raised his eyebrows. “As wound up as I am right now, you might be a little too optimistic there.”
Lesley laughed and stepped up to him. “I think we’ll manage,” she said. “Besides, the weekend’s young.” She then trailed her fingertips over his chest and followed with her tongue. He moaned when she bit lightly on his nipple and wound his fingers in her hair, gently tugging her head back.
“Get on the bed, Lesley,” he said, his voice soft and low.
“I was just getting started.”
“And I’m not finished.” He pressed up against her, moving her back toward the bed. “Scoot up.”
She moved back, and then watched as he looped his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down. As his cock sprang free, Lesley licked her lips and sat upright.
“Oh no. You get that mouth anywhere near me, and I’ll be done for,” he said.
Lesley met his gaze and kept moving until she sat on the edge of the bed, with him standing between her legs. She reached out and traced her index finger up the underside of his shaft before grasping him firmly. “I think you underestimate my persuasive abilities.” She leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.
“Oh, shit.” Antony’s head fell back as Lesley wrapped her lips around him and sucked him further into her mouth. She worked her hand in tandem with her mouth for a few strokes and paused, flicking her tongue across the sensitive underside of the head.
Antony exhaled sharply and looked down at her. He stroked her hair and trailed his fingers down her cheeks, under her chin, and down to her throat. She tilted her head up at him and winked before engulfing him with her mouth again.
